Doctor Who x [Discworld, probably] fic: "The Favour" by northern_magic
Characters: Death, Rose
Audience: all ages
Disclaimer: Discworld and Doctor Who and affiliated characters, objects and ideas are property of Terry Pratchett and the BBC, respectively. This piece of fanfiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. No infringements of any copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
Five First Lines: amandarex 's fifth sentence
I SIMPLY CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD BRING ME HERE, OF ALL PLACES. Death looked expectantly to Time, but Time had flown. Death didn't sigh; he merely exhaled a small volume of carbon dioxide.
He regarded his surroundings. The basement was most definitely a real and seldom used shop basement; the lighting was a thin stream of photons, and the items laying about were laying with the assured air of not being an artistic statement.
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS? inquired Death, just to be on the safe side. SORRY, he added to the shop mannequin. I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'VE SEEN A BLONDE GIRL? WORKS AROUND HERE? RED HOODIE? NO?
The mannequin jerked forward and stumbled through Death, joining an exodus of his brethen.
AH. THANK YOU. Death followed.
She didn't scream. One of those, then.
"I didn't feel anything," she said, eyes still squeezed shut.
YOU'RE NOT DEAD.
She contemplated this. She whispered, sad but hopeful. "I don't know where Wilson is."
HE IS NOT PART OF MY DOMAIN. I AM HERE MERELY AS A STAND IN, IF YOU WILL, FOR TIME. Death took out an hourglass, which was appropriately large and ethereal for measuring the tick of this universe. PERSONALLY, I THINK SHE'S JEALOUS THAT I HAVE A NICHE JOB. JUST A FEW MORE SECONDS.
"Um, just wondering, but you could let me scootch through that gap there?"
I'M AFRAID NOT. IT'S...COMPLICATED. ER, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE ANY JELLYBABIES ON YOU?
She shook her head quickly. "No, sorry."
SHAME. AH, HERE WE ARE.
Someone grabbed her hand. She opened her eyes.
---
"Mum! Run! You can't have her!"
SHE IS NOT PART OF MY DOMAIN. Death leaned a little more on his scythe, waiting. There was no sound except distant barking and a slight snore from down the hall.
"I'm still asleep." A touch of wonder, not easily fazed, instinctively loyal. Nice.
"What do you mean, not part of your domain? You keep saying that. What do you want?"
And ten points for observation in, dare he say, morbidly dire situations. Perhaps he could finish two favours tonight and get back to work sooner than expected.
I HAVE A PROPOSITION FOR YOU. ANOTHER FAVOUR FOR TIME. I DECIDED TO DROP IN...THAT IS WHAT MORTALS DO, IS IT NOT?
"Some mortals, yeah. You're not mortal."
Death looked worried. IS THAT A REQUIREMENT? THIS IS MUCH MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT LOOKS.
"I'm waiting for the disclaimer too." The girl swathed in grey blankets and moonlight laughed slightly, looking young, with a frizzy halo of hair around her head. "This is so mad. Tonight has been just- This doesn't have anythiing to do with the Doctor, does it?"
I AM ASSURED IT DOES NOT. I DO NOT KNOW OF ANYONE UNDER THAT NAME THAT HAS MET YOU TONIGHT.
"Oh."
HOWEVER, TIME NEEDS SOMEONE TO KEEP AN EYE ON ONE OF HER, AH, NOBLES. HE IS A BIT DIFFICULT, BUT NOTHING YOU CAN;T HANDLE. TIME NEEDS YOU TO...LOOK AFTER HIM FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
"Time. " She fiddled with her blankets and shook her head. "All right. Say I believe you. But what's the catch?"
WE WILL GRANT YOU ENOUGH TIME TO FULFILL HER REQUEST. YOU MAY REFUSE, IF YOU WISH.
"How much time is enough time?"
I CAN'T SAY.
"Okay, that's probably not a good sign. But if you know me-" She caught herself, laughed again. "Well, it's not like I've got anything else left. No A-levels, no job... So. When do I meet him?"
NINETEEN MINUTES. WE ARE MUCH OBLIGED.
