FIC: Gallifreyan Hijinks (post 4)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, hoshinekoyasha!
Title: Gallifreyan Hi-jinks
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Key2Time!Amy/Zara, Charley, Jenny, Romana/Leela , River/Amy Pond
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? Now with additional Amy Pond & River Song goodness! AU Miniseries.
Notes: Written for hoshinekoyasha .
New Girl.
“Look at those legs.”
“Those clothes.”
“That hair!”
“It can’t be her natural hair colour, it’s too vibrant.”
“I want to see!”
Amy attempted to squeeze beside Zara, Charley and Jenny, but neither budged an inch. They were too busy staring out of the tiny window at the newly arrived student. They didn’t know anything about her; indeed, until two hours ago, they didn’t even realise there was going to be any new intake at all. Things on Gallifrey seemed to move so slowly, that whenever anything changed, it felt like it had always been that way.
Another woman followed. She was slightly older, with a mass of blonde curls. This didn’t mean much; not on Gallifrey. If they were both Time Lords, returning to the planet, they could both easily be ancient. As it was, none of the girls spying thought this. Each assumed that they were the same species as their own.
The blonde woman strode confidently up to the red head, cupped her cheeks in her hand and placed a kiss on her lips. Later, when they knew more, Zara, Charley, Amy and Jenny would dissect this with horror. But at that moment, they didn’t know that River Song was to become a new tutor, nor that Amelia Pond was a new student. At that moment, there were no problems with student/teacher boundaries to be worried about.
“What’s happening?” Amy whined, though nobody paid attention to her.
The girls watched as Romana greeted the girl, then the older woman. Charley gasped as the woman took the President by surprise, immediately pulling her into a tight hug and placing a kiss firmly on her left cheek.
When they left, the girls pulled away from the window and exchanged astonished glances.
“I wonder what all that was about?” Charley announced out loud.
“Dunno,” Zara answered her. “Guess we’ll find out later.”
“I want a drink.”
“You always want a drink, Jenny.”
Despite that, they immediately headed up to their rooms, to open up Jenny’s bottle of Jack. After several glasses, the earlier events were almost forgotten.
Misbehaviour
“Where’s Amy?”
“Amy’s gone to Tutor Song’s rooms for detention. Amy’s sulking in her rooms because Amy’s also called Amy. Why?”
“No reason, just wondering.”
xxx
Rushing slightly, Amy rolled up her skirt as high as was decent and pulled her top just a little bit lower before tapping on the door in front of her. A devilish smirk erupted across her face as she waited patiently for a response. This had been all too easy.
“Come in.”
Amy opened the door slightly and slipped through the gap. River Song gave her an appraising look before returning the smile.
“Ah, Miss Pond.”
“Yeah, I’m here for detention, like you asked.”
River smirked. Both of them were struggling to keep a straight face. The older woman stood and approached her. When she had closed the gap between them, she let her shoulder brush against Amy’s forearm as she leaned over and pushed the door firmly shut. Swiftly, she locked the door. They most certainly didn’t want to be disturbed right now.
Amy seemed to be positively brimming with enthusiasm. They had been in a relationship for a while, before the notion of her attending the Academy had ever been brought up. Now they were here and she was in officially in training, it shifted their relationship somewhat. The idea of a tutor dating a student on Gallifrey was inconceivable, almost a taboo. It seemed like it would successfully add some more excitement and spice, something which had slowly been diminishing.
“You’ve been a bad girl. And only on your second day in the Academy,” River stated, trying desperately to sound as authoritative as possible. “What am I to do with you, Amelia?”
“I dunno. Maybe you should teach me a lesson?”
“Maybe, you shouldn’t tell me what to do, then I wouldn’t have to give you detention.”
“And maybe, you should stop messing around and just kiss me.”
Though she knew she shouldn’t, River obliged immediately. Her hands cupped Amy’s cheeks and gently, she placed a chaste kiss on her lips, barely long enough for Amy to acknowledge the slight pressure she had applied. When River pulled away, Amy pouted. She didn’t like it when River was playing games with her like this.
