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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“So where are we going, Professor?” She tries to contain her excitement, but it’s impossible. It’s all she can do not to bounce about like a puppy dog.
He looks up from the controls studding the great six-sided console, does a Laurel and Hardy double-take: “What did I just say about rrrule number two?”
“Yeah, sorry, Professor,” she says, with an insolent smile, dumping her rucksack and rushing to his side, to see what he’s up to. “So where are we…?”
“Oh, you know…” He recklessly slams a lever back on the nearest panel, adjusts the large red plastic knob beside it with safecracker precision. “Here and there, near and far.” His fingers dance over a selection of buttons and switches. As he hits the last one, he’s not even looking because he’s too busy smiling conspiratorially at her: “There and…back again ( ... )
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