Doctor Who Drabbles: Post Two
Various Characters and Themes (as before).
Spoilers for Gallifrey Series 3: Fractures
Adjustment
Her fingers ran across the blade of her knife. An ever faithful friend, always by her side. There was once a time when this creeping darkness that now haunted her permanently she would have believed she should be slain. But no - that would be giving up. That would be letting them, the Time Lords win. It seems the dusty Lords can fight, but even with this affliction, this was still her domain. She still had some use and some of the people of this strange world of Politics were true, eventually. Braxiatel, Romana… Andred. Vengeance was necessary for these few.
And Baby Makes Three
“Romana!”
“Yes, Doctor?”
Romana peered up innocently from her reading, not quite sure why she was being disturbed. The Doctor was wearing quite an amusing expression on his face - a mixture between anger and sheer confusion.
“What do you call this?”
He opened his hand to reveal a piece of grey coral. Romana gave an inaudible squeal of delight, bounded over and immediately started stroking said piece of coral.
“I was wondering when she was going to give birth.”
“You knew?”
“Well obviously.” She sighed. “I’ve never seen a baby TARDIS before.”
“A scientific experiment of yours?”
“Yes.” She beamed. “And baby makes three. Three surviving TARDISes, Doctor!”
Addiction
He can’t help it.
A covert glimpse out of the corner of his eye. White always suited her in that body. And when she regenerated and choosing to wear a school uniform, she couldn’t expect him not to look could she? They could never let it go further than that. She was far too proper.
She can’t help it.
It’s just too easy. The way he sulks whenever she corrects him. The quick comment to remind him that actually she does know and he can’t fool her. Some habits never grow old and even regeneration couldn’t kill that. Besides, it’s an easy way to hide emotions. Her upbringing would never allow it.
It’s like an addiction.
Between Angels and Insects
When I felt my body slam to the ground, I knew what had happened. A forceful hand rested upon my ankle, preventing me from standing. Probably wise too, considering it felt like I’d been through a blender. The weeping angels, silent but deadly, send you back in the past without a time machine. That makes your body feel like it’s been pulled apart and put together again by a child. A spider was creeping its way up my back, making me shudder slightly, adding to the general unpleasantness of the entire experience.
Between angels and insects - they really know how to make you feel sick.
Only By Moonlight
He always knew she was pretty.
Running around Paris, holding hands, laughing and joking, they received more than their fair share of stares. Probably something to do with the ‘age difference’. Oh, but what would those humans think, finding out it was hundreds of years rather than decades?
The Doctor turned lazily, rearranging his scarf. A rare break from the running and the arrests and the righting wrongs. Romana’s eyes were closed, a small smile traced on her lips, hands resting carefully on her voluminous skirt. The moonlight positively danced across her delicate features. Given the chance, he’d watch her for hours.
By sunlight, she was beautiful, only by moonlight, she was captivating.
Not With These Neighbours!
Mr. Richards banged on the wall, disgruntled, again. Ever since these new neighbours moved in a month ago, it had been virtually impossible to sleep. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, they said they were called. And he thoroughly disapproved of them. She shouldn’t be living in this country - and he, he should be out working, not banging and crashing throughout the night!
“Oh come to bed, dear.” His long-suffering wife trilled. “You need to sleep.”
“Not with these neighbours, I wont!”
He stormed around to give them a piece of his mind, only to find as quickly as they’d appeared, they had gone.
Hope
Those blue eyes sparkled as if the war had never happened. Tears seared the back of his throat. In her, only her, he could see things not possible in any other being. Snow-capped mountains bathed in the summer sunshine of the second sun. Deep, craggy valleys aligned with silver leafed trees. And the proud, encased citadel; a jewel atop the continent of Wild Endeavour. He may have ran, but home always did hold beauty. And now, before him, stood hope. A singular being managed to quench the utter, soul-destroying loneliness. For she had survived too; and she knew Gallifrey. Romana.
Sequel to 'Hope'
Nothing
For when the Doctor dreams; the TARDIS does too. She dreams of Princesses, giant squid and keys to time. She reminisces about Paris and that bouquet. She sheds a hypothetical tear over E-space and leaving loved ones behind. She reverberates with pride over her Madam President and the changes she made that her Doctor could not.
And she’s entirely capable of summoning up images of people who are not there. There’s a crack in his throat as he approaches Romana and the TARDIS wishes she’s real too, oh how she does. But she is nothing. Nothing more than a memory.
Playing With Her Mind
His fingers rested gently on her temples, applying pressure evenly and as if by magic her lonely angel was wandering through her mind. Filtering through her memories one by one, looking fervently for the information he desperately required. It wasn’t difficult however to imagine doors and protect the more… private… of pictures from him however. Still it felt like having a child running carefree through her thoughts.
It was just when she took him by surprise and wandered through the door he’d left gaping open into his mind. Really, he was just like a lonely little boy. Still, it was no excuse, he was a Doctor and he should have known that a door left open could be entered either way.