“River…”
Her voice came out as a whine. River, unable to resist, leaned forward for a second kiss. She nipped aggressively at Amy’s bottom lip, causing the younger woman to squeak in surprise. Her tongue soon followed, demanding entrance which Amy was more than willing to give. Half a minute later, they pulled apart, both more than a little breathless.
“Now, on the bed.”
“Pardon?”
“Now, Amelia. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
Identity Crisis
“Amy?”
Charley Pollard folded her arms irritably, annoyed that the blonde girl in front of her was stoically ignoring her. Eventually, she gave up calling and roughly shoved her shoulder. With a sigh, the young entity that had been created by the Grace placed her pen neatly down on the pad of paper she had been scribbling fervidly on.
“What?”
“What’s all this about you wanting to be called Abby instead?”
“Well. I wanted a new start. An identity of my own. Not one created by…”
“The Doctor?”
“Exactly.”
“And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Amelia Pond, who started just last week, uses the name Amy too?”
“Of course not,” Abby replied, albeit slightly too quickly. “Fine. Maybe a little.”
In The Wrong
“River.”
“Romana.”
River sat down opposite Romana and stared at her. The woman remained impassive as she continued working on the paperwork in front of her, barely acknowledging that River was actually there. It was obvious what she was doing: trying to make the silence so unbearable so that River would be desperate to speak. To apologise for her actions, to admit that she had been in the wrong.
But River was made of stronger stuff than that. She’d been around the blocks enough times to know (almost) every trick in the book.
Besides, she had been dating Amy for longer than she had been a tutor at the Academy on Gallifrey. She hadn’t accepted Romana’s offer because she wanted to teach, she’d accepted it because Amy had wanted to learn more about the Time Lords.
If it wasn’t for her, she’d be more than happy to leave.
“I need you to sign this form. It’s to confirm payment into your bank account.”
“Oh.”
Well, that hadn’t been what she expected. Swiftly, she obliged, scrawling her name with the pen that Romana had offered her.
“Is that all.”
“You may leave.”
“Good. Thanks.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“No more sleeping with our students. Or, if you really insist upon doing so, at least keep it a little more secret.”
Title: Gallifreyan Hi-jinks
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Key2Time!Amy/Zara, Charley, Jenny, Romana/Leela , River/Amy Pond
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? Now with additional Amy Pond & River Song goodness! AU Miniseries.
Notes: Written for hoshinekoyasha .
New Girl.
“Look at those legs.”
“Those clothes.”
“That hair!”
“It can’t be her natural hair colour, it’s too vibrant.”
“I want to see!”
Amy attempted to squeeze beside Zara, Charley and Jenny, but neither budged an inch. They were too busy staring out of the tiny window at the newly arrived student. They didn’t know anything about her; indeed, until two hours ago, they didn’t even realise there was going to be any new intake at all. Things on Gallifrey seemed to move so slowly, that whenever anything changed, it felt like it had always been that way.
Another woman followed. She was slightly older, with a mass of blonde curls. This didn’t mean much; not on Gallifrey. If they were both Time Lords, returning to the planet, they could both easily be ancient. As it was, none of the girls spying thought this. Each assumed that they were the same species as their own.
The blonde woman strode confidently up to the red head, cupped her cheeks in her hand and placed a kiss on her lips. Later, when they knew more, Zara, Charley, Amy and Jenny would dissect this with horror. But at that moment, they didn’t know that River Song was to become a new tutor, nor that Amelia Pond was a new student. At that moment, there were no problems with student/teacher boundaries to be worried about.
“What’s happening?” Amy whined, though nobody paid attention to her.
The girls watched as Romana greeted the girl, then the older woman. Charley gasped as the woman took the President by surprise, immediately pulling her into a tight hug and placing a kiss firmly on her left cheek.
When they left, the girls pulled away from the window and exchanged astonished glances.
“I wonder what all that was about?” Charley announced out loud.
“Dunno,” Zara answered her. “Guess we’ll find out later.”
“I want a drink.”
“You always want a drink, Jenny.”
Despite that, they immediately headed up to their rooms, to open up Jenny’s bottle of Jack. After several glasses, the earlier events were almost forgotten.
