Ficlet: The More Things Change... (Now with *actual* Eleven!)
So, some of you might remember that I posted the original version of this ficlet early last year, mere days after Matt Smith had been revealed as the new Doctor. Mostly, I must admit, because the idea of a very young-looking Doctor amused me, and thus I had to poke affectionate fun at him. However, I had nothing to go on personality-wise, so my Eleven was very Ten-ish.
But recently I thought that I ought to re-do the story with a 'proper' Eleven, and thanks to the_redjay, who devoured the entire Seeker 'verse this morning (*is very impressed*), I finally decided to do something about it. So - here you are! *crickets* Ah well, it amused me! (Jaybird if you want it, this fic's for you!)
Title: The More Things Change...
Characters: Eleven, OC.
Spoilers: None. (S3 if you want to be pedantic.)
Setting: AU.
Rating: PG.
Word count: 860 words.
Genre: Humour, fluff.
A/N: Set in my Not the Last 'verse, which is hugely, massively AU. In brief, this is a few days after the Doctor has regenerated (remember: AU! The Master doesn't die, and there's no 'S4', no Donna, no JE, no EoT, no Amelia - AU. Dunno how my Ten died btw *handwaves*). The Seeker (the Master’s son, brought up by the Doctor) is at this point around 150 and still in his first body, looking middle aged (he has spent most of his life living in linear time, so a lot more time has passed for him than for the Doctor, although in this 'verse the Doctor spent a lot more time as Ten than he did in canon).
The More Things Change...
The Doctor and the Seeker enter the lobby of a hotel where the Doctor thinks something strange is going on, and walk up to the desk.
Eleven: Now, we are here to-
Seeker (cuts in): I believe we have a reservation? The name is Saxon.
Eleven (turns to him sharply): What?
Seeker: I called ahead. I know you like to make life difficult for yourself, but...
Receptionist: Ah, yes, here you are. Mr Alexander Saxon? Two single rooms for you and... (hesitates) your son?
Seeker (beams): Yes! Yes, my son. My son John, as a matter of fact.
Eleven (through clenched teeth): You should think very carefully about what you are doing...
Seeker: Now now, that’s no way to speak to your elders!
Eleven: *glares*
Seeker: *smirks*
Receptionist: If you could just sign here... Thank you. And your digi-keys. Dinner will be served at seven. Do you have any luggage?
Seeker: We like to travel light. I presume you have shops on the premises?
Receptionist: Of course.
Seeker: Great. Come on son, let's go take a look at our rooms and freshen up!
They walk off.
Eleven: Well I hope you are happy now.
Seeker: Why yes I am. We're in the system, makes life easier. I know that you prefer to just turn up and pretend to blend in, but I thought it'd be nice to have a bed to fall into if things take a little longer than expected. Not as young as I was, sonnie!
Eleven (waves a finger in the Seeker's general direction): You will not be keeping that body forever you know.
Seeker (smiling beatifically): True, but it should be good for quite a while yet! Unlike you I don't spend my time gallivanting around the universe looking for trouble and constantly getting into life-threatening situations!
Eleven (incredulous): ...Gallivanting?
Seeker: You know, I think your DNA knows what it's doing, furnishing you with increasingly younger and fitter bodies. It strikes me as a rather blatant attempt at giving itself the optimum chance of survival. Clever. (looks Eleven over) Although to be honest I was expecting something less... angular. River called you ‘baby faced’ when talking about this regeneration so I was thinking something cherubic. Like when you wore that coat of many colours and had golden curls.
Eleven: I think I need to have a word with River. She shouldn’t be giving out spoilers like that.
Seeker: Oh come off it, I’m perfectly capable of keeping secrets. And it is quite funny to see you looking like you’re barely legal. Not to mention the bow tie...
Eleven (sternly and not at all amused): Listen - what are you doing here?
Seeker: Doctor, Doctor, don't get your knickers in a- oh!
Eleven (cautiously): What?
Seeker: Dad's been teasing you, hasn't he? (starts laughing) How long are you going to keep him locked up for?
Eleven (grimly): Until he learns some manners!
Seeker (still hugely amused): Well that could take a while! Anyway, where do you reckon we should begin looking for your mysterious thing of mysteriousness?
Eleven: Stop changing the subject. Why. Are. You. Here? (He leans in, scrutinising the Seeker) You've been attached to me like a limpet ever since you saw my new face, even though you have some experiment in a critical state. So talk, or I’ll lock you up with your father!
Seeker (raises eyebrows): Blimey, you’re a grumpy so-and-so this time round, aren’t you? I feel we should hold a memorial service to the smooth talking charm that is now gone... (Seeing the look on Eleven’s face, he swiftly continues) But - since you’re so desperate to know, I'm hanging around until you run into Jack. Or he runs into you, whatever. I want to see his face when he first sets eyes on the new you!
Eleven (not getting it): I’m sorry?
Seeker: Oh come on! You were getting a little crinkled around the edges in your last body, and here you are, all shiny and new and... (raises eyebrow) nubile. He'll think that he's finally died for good and gone to heaven! You know, you really ought to give him a kiss now and again, at the very least - it's tragic the way he pines in vain.
Eleven (shaking his head and deeply regretting forcing the issue): I've said this before, but that man is a *terrible* influence on you!
Seeker (dryly): Not as terrible as your outfit.
Eleven (breezily) : Bow ties are cool! (stops) Oh. Wait. Do you feel that?
Seeker: I do...
Eleven (suddenly excited): Well, let's have a look at what's behind door number one!
Using his sonic screwdriver he opens a door with a large 'Private' sign on it to reveal a scene that has no place in a nice hotel.
