FIC: Gallifreyan Hi-jinks (Post 3)
Title: Gallifreyan Hi-jinks
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Amy/Zara, Charley, Jenny, Romana/Leela
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Even the AU concept isn’t mine. That’s hoshinekoyasha ‘s.
Summary: Four blonde girls. The Academy on Gallifrey. This is only going to end badly, right? AU Miniseries.
Notes: Written for hoshinekoyasha .
Previous Posts: Post 1, Post 2
Hair Dye
It was meant to be brown. At least, that was what the bottle said. But no, it just had to come out green didn’t it? Instead of making her look older, more sophisticated, clever, she looked like she should have a bit part in a scary film. She lay on her bed, burying her head in the pillows, just wishing that she could wake up and find out that this had all been a terrible nightmare and her hair was still blonde.
Of course, that had no effect whatsoever.
So, she quickly decided that the best course of action would be to hide away from the others. Better that than be made a fool of. If she had the confidence of Charley or Zara, she’d just be able to brush off the inevitable jibes. If she were Jenny, she just wouldn’t care.
After all, it was meant to wash out within six to eight weeks.
***
“Where’s Amy?”
“She said she’s sick, but I‘m not sure. She should be better by now, it has been two weeks.”
“Oh.”
“Have you tried her garden? Asked Zara?”
“Yes and yes.”
“Damn.”
“Why do you want to find her anyway?”
“Leela has sent a project for her to work on whilst ill.”
“Well, good luck finding her.”
“Oh and will you stop stealing my drink? Surely you have enough of your own.”
“Charley, honey, you should know better than anyone that I never have enough drink.”
***
“Zara!”
Eventually, Zara peeled herself up from her bed, fed up with Charley’s incessant knocking. With a glare, she stared the human blonde down, waiting for an answer.
“Is Amy alright?”
Zara glanced over her shoulder and saw Amy doing weird hand gestures at her. She took that as meaning she still wasn’t ready to see visitors, despite the fact her hair wasn’t quite so green now and merely looked as though it had been highlighted with the colour instead of her having been dunked in a vat of green paint.
“She thinks the germs are… regrouping. I’d leave it a little while longer.”
“Do germs do that? Regroup?”
“Obviously so.”
Charley shrugged and handed over the file.
“Make sure she gets that, then.”
“Will do.”
***
“You owe me?”
“Pardon?”
“I’ve hidden you in here for nine weeks now and your hair looks fine now,” Zara muttered, with a predatory glint in her eyes. “I think you owe me.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I think you know.”
Tentatively, Amy approached Zara and placed a kiss on her lips. It wasn’t long before they fell into bed together and Zara had her wicked way. All it confirmed was switching over Amy’s hair dye had been so worth it. She’d have to think up something else to be able to do this again.
Bias
When she took over the role as a tutor, Romana had been rather explicit that she shouldn’t show any bias between students. But Leela couldn’t help it; like everything else in her life, she allowed her instincts to lead her and that included having preferences across her class.
It was never going to be Jenny. Despite the fact that the girl had the Doctor’s blood running through her veins and therefore, should theoretically carry the same honour as her father, she simply didn’t. She preferred to drink, turned up late for lectures and when she eventually arrived, often fell asleep. The girl simply did not care.
As for Zara and Amy, both were extremes and neither suited to Leela’s preferences. Zara was always causing problems, getting in the way and wreaking havoc. Like Jenny, she didn’t care about learning and was generally nuisance. Moreso, really, considering all the pranks she pulled. And Amy, well the girl was so quiet that she was barely noticeable. There was little point in nurturing what was unlikely to survive.
Charley Pollard, however. The girl had something about her. She enjoyed a mystery and wasn’t scared to get into trouble. And although she stood up for herself, she didn’t actively go out to cause it. Leela liked the girl and knew she could go far, if she applied herself well.
So, regardless of what Romana said, Leela knew she would have to work hard with Charley. She knew talent when she saw it and there was no point in wasting her energies elsewhere.
that's over 2000 words now, Hoshi. Did you really want that Mentalist one? Cause I will write it... but can't write it with any immediacy.
