Fic: Repairs
Title: Repairs
Prompt: #72 - Fixed
Rating: G
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: None
Notes: Written for the doctorwho_100 challenge (Prompts are here.)
Rustier than the Tin Woodsman after monsoon season, I am, but I'm determined to get back at it; so pass me the damned oil can and get the hell out of my way ...
REPAIRS
“We cannot begin to offer you thanks enough, Doctor.”
“No worries there. Happy to help."
“It is but a small service we give you in return, this minor repair to your vessel in exchange for the salvation of our people.”
“Really, don’t mention it, I - sorry?” He paused halfway across the threshold and peered at the tall orange creature rapidly dissolving into mist before him. “And ... what repair would that be?”
The creature cast its eyestalks modestly downward. "Our skills are slight," it cooed, "and our debt to you is great. Please think nothing of it. Our eternal gratitude to you, Doctor." It raised a hand in farewell and disappeared.
"Wait!" the Doctor called into the suddenly empty morning light. "What have you done to my ship?"
***
Three frantic hours later he managed to track it down.
Jacketless and dishevelled, the Doctor regarded a blue button pulsing gently on the control panel. "Now that's impressive," he murmured, glancing under the console where a single silver wire gleamed newly. "Never was able to fix it myself."
Tentatively he reached out and traced a finger around the button. He looked up into the warm darkness of the ship above him. "What do you think, then? Nice to have it working properly again ... useful, anyway." He raked a hand thoughtfully through his hair. "I mean, let's face it, a blue police box is not often terribly nonchalant, is it?"
Hand still hovering over the button, the Doctor considered.
"Well then. I suppose ... I suppose we ought to try it out."
The TARDIS hummed ruminatively about him.
"Hmm? Well, no, they aren't a particularly technologically advanced species - not compared to some, anyway. Why?"
The Doctor listened to his ship.
"Ah. Well. Now that it comes to it, I suppose we can't be entirely certain that they didn't cock something up - oh, no, never on purpose, of course." He reached down and plucked the silver wire from beneath the console. "Still and all - " the blue button flashed once and lapsed into darkness " - you're quite right. Always better to be safe than sorry."
Prompt: #72 - Fixed
Rating: G
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: None
Notes: Written for the doctorwho_100 challenge (Prompts are here.)
Rustier than the Tin Woodsman after monsoon season, I am, but I'm determined to get back at it; so pass me the damned oil can and get the hell out of my way ...
REPAIRS
“We cannot begin to offer you thanks enough, Doctor.”
“No worries there. Happy to help."
“It is but a small service we give you in return, this minor repair to your vessel in exchange for the salvation of our people.”
“Really, don’t mention it, I - sorry?” He paused halfway across the threshold and peered at the tall orange creature rapidly dissolving into mist before him. “And ... what repair would that be?”
The creature cast its eyestalks modestly downward. "Our skills are slight," it cooed, "and our debt to you is great. Please think nothing of it. Our eternal gratitude to you, Doctor." It raised a hand in farewell and disappeared.
"Wait!" the Doctor called into the suddenly empty morning light. "What have you done to my ship?"
***
Three frantic hours later he managed to track it down.
Jacketless and dishevelled, the Doctor regarded a blue button pulsing gently on the control panel. "Now that's impressive," he murmured, glancing under the console where a single silver wire gleamed newly. "Never was able to fix it myself."
Tentatively he reached out and traced a finger around the button. He looked up into the warm darkness of the ship above him. "What do you think, then? Nice to have it working properly again ... useful, anyway." He raked a hand thoughtfully through his hair. "I mean, let's face it, a blue police box is not often terribly nonchalant, is it?"
Hand still hovering over the button, the Doctor considered.
"Well then. I suppose ... I suppose we ought to try it out."
The TARDIS hummed ruminatively about him.
"Hmm? Well, no, they aren't a particularly technologically advanced species - not compared to some, anyway. Why?"
The Doctor listened to his ship.
"Ah. Well. Now that it comes to it, I suppose we can't be entirely certain that they didn't cock something up - oh, no, never on purpose, of course." He reached down and plucked the silver wire from beneath the console. "Still and all - " the blue button flashed once and lapsed into darkness " - you're quite right. Always better to be safe than sorry."