Misbehaviour
“Where’s Amy?”
“Amy’s gone to Tutor Song’s rooms for detention. Amy’s sulking in her rooms because Amy’s also called Amy. Why?”
“No reason, just wondering.”
xxx
Rushing slightly, Amy rolled up her skirt as high as was decent and pulled her top just a little bit lower before tapping on the door in front of her. A devilish smirk erupted across her face as she waited patiently for a response. This had been all too easy.
“Come in.”
Amy opened the door slightly and slipped through the gap. River Song gave her an appraising look before returning the smile.
“Ah, Miss Pond.”
“Yeah, I’m here for detention, like you asked.”
River smirked. Both of them were struggling to keep a straight face. The older woman stood and approached her. When she had closed the gap between them, she let her shoulder brush against Amy’s forearm as she leaned over and pushed the door firmly shut. Swiftly, she locked the door. They most certainly didn’t want to be disturbed right now.
Amy seemed to be positively brimming with enthusiasm. They had been in a relationship for a while, before the notion of her attending the Academy had ever been brought up. Now they were here and she was in officially in training, it shifted their relationship somewhat. The idea of a tutor dating a student on Gallifrey was inconceivable, almost a taboo. It seemed like it would successfully add some more excitement and spice, something which had slowly been diminishing.
“You’ve been a bad girl. And only on your second day in the Academy,” River stated, trying desperately to sound as authoritative as possible. “What am I to do with you, Amelia?”
“I dunno. Maybe you should teach me a lesson?”
“Maybe, you shouldn’t tell me what to do, then I wouldn’t have to give you detention.”
“And maybe, you should stop messing around and just kiss me.”
Though she knew she shouldn’t, River obliged immediately. Her hands cupped Amy’s cheeks and gently, she placed a chaste kiss on her lips, barely long enough for Amy to acknowledge the slight pressure she had applied. When River pulled away, Amy pouted. She didn’t like it when River was playing games with her like this.
“River…”
Her voice came out as a whine. River, unable to resist, leaned forward for a second kiss. She nipped aggressively at Amy’s bottom lip, causing the younger woman to squeak in surprise. Her tongue soon followed, demanding entrance which Amy was more than willing to give. Half a minute later, they pulled apart, both more than a little breathless.
“Now, on the bed.”
“Pardon?”
“Now, Amelia. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
Identity Crisis
“Amy?”
Charley Pollard folded her arms irritably, annoyed that the blonde girl in front of her was stoically ignoring her. Eventually, she gave up calling and roughly shoved her shoulder. With a sigh, the young entity that had been created by the Grace placed her pen neatly down on the pad of paper she had been scribbling fervidly on.
“What?”
“What’s all this about you wanting to be called Abby instead?”
“Well. I wanted a new start. An identity of my own. Not one created by…”
“The Doctor?”
“Exactly.”
“And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Amelia Pond, who started just last week, uses the name Amy too?”
“Of course not,” Abby replied, albeit slightly too quickly. “Fine. Maybe a little.”
In The Wrong
“River.”
“Romana.”
River sat down opposite Romana and stared at her. The woman remained impassive as she continued working on the paperwork in front of her, barely acknowledging that River was actually there. It was obvious what she was doing: trying to make the silence so unbearable so that River would be desperate to speak. To apologise for her actions, to admit that she had been in the wrong.
But River was made of stronger stuff than that. She’d been around the blocks enough times to know (almost) every trick in the book.
Besides, she had been dating Amy for longer than she had been a tutor at the Academy on Gallifrey. She hadn’t accepted Romana’s offer because she wanted to teach, she’d accepted it because Amy had wanted to learn more about the Time Lords.
If it wasn’t for her, she’d be more than happy to leave.
“I need you to sign this form. It’s to confirm payment into your bank account.”
“Oh.”
Well, that hadn’t been what she expected. Swiftly, she obliged, scrawling her name with the pen that Romana had offered her.
“Is that all.”
“You may leave.”
“Good. Thanks.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“No more sleeping with our students. Or, if you really insist upon doing so, at least keep it a little more secret.”