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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And the nod to Marathon; subtle and fitting for this week.
Thank you so much for this wonderful fill!
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Thank you for the prompt. This was fun. I can't remember the last time I wrote something this short.
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The usually gentle man had turned on her, snarling and fierce and it had taken Anya snapping back at him to stop him truly hurting Liz's feelings, the Brig, for his part, seemed almost amused.
Anya had allowed Liz her choice, as much as she wanted to say 'Don't leave me' she had never been able to let herself be seen as needy. Liz had accepted the flight and Anya had watched her go, turning her back on the TARDIS to return to work, unaware of the fact the TARDIS had never moved until familiarly gentle arms wrapped around her waist, a small sob breaking her concentration.
Anya had turned, taken in Liz's face and smiled softly, sadly.
"I thought you wanted to fly?"
"Not without you."
Anya smiles, relieved.
"Then set your mind to it Liz, go back in there and make him see you need me with you."
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Beautifully done!
*HUGS*
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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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