Spoilers for Gallifrey Series 3: Fractures
Adjustment
Her fingers ran across the blade of her knife. An ever faithful friend, always by her side. There was once a time when this creeping darkness that now haunted her permanently she would have believed she should be slain. But no - that would be giving up. That would be letting them, the Time Lords win. It seems the dusty Lords can fight, but even with this affliction, this was still her domain. She still had some use and some of the people of this strange world of Politics were true, eventually. Braxiatel, Romana… Andred. Vengeance was necessary for these few.
And Baby Makes Three
“Romana!”
“Yes, Doctor?”
Romana peered up innocently from her reading, not quite sure why she was being disturbed. The Doctor was wearing quite an amusing expression on his face - a mixture between anger and sheer confusion.
“What do you call this?”
He opened his hand to reveal a piece of grey coral. Romana gave an inaudible squeal of delight, bounded over and immediately started stroking said piece of coral.
“I was wondering when she was going to give birth.”
“You knew?”
“Well obviously.” She sighed. “I’ve never seen a baby TARDIS before.”
“A scientific experiment of yours?”
“Yes.” She beamed. “And baby makes three. Three surviving TARDISes, Doctor!”
Addiction
He can’t help it.
A covert glimpse out of the corner of his eye. White always suited her in that body. And when she regenerated and choosing to wear a school uniform, she couldn’t expect him not to look could she? They could never let it go further than that. She was far too proper.
She can’t help it.
It’s just too easy. The way he sulks whenever she corrects him. The quick comment to remind him that actually she does know and he can’t fool her. Some habits never grow old and even regeneration couldn’t kill that. Besides, it’s an easy way to hide emotions. Her upbringing would never allow it.
It’s like an addiction.
Between Angels and Insects
When I felt my body slam to the ground, I knew what had happened. A forceful hand rested upon my ankle, preventing me from standing. Probably wise too, considering it felt like I’d been through a blender. The weeping angels, silent but deadly, send you back in the past without a time machine. That makes your body feel like it’s been pulled apart and put together again by a child. A spider was creeping its way up my back, making me shudder slightly, adding to the general unpleasantness of the entire experience.
Between angels and insects - they really know how to make you feel sick.
Only By Moonlight
He always knew she was pretty.
Running around Paris, holding hands, laughing and joking, they received more than their fair share of stares. Probably something to do with the ‘age difference’. Oh, but what would those humans think, finding out it was hundreds of years rather than decades?
The Doctor turned lazily, rearranging his scarf. A rare break from the running and the arrests and the righting wrongs. Romana’s eyes were closed, a small smile traced on her lips, hands resting carefully on her voluminous skirt. The moonlight positively danced across her delicate features. Given the chance, he’d watch her for hours.
By sunlight, she was beautiful, only by moonlight, she was captivating.
Not With These Neighbours!
Mr. Richards banged on the wall, disgruntled, again. Ever since these new neighbours moved in a month ago, it had been virtually impossible to sleep. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, they said they were called. And he thoroughly disapproved of them. She shouldn’t be living in this country - and he, he should be out working, not banging and crashing throughout the night!
“Oh come to bed, dear.” His long-suffering wife trilled. “You need to sleep.”
“Not with these neighbours, I wont!”
He stormed around to give them a piece of his mind, only to find as quickly as they’d appeared, they had gone.
Hope
Those blue eyes sparkled as if the war had never happened. Tears seared the back of his throat. In her, only her, he could see things not possible in any other being. Snow-capped mountains bathed in the summer sunshine of the second sun. Deep, craggy valleys aligned with silver leafed trees. And the proud, encased citadel; a jewel atop the continent of Wild Endeavour. He may have ran, but home always did hold beauty. And now, before him, stood hope. A singular being managed to quench the utter, soul-destroying loneliness. For she had survived too; and she knew Gallifrey. Romana.
Sequel to 'Hope'
Nothing
For when the Doctor dreams; the TARDIS does too. She dreams of Princesses, giant squid and keys to time. She reminisces about Paris and that bouquet. She sheds a hypothetical tear over E-space and leaving loved ones behind. She reverberates with pride over her Madam President and the changes she made that her Doctor could not.
And she’s entirely capable of summoning up images of people who are not there. There’s a crack in his throat as he approaches Romana and the TARDIS wishes she’s real too, oh how she does. But she is nothing. Nothing more than a memory.
Playing With Her Mind
His fingers rested gently on her temples, applying pressure evenly and as if by magic her lonely angel was wandering through her mind. Filtering through her memories one by one, looking fervently for the information he desperately required. It wasn’t difficult however to imagine doors and protect the more… private… of pictures from him however. Still it felt like having a child running carefree through her thoughts.
It was just when she took him by surprise and wandered through the door he’d left gaping open into his mind. Really, he was just like a lonely little boy. Still, it was no excuse, he was a Doctor and he should have known that a door left open could be entered either way.