Death melted away in the sunlight. It was 7:30.
Audience: all ages
Disclaimer: Discworld and Doctor Who and affiliated characters, objects and ideas are property of Terry Pratchett and the BBC, respectively. This piece of fanfiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. No infringements of any copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
Five First Lines: amandarex 's fifth sentence
I SIMPLY CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD BRING ME HERE, OF ALL PLACES. Death looked expectantly to Time, but Time had flown. Death didn't sigh; he merely exhaled a small volume of carbon dioxide.
He regarded his surroundings. The basement was most definitely a real and seldom used shop basement; the lighting was a thin stream of photons, and the items laying about were laying with the assured air of not being an artistic statement.
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS? inquired Death, just to be on the safe side. SORRY, he added to the shop mannequin. I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'VE SEEN A BLONDE GIRL? WORKS AROUND HERE? RED HOODIE? NO?
The mannequin jerked forward and stumbled through Death, joining an exodus of his brethen.
AH. THANK YOU. Death followed.
She didn't scream. One of those, then.
"I didn't feel anything," she said, eyes still squeezed shut.
YOU'RE NOT DEAD.
She contemplated this. She whispered, sad but hopeful. "I don't know where Wilson is."
HE IS NOT PART OF MY DOMAIN. I AM HERE MERELY AS A STAND IN, IF YOU WILL, FOR TIME. Death took out an hourglass, which was appropriately large and ethereal for measuring the tick of this universe. PERSONALLY, I THINK SHE'S JEALOUS THAT I HAVE A NICHE JOB. JUST A FEW MORE SECONDS.
"Um, just wondering, but you could let me scootch through that gap there?"
I'M AFRAID NOT. IT'S...COMPLICATED. ER, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE ANY JELLYBABIES ON YOU?
She shook her head quickly. "No, sorry."
SHAME. AH, HERE WE ARE.
Someone grabbed her hand. She opened her eyes.
---
"Mum! Run! You can't have her!"
SHE IS NOT PART OF MY DOMAIN. Death leaned a little more on his scythe, waiting. There was no sound except distant barking and a slight snore from down the hall.
"I'm still asleep." A touch of wonder, not easily fazed, instinctively loyal. Nice.
"What do you mean, not part of your domain? You keep saying that. What do you want?"
And ten points for observation in, dare he say, morbidly dire situations. Perhaps he could finish two favours tonight and get back to work sooner than expected.
I HAVE A PROPOSITION FOR YOU. ANOTHER FAVOUR FOR TIME. I DECIDED TO DROP IN...THAT IS WHAT MORTALS DO, IS IT NOT?
"Some mortals, yeah. You're not mortal."
Death looked worried. IS THAT A REQUIREMENT? THIS IS MUCH MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT LOOKS.
"I'm waiting for the disclaimer too." The girl swathed in grey blankets and moonlight laughed slightly, looking young, with a frizzy halo of hair around her head. "This is so mad. Tonight has been just- This doesn't have anythiing to do with the Doctor, does it?"
I AM ASSURED IT DOES NOT. I DO NOT KNOW OF ANYONE UNDER THAT NAME THAT HAS MET YOU TONIGHT.
"Oh."
HOWEVER, TIME NEEDS SOMEONE TO KEEP AN EYE ON ONE OF HER, AH, NOBLES. HE IS A BIT DIFFICULT, BUT NOTHING YOU CAN;T HANDLE. TIME NEEDS YOU TO...LOOK AFTER HIM FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
"Time. " She fiddled with her blankets and shook her head. "All right. Say I believe you. But what's the catch?"
WE WILL GRANT YOU ENOUGH TIME TO FULFILL HER REQUEST. YOU MAY REFUSE, IF YOU WISH.
"How much time is enough time?"
I CAN'T SAY.
"Okay, that's probably not a good sign. But if you know me-" She caught herself, laughed again. "Well, it's not like I've got anything else left. No A-levels, no job... So. When do I meet him?"
NINETEEN MINUTES. WE ARE MUCH OBLIGED.
Death melted away in the sunlight. It was 7:30.