Challenge #69, #55 (Doctor Who)
Title: Fitting Attire
Words: 100
Universe: Doctor Who/Buffy
Challenge: tthdrabbles #69 "Gifts"
The t-shirt was lovely. Black, showing a night scene; moon, stars, and a church steeple in silhuette.
The Doctor tilted his head to one side, as if that would give him a better perspective. "I like it."
"Good." Buffy thrust a package at him. "This one's yours."
"Mine?" The Doctor opened the package, pulling out a larger black t-shirt, blazoned with a glowing nebula scattered with stars. "Wait a minute, this has words on it."
Buffy grinned. "Yep! Mine too."
Picked out subtley in the stars of both t-shirts was a single phrase: "World Saver".
The Doctor smiled. "Thank you."
Title: Dance
Words: 100
Universe: Doctor Who/Buffy
Challenge: tthdrabbles #55 "Music"
Buffy dreamed she was dancing, dancing with knives whirling about her, leaping over crossed staves, skipping with partners made of sticks and chiffon. The music was her heartbeat, the melody was her blood. She was made of air; nothing could touch her, not life, not death, nor sorrow, nor weariness.
Faintly, in the distance, someone was calling her name.
The music paused for breath, and something cold and wet hit her on the cheek. She woke up. It wasn't a dream. She stumbled to the Doctor's side, exhausted.
"Sorry, I didn't realize that Parwatee dancing would be quite so infectious."
Words: 100
Universe: Doctor Who/Buffy
Challenge: tthdrabbles #69 "Gifts"
The t-shirt was lovely. Black, showing a night scene; moon, stars, and a church steeple in silhuette.
The Doctor tilted his head to one side, as if that would give him a better perspective. "I like it."
"Good." Buffy thrust a package at him. "This one's yours."
"Mine?" The Doctor opened the package, pulling out a larger black t-shirt, blazoned with a glowing nebula scattered with stars. "Wait a minute, this has words on it."
Buffy grinned. "Yep! Mine too."
Picked out subtley in the stars of both t-shirts was a single phrase: "World Saver".
The Doctor smiled. "Thank you."
Title: Dance
Words: 100
Universe: Doctor Who/Buffy
Challenge: tthdrabbles #55 "Music"
Buffy dreamed she was dancing, dancing with knives whirling about her, leaping over crossed staves, skipping with partners made of sticks and chiffon. The music was her heartbeat, the melody was her blood. She was made of air; nothing could touch her, not life, not death, nor sorrow, nor weariness.
Faintly, in the distance, someone was calling her name.
The music paused for breath, and something cold and wet hit her on the cheek. She woke up. It wasn't a dream. She stumbled to the Doctor's side, exhausted.
"Sorry, I didn't realize that Parwatee dancing would be quite so infectious."