Christmas Ficathon: Day 11
Title: Traditions, Part 2
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Turlough
Rating: G
Word Count: 329
Summary: The Doctor decides to have Christmas in the TARDIS. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 1 |
I'm sorry, I had fully intended this to be a much better excerpt but the day got away from me. I am working on something better for tomorrow (alright, technically today), I promise. Enjoy this little bit of exposition for now, I suppose.
For once, the Doctor was pleased to see, Tegan appeared dressed quite appropriately. It did help that he had promised to land her in her own time, but regardless she had donned trousers, boots, and a wool coat that threatened to swallow her but made her look the picture of coziness. The Doctor thought she was trying very hard to look annoyed with the whole arrangement, but she was glowing with contained anticipation as he landed the TARDIS with a jolt.
“Sussex, December the 23rd, 1982. Not exactly the bustle of London, but I thought a quiet Christmas might be a little more desirable,” the Doctor announced and straightened the lapels of his cricket coat as Turlough entered the console room. He had found himself a long wool overcoat, one that looked suspiciously like a 1940’s military-style greatcoat to Tegan. Strangely, it seemed to suit him; it made him look older. He looked at home in it, standing stock straight and rubbing his hands together.
“Are we ready, then? Excellent.”
“Doctor-” Turlough raised an eyebrow at the screen displaying the outside view. The Doctor followed his gaze with a small frown, and turned to cast a cursory glance over the console readings.
“…1882. Close enough, I suppose.”
TARDIS had landed on the crest of a hill, looking on a peaceful English village bustling with horse drawn carriages and strewn unlit gas lanterns. It was early afternoon and the whole scene was complimented by a thick, fresh snowfall. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting long peaceful shadows over the world. It was rather scenic; none of them seemed entirely fazed by the error in date.
“Well, I suppose we can find enough to entertain for an afternoon. Come along.”
The Doctor unrolled his panama hat, settling it on his head one handed while he slipped his free hand into Tegan’s and pulled her along and out the door. Turlough followed a step behind them, coat billowing behind him.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Turlough
Rating: G
Word Count: 329
Summary: The Doctor decides to have Christmas in the TARDIS. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 1 |
I'm sorry, I had fully intended this to be a much better excerpt but the day got away from me. I am working on something better for tomorrow (alright, technically today), I promise. Enjoy this little bit of exposition for now, I suppose.
For once, the Doctor was pleased to see, Tegan appeared dressed quite appropriately. It did help that he had promised to land her in her own time, but regardless she had donned trousers, boots, and a wool coat that threatened to swallow her but made her look the picture of coziness. The Doctor thought she was trying very hard to look annoyed with the whole arrangement, but she was glowing with contained anticipation as he landed the TARDIS with a jolt.
“Sussex, December the 23rd, 1982. Not exactly the bustle of London, but I thought a quiet Christmas might be a little more desirable,” the Doctor announced and straightened the lapels of his cricket coat as Turlough entered the console room. He had found himself a long wool overcoat, one that looked suspiciously like a 1940’s military-style greatcoat to Tegan. Strangely, it seemed to suit him; it made him look older. He looked at home in it, standing stock straight and rubbing his hands together.
“Are we ready, then? Excellent.”
“Doctor-” Turlough raised an eyebrow at the screen displaying the outside view. The Doctor followed his gaze with a small frown, and turned to cast a cursory glance over the console readings.
“…1882. Close enough, I suppose.”
TARDIS had landed on the crest of a hill, looking on a peaceful English village bustling with horse drawn carriages and strewn unlit gas lanterns. It was early afternoon and the whole scene was complimented by a thick, fresh snowfall. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting long peaceful shadows over the world. It was rather scenic; none of them seemed entirely fazed by the error in date.
“Well, I suppose we can find enough to entertain for an afternoon. Come along.”
The Doctor unrolled his panama hat, settling it on his head one handed while he slipped his free hand into Tegan’s and pulled her along and out the door. Turlough followed a step behind them, coat billowing behind him.