Nasty looking aliens: Intruders! (twenty weapons are immediately aimed at the Timelords)
Seeker (sighing deeply): And now I'm remembering why I stopped travelling with you... New you, same old trouble.
Eleven: *smiles*
And that's all folks!
But recently I thought that I ought to re-do the story with a 'proper' Eleven, and thanks to the_redjay, who devoured the entire Seeker 'verse this morning (*is very impressed*), I finally decided to do something about it. So - here you are! *crickets* Ah well, it amused me! (Jaybird if you want it, this fic's for you!)
Title: The More Things Change...
Characters: Eleven, OC.
Spoilers: None. (S3 if you want to be pedantic.)
Setting: AU.
Rating: PG.
Word count: 860 words.
Genre: Humour, fluff.
A/N: Set in my Not the Last 'verse, which is hugely, massively AU. In brief, this is a few days after the Doctor has regenerated (remember: AU! The Master doesn't die, and there's no 'S4', no Donna, no JE, no EoT, no Amelia - AU. Dunno how my Ten died btw *handwaves*). The Seeker (the Master’s son, brought up by the Doctor) is at this point around 150 and still in his first body, looking middle aged (he has spent most of his life living in linear time, so a lot more time has passed for him than for the Doctor, although in this 'verse the Doctor spent a lot more time as Ten than he did in canon).
The More Things Change...
The Doctor and the Seeker enter the lobby of a hotel where the Doctor thinks something strange is going on, and walk up to the desk.
Eleven: Now, we are here to-
Seeker (cuts in): I believe we have a reservation? The name is Saxon.
Eleven (turns to him sharply): What?
Seeker: I called ahead. I know you like to make life difficult for yourself, but...
Receptionist: Ah, yes, here you are. Mr Alexander Saxon? Two single rooms for you and... (hesitates) your son?
Seeker (beams): Yes! Yes, my son. My son John, as a matter of fact.
Eleven (through clenched teeth): You should think very carefully about what you are doing...
Seeker: Now now, that’s no way to speak to your elders!
Eleven: *glares*
Seeker: *smirks*
Receptionist: If you could just sign here... Thank you. And your digi-keys. Dinner will be served at seven. Do you have any luggage?
Seeker: We like to travel light. I presume you have shops on the premises?
Receptionist: Of course.
Seeker: Great. Come on son, let's go take a look at our rooms and freshen up!
They walk off.
Eleven: Well I hope you are happy now.
Seeker: Why yes I am. We're in the system, makes life easier. I know that you prefer to just turn up and pretend to blend in, but I thought it'd be nice to have a bed to fall into if things take a little longer than expected. Not as young as I was, sonnie!
Eleven (waves a finger in the Seeker's general direction): You will not be keeping that body forever you know.
Seeker (smiling beatifically): True, but it should be good for quite a while yet! Unlike you I don't spend my time gallivanting around the universe looking for trouble and constantly getting into life-threatening situations!
Eleven (incredulous): ...Gallivanting?
Seeker: You know, I think your DNA knows what it's doing, furnishing you with increasingly younger and fitter bodies. It strikes me as a rather blatant attempt at giving itself the optimum chance of survival. Clever. (looks Eleven over) Although to be honest I was expecting something less... angular. River called you ‘baby faced’ when talking about this regeneration so I was thinking something cherubic. Like when you wore that coat of many colours and had golden curls.
Eleven: I think I need to have a word with River. She shouldn’t be giving out spoilers like that.
Seeker: Oh come off it, I’m perfectly capable of keeping secrets. And it is quite funny to see you looking like you’re barely legal. Not to mention the bow tie...
Eleven (sternly and not at all amused): Listen - what are you doing here?
Seeker: Doctor, Doctor, don't get your knickers in a- oh!
Eleven (cautiously): What?
Seeker: Dad's been teasing you, hasn't he? (starts laughing) How long are you going to keep him locked up for?
Eleven (grimly): Until he learns some manners!
Seeker (still hugely amused): Well that could take a while! Anyway, where do you reckon we should begin looking for your mysterious thing of mysteriousness?
Eleven: Stop changing the subject. Why. Are. You. Here? (He leans in, scrutinising the Seeker) You've been attached to me like a limpet ever since you saw my new face, even though you have some experiment in a critical state. So talk, or I’ll lock you up with your father!
Seeker (raises eyebrows): Blimey, you’re a grumpy so-and-so this time round, aren’t you? I feel we should hold a memorial service to the smooth talking charm that is now gone... (Seeing the look on Eleven’s face, he swiftly continues) But - since you’re so desperate to know, I'm hanging around until you run into Jack. Or he runs into you, whatever. I want to see his face when he first sets eyes on the new you!
Eleven (not getting it): I’m sorry?
Seeker: Oh come on! You were getting a little crinkled around the edges in your last body, and here you are, all shiny and new and... (raises eyebrow) nubile. He'll think that he's finally died for good and gone to heaven! You know, you really ought to give him a kiss now and again, at the very least - it's tragic the way he pines in vain.
Eleven (shaking his head and deeply regretting forcing the issue): I've said this before, but that man is a *terrible* influence on you!
Seeker (dryly): Not as terrible as your outfit.
Eleven (breezily) : Bow ties are cool! (stops) Oh. Wait. Do you feel that?
Seeker: I do...
Eleven (suddenly excited): Well, let's have a look at what's behind door number one!
Using his sonic screwdriver he opens a door with a large 'Private' sign on it to reveal a scene that has no place in a nice hotel.
Nasty looking aliens: Intruders! (twenty weapons are immediately aimed at the Timelords)
Seeker (sighing deeply): And now I'm remembering why I stopped travelling with you... New you, same old trouble.
Eleven: *smiles*
And that's all folks!