Flash Fiction Comment-a-Thon Round 2
Welcome to Round 2 of the Flash Fiction Comment-a-Thon! Each round, we are looking to get flash fiction stories (stories that take up no more than the space of an LJ comment) on a related theme across the spectrum of Doctor Who, from a multitude of authors. Below is the prompt; post a comment to claim an era and I will put you on the list. When
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Before she could even start to struggle out of the straps, four hands were steadying her and tugging at the buckles holding the flight pack in place. She looked up into the Doctor's very pale, very drawn face for a moment before Nyssa's welcome voice drew her attention.
"Tegan, are you hurt?" she asked anxiously.
"Ankle," Tegan managed, wheezing a bit. "Breath knocked out of me."
"So much for a landing you can walk away from," the Doctor muttered, his sarcasm belied by his still-bloodless complexion. "Do you have the codes?"
Tegan nodded and fumbled for the belt pouch.
"Let me," Nyssa said, liberating the roll of paper. "I'll get these to the militia leader right away. And Tegan? That was... that was amazing."
Nyssa squeezed her shoulders briefly in a one-armed hug before rushing off with the precious piece of paper, leaving Tegan alone with the Doctor. She concentrated on regaining her breath for a few moments while he fussed around her, removing the jet wing and straightening her left leg so that he could inspect her injured ankle.
"You can stop looking at me like that, you know," she said eventually. "I've been flying every crazy thing I could get my hands on since I was a little kid. The first time I flew my Dad's plane, I was so small I had to sit on a book so I could see over the controls. Would you have liked it better if I'd sat around and let the Loyalist soldiers throw me in a cell with Jahred?"
The Doctor continued to stare at her like he had never seen her before for another beat. Eventually, he shook himself slightly, a hint of color returning to his cheeks.
"No, obviously not," he said calmly. "I'd have done exactly the same thing, in your position."
"Except, of course, that you would have ended up at the other end of the valley, the way you fly," she replied, smiling sweetly as the blood rose to the Doctor's face, erasing his pale look of worry as if it had never been.
"I'll have you know that I was flying before your great-great-great-grandfather was born, thank you very much," he huffed. "Now, I should get you to the TARDIS medbay and take care of that sprained ankle... unless you'd prefer to sit out the revolution?"
"Miss the revolution?" Tegan asked, allowing the sarcasm to flow freely as the Doctor eased one arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees, lifting her easily. "I might as well have stayed in bed this morning."
"Quite," he said, smug. "And where would we all be then, eh?"
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And, um, no, sorry, I am terribly behind with lots of Big Finish ranges, plus I have some gaps, and haven't heard either of those yet. (Of Six & Evelyn I have Marian Conspiracy, Spectre of Lanyon Moor, Apocalypse Element, Bloodtide, Jubilee, Pirates & Medicinal Purposes.) Obviously, this was nothing to do with anything, of course, but... I hope that isn't too awkward.
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*HUGS*
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Thank you! Poor Five... I don't think he knows what to do with her, sometimes. ;-)
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