Doctor Who Fic: The Boy Who Promised
And finally, I'm reposting the last of the 2012 stocking stuffers. Hey, 'tis the seasons... again. *g*
Title: The Boy Who Promised
Fandom:Doctor Who
Author:
yamx
Beta:
canaan &
lindenharp
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers: Up to the mid-season seven finale of Doctor Who, including the coda, by which it is inspired.
Characters: Anthony Brian Williams, Rory, Amy
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: He'd always known his parents were a little different from most people. He'd just thought it was because they were British.
A/N: Written as a stocking stuffer for
calliopes_pen. Many thanks for the Fannish Items of Interest newsletter, without which I'd be woefully uninformed. (And thank you for bringing it to Dreamwidth, too!) Happy Holidays!
The Boy Who Promised
When Tony came home from school on Thursday, his dad was just having breakfast. He had the night shift at the hospital this week. Mum was with him, nibbling on bacon and keeping him company. She pushed a plate with bacon and toast towards Tony and gestured for him to sit. Tony grinned. He hadn't had an after-school snack with his parents since grade school.
"How was school?" Dad asked.
"I got an A in history!"
Mum smiled proudly. "That's my son."
"It was mostly cause you helped me study." Mum was great at turning boring historical dates into exciting stories that were easy to remember.
Dad ruffled his hair, but his smile was serious. "Son, I need you to do something for me. It's important."
"Sure thing, Dad! What do you need?" Tony jumped up from his chair.
Dad chuckled. "I didn't mean right now."
"Do you need help with the weeding this weekend?" He felt a sharp pang of disappointment, but smiled through it. "Sure! I was going to go to the malt shop with Frank and Doris, but I can call them." He hoped Doris wouldn't be angry at him for canceling, but he didn't want to say no to his parents.
He saw Dad bite back a chuckle. "I wouldn't want to keep you from Doris." Mum took a sip of tea Tony was pretty sure was hiding a grin.
Tony blushed. He hadn't thought anyone knew how pretty he thought Doris was, and how he sort of hoped maybe if they had a good time at the malt shop-even with her brother there-she'd like Tony and want to go steady. But of course his parents had caught on. Dad always knew what he was thinking. "So, um..." He rubbed his neck. "You said you wanted me to do something?"
Mum smiled and patted the seat next to hers. "We need to tell you a story first."
Tony grinned despite the heat in his face. His parents told great stories. He sat back down.
Mum took a deep breath. "When I was a little girl in England," she began, "I was saying a prayer to Santa one night..."
The End
Crossposted at http://yamx.dreamwidth.org/69438.html.
Title: The Boy Who Promised
Fandom:Doctor Who
Author:
yamx
Beta:
canaan &
lindenharp
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers: Up to the mid-season seven finale of Doctor Who, including the coda, by which it is inspired.
Characters: Anthony Brian Williams, Rory, Amy
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: He'd always known his parents were a little different from most people. He'd just thought it was because they were British.
A/N: Written as a stocking stuffer for
calliopes_pen. Many thanks for the Fannish Items of Interest newsletter, without which I'd be woefully uninformed. (And thank you for bringing it to Dreamwidth, too!) Happy Holidays!
The Boy Who Promised
When Tony came home from school on Thursday, his dad was just having breakfast. He had the night shift at the hospital this week. Mum was with him, nibbling on bacon and keeping him company. She pushed a plate with bacon and toast towards Tony and gestured for him to sit. Tony grinned. He hadn't had an after-school snack with his parents since grade school.
"How was school?" Dad asked.
"I got an A in history!"
Mum smiled proudly. "That's my son."
"It was mostly cause you helped me study." Mum was great at turning boring historical dates into exciting stories that were easy to remember.
Dad ruffled his hair, but his smile was serious. "Son, I need you to do something for me. It's important."
"Sure thing, Dad! What do you need?" Tony jumped up from his chair.
Dad chuckled. "I didn't mean right now."
"Do you need help with the weeding this weekend?" He felt a sharp pang of disappointment, but smiled through it. "Sure! I was going to go to the malt shop with Frank and Doris, but I can call them." He hoped Doris wouldn't be angry at him for canceling, but he didn't want to say no to his parents.
He saw Dad bite back a chuckle. "I wouldn't want to keep you from Doris." Mum took a sip of tea Tony was pretty sure was hiding a grin.
Tony blushed. He hadn't thought anyone knew how pretty he thought Doris was, and how he sort of hoped maybe if they had a good time at the malt shop-even with her brother there-she'd like Tony and want to go steady. But of course his parents had caught on. Dad always knew what he was thinking. "So, um..." He rubbed his neck. "You said you wanted me to do something?"
Mum smiled and patted the seat next to hers. "We need to tell you a story first."
Tony grinned despite the heat in his face. His parents told great stories. He sat back down.
Mum took a deep breath. "When I was a little girl in England," she began, "I was saying a prayer to Santa one night..."
The End
Crossposted at http://yamx.dreamwidth.org/69438.html.