Fic: Little Red Corvette
Title: Little Red Corvette
Characters/Pairing: Des, the Doctor, the 'vette, mentions of the TARDIS.
Word Count: 401
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Des and the Doctor have an age-old argument.
Notes: Written as something of an early birthday present for allfireburns , and because I miss THE BOYS.... And because I had a 'vette in my head and felt that she should be written into a fic, even if it was just briefly. Des is a dork. I love him.
Disclaimer: Des and the 'vette are mine, the Doctor belongs to the Beeb, the Rift continues to own various parts of your person.
"We've discussed this at great length."
The Doctor didn't look up. It really wasn't necessary to look at Des when he was talking, since half the time most people were convinced he just talked to hear the sound of his own voice and neither cared who he was talking to or what the words coming out of his mouth actually were. "Hmm? What is it we've discussed?"
Des pouted like the fact that the Doctor didn't know what he was talking about was a great personal insult. "Which of us has the cooler vehicle."
"Oh right." A pause. "It's still me."
"I beg to differ."
This time the Doctor actually did look up and fixed Des would an incredulous look that... Eventually faded into something that was between amused and slightly annoyed since one really couldn't look at Des incredulously for very long. After awhile, the things he said and did stopped being strange and deserving of those sorts of looks. "The TARDIS is a sentient timecraft, capable of traveling in time and space." Never mind that his wasn't sentient and the one here isn't technically his, nor can this particular TARDIS actually travel in time and space- it's best not to argue semantics with the Doctor when he's trying to win an argument. "And you have... A Corvette."
"A sentient Corvette who has had every inch of her blessed by a witch from Bismark who could do things to cars that would make God a Nascar fan. Sure she's got codependency issues, but we're working those out. What part of that isn't cool?"
The Doctor stared, opened his mouth to answer that, closed his mouth again, and then finally went back to whatever it was he was doing before Des started saying words again, "You're never going to win this battle, Des."
"I disagree." And to demonstrate to what lengths he disagreed, Des put two fingers in his mouth and whistled and the Doctor was forced to look up just to see what the hell where that high-pitched squeal of joy was coming from... And was immediately greeted by the sight of a teenage girl with cherry-red hair flying into the room and leaping onto Des's back with so much force that he was nearly bowled over.
Somehow through the pain of having something girlshaped launch itself at his back, Des managed to grin smugly. "Can the TARDIS do that?"
Characters/Pairing: Des, the Doctor, the 'vette, mentions of the TARDIS.
Word Count: 401
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Des and the Doctor have an age-old argument.
Notes: Written as something of an early birthday present for allfireburns , and because I miss THE BOYS.... And because I had a 'vette in my head and felt that she should be written into a fic, even if it was just briefly. Des is a dork. I love him.
Disclaimer: Des and the 'vette are mine, the Doctor belongs to the Beeb, the Rift continues to own various parts of your person.
"We've discussed this at great length."
The Doctor didn't look up. It really wasn't necessary to look at Des when he was talking, since half the time most people were convinced he just talked to hear the sound of his own voice and neither cared who he was talking to or what the words coming out of his mouth actually were. "Hmm? What is it we've discussed?"
Des pouted like the fact that the Doctor didn't know what he was talking about was a great personal insult. "Which of us has the cooler vehicle."
"Oh right." A pause. "It's still me."
"I beg to differ."
This time the Doctor actually did look up and fixed Des would an incredulous look that... Eventually faded into something that was between amused and slightly annoyed since one really couldn't look at Des incredulously for very long. After awhile, the things he said and did stopped being strange and deserving of those sorts of looks. "The TARDIS is a sentient timecraft, capable of traveling in time and space." Never mind that his wasn't sentient and the one here isn't technically his, nor can this particular TARDIS actually travel in time and space- it's best not to argue semantics with the Doctor when he's trying to win an argument. "And you have... A Corvette."
"A sentient Corvette who has had every inch of her blessed by a witch from Bismark who could do things to cars that would make God a Nascar fan. Sure she's got codependency issues, but we're working those out. What part of that isn't cool?"
The Doctor stared, opened his mouth to answer that, closed his mouth again, and then finally went back to whatever it was he was doing before Des started saying words again, "You're never going to win this battle, Des."
"I disagree." And to demonstrate to what lengths he disagreed, Des put two fingers in his mouth and whistled and the Doctor was forced to look up just to see what the hell where that high-pitched squeal of joy was coming from... And was immediately greeted by the sight of a teenage girl with cherry-red hair flying into the room and leaping onto Des's back with so much force that he was nearly bowled over.
Somehow through the pain of having something girlshaped launch itself at his back, Des managed to grin smugly. "Can the TARDIS do that?"