Flirting with disaster (Drabble)
Cross-posted to Time & Chips and DW100.
Spoilers for The Christmas Invasion
The TARDIS doors flew open, and the Doctor ambled out in his pyjamas. All eyes turned to him as he strolled jauntily into the middle of the action, slap-bang centre stage.
He turned to Rose, with a roguish twinkle.
“First things first,” he said. “How do I look?”
The Sycorax leader grunted his displeasure. At a sign from him, a hail of arrows thudded into the Doctor’s body.
“How mediaeval” the Doctor quipped, as he collapsed.
His whole life flashed before him as he lay, quivering and bleeding, like a dying pin-cushion.
“Bugger” he said. “Not much of a regeneration.”
Spoilers for The Christmas Invasion
The TARDIS doors flew open, and the Doctor ambled out in his pyjamas. All eyes turned to him as he strolled jauntily into the middle of the action, slap-bang centre stage.
He turned to Rose, with a roguish twinkle.
“First things first,” he said. “How do I look?”
The Sycorax leader grunted his displeasure. At a sign from him, a hail of arrows thudded into the Doctor’s body.
“How mediaeval” the Doctor quipped, as he collapsed.
His whole life flashed before him as he lay, quivering and bleeding, like a dying pin-cushion.
“Bugger” he said. “Not much of a regeneration.”