Owen stuffed Ted E. Bear (he'd been a highly unoriginal child - Katie had always said so) into the bulging black bin bag along with the rest of the bedlinen from his closet. He had no need of sleep. No need of comfort. No *needs* at all...
Seven definitely had a bear... for weeks after Ace was gone he'd say goodnight to it in passing - it wasn't that he was lonely you undertand. It just worried him when he caught himself talking to thin air.
Re: flashficdonutsweeperJune 20 2008, 22:13:06 UTC
oh no, not lonely at all. and maybe, just maybe, he'd prop it up on the TARDIS console when tinkering. And explain what he was doing. Because, the bear might want to know
It might have been Susan's - he's not sure - his memory will insist on playing tricks on him. She *did* have a bear but he can't remember it being dressed in red and white stripey trousers or having that absurd cap perched between its ears.
(And he certainly has no idea how it came to get out of the third hamper from the floor in the back of the TARDIS wardrobe.)
Re: flashficdonutsweeperJune 20 2008, 22:30:08 UTC
All in all, it's rather quite silly looking, there's no way anyone he's known could have ever truly found it endearing. Especially the way the left ear is ever so slightly bent like that
and it refuses to straighten no matter how many times he tries to stroke it gently back in to place. Yes, it's definitely showing its age - the stitching on its nose is frayed and its smile (what's left of it) is decidedly wonky.
Re: flashficdonutsweeperJune 20 2008, 22:52:45 UTC
not that he tries to keep the ear straight, mind you. Presumedly it stood up straight originally and if he were to try to stroke it back in place- no stroke is the wrong word- push, yes, push it back he'd be only attempting to bring the bear back to its original luster.
Which was the exact reason he spent three hours on Jorvisndian Prime looking for a solvent that would gently remove the grease stain from its trousers.
Back in the console room with the bottle in his hand he didn't hesitate at all. And if he was being gentle when he laid it down on a fluffy towel spread over the captain's chair that was only because of its very great age and of course the towel was there to stop the once pale gold fur from getting any more dirty.
Re: flashficdonutsweeperJune 20 2008, 23:14:45 UTC
Not that it would bother him fur got dirty, but any dirt that got on it might wind up transferring to the console the next time he set the bear there, and the circuitry was delicate and it wouldn't do to get dust particles and muck in it. Really, he was just looking out for the TARDIS, wasn't he? And if the bear's original owner, who ever that was, was to someday return, he wouldn't want them dismayed at the condition of the poor thing.
He'll have to fix its nose next and maybe its smile (sometimes it looks a lot like a smirk) though he seems to think it adds character. And perhaps, after all, a bear (like a Time Lord) shouldn't ever look too pristine - well not after the first eight hundred years or so anyway.
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Owen stuffed Ted E. Bear (he'd been a highly unoriginal child - Katie had always said so) into the bulging black bin bag along with the rest of the bedlinen from his closet. He had no need of sleep. No need of comfort. No *needs* at all...
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Now if I can just get my brain to produce more words I might even get fic writing again soon...
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some day I will write Bert fic (Abby's farting hippo on NCIS)
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Seven definitely had a bear... for weeks after Ace was gone he'd say goodnight to it in passing - it wasn't that he was lonely you undertand. It just worried him when he caught himself talking to thin air.
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(And he certainly has no idea how it came to get out of the third hamper from the floor in the back of the TARDIS wardrobe.)
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Which was the exact reason he spent three hours on Jorvisndian Prime looking for a solvent that would gently remove the grease stain from its trousers.
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