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Amy/Zara, Charley, Jenny, Romana/Leela
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Even the AU concept isn’t mine. That’s hoshinekoyasha ‘s.
Summary: Four blonde girls. The Academy on Gallifrey. This is only going to end badly, right? AU Miniseries.
Notes: Written for hoshinekoyasha .
Previous Posts: Post 1, Post 2
Hair Dye
It was meant to be brown. At least, that was what the bottle said. But no, it just had to come out green didn’t it? Instead of making her look older, more sophisticated, clever, she looked like she should have a bit part in a scary film. She lay on her bed, burying her head in the pillows, just wishing that she could wake up and find out that this had all been a terrible nightmare and her hair was still blonde.
Of course, that had no effect whatsoever.
So, she quickly decided that the best course of action would be to hide away from the others. Better that than be made a fool of. If she had the confidence of Charley or Zara, she’d just be able to brush off the inevitable jibes. If she were Jenny, she just wouldn’t care.
After all, it was meant to wash out within six to eight weeks.
***
“Where’s Amy?”
“She said she’s sick, but I‘m not sure. She should be better by now, it has been two weeks.”
“Oh.”
“Have you tried her garden? Asked Zara?”
“Yes and yes.”
“Damn.”
“Why do you want to find her anyway?”
“Leela has sent a project for her to work on whilst ill.”
“Well, good luck finding her.”
“Oh and will you stop stealing my drink? Surely you have enough of your own.”
“Charley, honey, you should know better than anyone that I never have enough drink.”
***
“Zara!”
Eventually, Zara peeled herself up from her bed, fed up with Charley’s incessant knocking. With a glare, she stared the human blonde down, waiting for an answer.
“Is Amy alright?”
Zara glanced over her shoulder and saw Amy doing weird hand gestures at her. She took that as meaning she still wasn’t ready to see visitors, despite the fact her hair wasn’t quite so green now and merely looked as though it had been highlighted with the colour instead of her having been dunked in a vat of green paint.
“She thinks the germs are… regrouping. I’d leave it a little while longer.”
“Do germs do that? Regroup?”
“Obviously so.”
Charley shrugged and handed over the file.
“Make sure she gets that, then.”
“Will do.”
***
“You owe me?”
“Pardon?”
“I’ve hidden you in here for nine weeks now and your hair looks fine now,” Zara muttered, with a predatory glint in her eyes. “I think you owe me.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I think you know.”
Tentatively, Amy approached Zara and placed a kiss on her lips. It wasn’t long before they fell into bed together and Zara had her wicked way. All it confirmed was switching over Amy’s hair dye had been so worth it. She’d have to think up something else to be able to do this again.
Bias
When she took over the role as a tutor, Romana had been rather explicit that she shouldn’t show any bias between students. But Leela couldn’t help it; like everything else in her life, she allowed her instincts to lead her and that included having preferences across her class.
It was never going to be Jenny. Despite the fact that the girl had the Doctor’s blood running through her veins and therefore, should theoretically carry the same honour as her father, she simply didn’t. She preferred to drink, turned up late for lectures and when she eventually arrived, often fell asleep. The girl simply did not care.
As for Zara and Amy, both were extremes and neither suited to Leela’s preferences. Zara was always causing problems, getting in the way and wreaking havoc. Like Jenny, she didn’t care about learning and was generally nuisance. Moreso, really, considering all the pranks she pulled. And Amy, well the girl was so quiet that she was barely noticeable. There was little point in nurturing what was unlikely to survive.
Charley Pollard, however. The girl had something about her. She enjoyed a mystery and wasn’t scared to get into trouble. And although she stood up for herself, she didn’t actively go out to cause it. Leela liked the girl and knew she could go far, if she applied herself well.
So, regardless of what Romana said, Leela knew she would have to work hard with Charley. She knew talent when she saw it and there was no point in wasting her energies elsewhere.
that's over 2000 words now, Hoshi. Did you really want that Mentalist one? Cause I will write it... but can't write it with any immediacy.