DW fic: Series 6 drabbles, episodes 1-4
Once again I'm going to drabble the whole series of Doctor Who. Here's the first installment, of four episodes, naturally containing spoilers.
Title: Series 6 drabbles
Disclaimer: I do really wish they were mine, but they're the property of the BBC and I'm just playing for free in the sandbox.
Rating: PG
Characters: Amy Pond, the Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams, River Song
Spoilers: For the entire series.
Summary: He's battled his way through a millennia.
Series 6 drabbles
The Impossible Astronaut
His death is very different from his life. He's battled his way through a millennia - he's fought with almost everyone he's ever met. He's defeated most of them. But, as he tried to explain to Amy and Rory and River, it's time to stop running.
For the first time in a long time he feels at peace, as he leaves his friends behind and steps forward to the astronaut. He knows they'll scream and shout and fight to bring him back; that's why he chose them. That's why he loves them. That's why it had to be this way.
Day of the Moon
“Mr Nixon.” David Frost holds his hand out, and the former president shakes, a faint scowl on his lips. “Thanks so much for agreeing to this.”
“Sure.” Nixon waves the journalist into a chair. “I guess we both benefit, huh?”
“I hope so.”
“Before we start,” Nixon says, “I've got a message for you. I've carried it eight years. The Doctor says hello.”
Something flashes across Frost's face. “Tall man? Curly hair, long scarf?”
Nixon shakes his head. “Gangly. Young. Brilliant.”
“Oh well,” says Frost. “Never mind. So. Watergate.”
Curse of the Black Spot
It was as Avery had thought; a ship is still a ship, whatever her form and wherever she sails. Although the helm under his hands was cold metal rather than wood smoothed to silk by years of guiding the Fancy through wind and rain, and although the stars were all around rather than overhead, he felt at home. He had his crew around him and his son at his side. The days of pilfer and murder were over. And maybe one day, they'd drop anchor next to a little blue box and share the tales of exploration amid the galaxies.
The Doctor's Wife
She reaches out and touches him. She knows his touch intimately - the caresses, the thumps, the feel of his fingers on her console. But she's never before been able to touch him. His skin is cool, soft; his jacket thick and scratchy. When she kissed him, he tasted of steel and cinnamon and tea.
She knows his mind intimately, but she had not realised that when she looked into his eyes she'd be able to see it. There are stars in his gaze and deep, deep loss.
He is all new to her, and yet, achingly familiar. Her Doctor.
Title: Series 6 drabbles
Disclaimer: I do really wish they were mine, but they're the property of the BBC and I'm just playing for free in the sandbox.
Rating: PG
Characters: Amy Pond, the Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams, River Song
Spoilers: For the entire series.
Summary: He's battled his way through a millennia.
Series 6 drabbles
The Impossible Astronaut
His death is very different from his life. He's battled his way through a millennia - he's fought with almost everyone he's ever met. He's defeated most of them. But, as he tried to explain to Amy and Rory and River, it's time to stop running.
For the first time in a long time he feels at peace, as he leaves his friends behind and steps forward to the astronaut. He knows they'll scream and shout and fight to bring him back; that's why he chose them. That's why he loves them. That's why it had to be this way.
Day of the Moon
“Mr Nixon.” David Frost holds his hand out, and the former president shakes, a faint scowl on his lips. “Thanks so much for agreeing to this.”
“Sure.” Nixon waves the journalist into a chair. “I guess we both benefit, huh?”
“I hope so.”
“Before we start,” Nixon says, “I've got a message for you. I've carried it eight years. The Doctor says hello.”
Something flashes across Frost's face. “Tall man? Curly hair, long scarf?”
Nixon shakes his head. “Gangly. Young. Brilliant.”
“Oh well,” says Frost. “Never mind. So. Watergate.”
Curse of the Black Spot
It was as Avery had thought; a ship is still a ship, whatever her form and wherever she sails. Although the helm under his hands was cold metal rather than wood smoothed to silk by years of guiding the Fancy through wind and rain, and although the stars were all around rather than overhead, he felt at home. He had his crew around him and his son at his side. The days of pilfer and murder were over. And maybe one day, they'd drop anchor next to a little blue box and share the tales of exploration amid the galaxies.
The Doctor's Wife
She reaches out and touches him. She knows his touch intimately - the caresses, the thumps, the feel of his fingers on her console. But she's never before been able to touch him. His skin is cool, soft; his jacket thick and scratchy. When she kissed him, he tasted of steel and cinnamon and tea.
She knows his mind intimately, but she had not realised that when she looked into his eyes she'd be able to see it. There are stars in his gaze and deep, deep loss.
He is all new to her, and yet, achingly familiar. Her Doctor.