ashteth - A Payphone, Somewhere in Norway (10th Doctor)
Title: A Payphone, Somewhere in Norway
Fandom: Doctor Who (10th Doctor)
Rating: Errr… PG? That’s twice in as many fics! Have i lost my touch?
Category: Phone Call-y
Sub Category: Cuddly
Main Characters: Mickey
Chap/1shot: Possibly part of my "Mickey Smith Saves the World (No, the Other World)" series. If i ever get round to finishing that series.
Pages: 2
Spoilers: Yup, for Season 2, especially AoG and Doomsday. Well, it is a Post-Season fic.
Summary: Mickey phones home whilst travelling with HearingVoices!Rose. Pure post-ep indulgence, kinda like a PWP without the porn.
Disclaimer: Hey, they’re in an AU and RTD isn’t looking *steals*. But they’re still not mine.
Author notes: So, do i win a prize for the first post-season fic? (if this is actually the first post-season fic)
Conversation Recorded From a Payphone, Somewhere in Norway.
Hey, babe. It’s me.
Yeah, I’m fine. We’re all fine.
Where are we? Y’know, I ain’t got a clue: Norway somewhere.
Yeah, I know I should know - but I’m not drivin’, am I? So, how’s my planet doin’?
Yeah? Good. Torchwood doin’ as their told?
Good to hear. Is Raj still -
Yeah, I know he moans, he don’t like it when he’s got nothin’ to do. Get ‘em to switch, put him on that assignment with Saxon, the one with the -
Yeah, that’s the one.
The President still havin’ a go at us?
Yeah, she would say that, pushy little b-
If anyone needs some time off, it’s Pete Tyler.
Huh? *laughs* Nah, Mickey Smith: Defender of the Earth, doesn’t get days off.
This? Lookin’ after Rose is a job.
You don’t get into as much trouble! Don’t moan as much neither.
I didn’t mean it like that! You’re -
Alright, alright! Anyway, I’ve got some good news.
Nah, she’s fine: she’s doin’ it just to spite you. And stop referrin’ to her as "the competition". There ain’t no competition, it’s always R-
*laughs* I meant you! I meant you, always. You’re better in bed than she is, anyway.
No, I mean it.
Heh, really? I’d rather have white.
I’ve always preferred white chocolate. It’d go better with the squirty cream.
*sigh* Yeah, you can ‘ave sprinkles.
Good news? Oh yeah. Well we found this place on the coast, ‘s called "Dar… Darlic… somethin’, somethin’". Nah, that’s not how the natives pronounce it, ‘scuse me for not bein’ Norwegian.
That’s not the point. Point is: it means "Bad Wolf Bay" in English. So, it sounds pretty likely somethin’ll happen -
It’s a Rose thing. I told you about the playground, din’t I?
- Yeah, the graffiti.
- Yeah, an’ the truck. Don’t you laugh, ‘s better than a blue van!
I’m not knockin’ the van! Just sayin’ the truck was more impressive.
You bin to see Gran?
Did she? Again?
It’s ‘cos she reckons you’re too skinny.
My Gran thinks everyone’s too skinny.
Ha! I should be so lucky - Jackie thinks just ‘cos she’s eatin’ for two everyone else should be ‘n all.
Nah, she’s stopped, thank God. Pregnant woman chuckin’ up in the back of a jeep - I’d rather face the Cybermen.
Heh, I’ve always thought Jackie was scarier than the Cybermen. You should see ‘er wiv one of those face packs on, an’ just a towel!
She answered the door like that one day, nearly jumped out’ve me skin!
I put up wiv her ‘cos she makes a better cup o’ tea than a Cyberman.
Yeah? I’d probably better go too. I’ll phone you tomorrow.
Yeah, I love you too.
‘Night, Jake.
* click *
Fandom: Doctor Who (10th Doctor)
Rating: Errr… PG? That’s twice in as many fics! Have i lost my touch?
Category: Phone Call-y
Sub Category: Cuddly
Main Characters: Mickey
Chap/1shot: Possibly part of my "Mickey Smith Saves the World (No, the Other World)" series. If i ever get round to finishing that series.
Pages: 2
Spoilers: Yup, for Season 2, especially AoG and Doomsday. Well, it is a Post-Season fic.
Summary: Mickey phones home whilst travelling with HearingVoices!Rose. Pure post-ep indulgence, kinda like a PWP without the porn.
Disclaimer: Hey, they’re in an AU and RTD isn’t looking *steals*. But they’re still not mine.
Author notes: So, do i win a prize for the first post-season fic? (if this is actually the first post-season fic)
Conversation Recorded From a Payphone, Somewhere in Norway.
Hey, babe. It’s me.
Yeah, I’m fine. We’re all fine.
Where are we? Y’know, I ain’t got a clue: Norway somewhere.
Yeah, I know I should know - but I’m not drivin’, am I? So, how’s my planet doin’?
Yeah? Good. Torchwood doin’ as their told?
Good to hear. Is Raj still -
Yeah, I know he moans, he don’t like it when he’s got nothin’ to do. Get ‘em to switch, put him on that assignment with Saxon, the one with the -
Yeah, that’s the one.
The President still havin’ a go at us?
Yeah, she would say that, pushy little b-
If anyone needs some time off, it’s Pete Tyler.
Huh? *laughs* Nah, Mickey Smith: Defender of the Earth, doesn’t get days off.
This? Lookin’ after Rose is a job.
You don’t get into as much trouble! Don’t moan as much neither.
I didn’t mean it like that! You’re -
Alright, alright! Anyway, I’ve got some good news.
Nah, she’s fine: she’s doin’ it just to spite you. And stop referrin’ to her as "the competition". There ain’t no competition, it’s always R-
*laughs* I meant you! I meant you, always. You’re better in bed than she is, anyway.
No, I mean it.
Heh, really? I’d rather have white.
I’ve always preferred white chocolate. It’d go better with the squirty cream.
*sigh* Yeah, you can ‘ave sprinkles.
Good news? Oh yeah. Well we found this place on the coast, ‘s called "Dar… Darlic… somethin’, somethin’". Nah, that’s not how the natives pronounce it, ‘scuse me for not bein’ Norwegian.
That’s not the point. Point is: it means "Bad Wolf Bay" in English. So, it sounds pretty likely somethin’ll happen -
It’s a Rose thing. I told you about the playground, din’t I?
- Yeah, the graffiti.
- Yeah, an’ the truck. Don’t you laugh, ‘s better than a blue van!
I’m not knockin’ the van! Just sayin’ the truck was more impressive.
You bin to see Gran?
Did she? Again?
It’s ‘cos she reckons you’re too skinny.
My Gran thinks everyone’s too skinny.
Ha! I should be so lucky - Jackie thinks just ‘cos she’s eatin’ for two everyone else should be ‘n all.
Nah, she’s stopped, thank God. Pregnant woman chuckin’ up in the back of a jeep - I’d rather face the Cybermen.
Heh, I’ve always thought Jackie was scarier than the Cybermen. You should see ‘er wiv one of those face packs on, an’ just a towel!
She answered the door like that one day, nearly jumped out’ve me skin!
I put up wiv her ‘cos she makes a better cup o’ tea than a Cyberman.
Yeah? I’d probably better go too. I’ll phone you tomorrow.
Yeah, I love you too.
‘Night, Jake.
* click *