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Wow. Haven't updated in yonks. Oh well. Anyway, here are a whole heap of Doctor Who related drabbles. All cross-posted at dw100. But hey. What the hell. All are numbered rather than titled. But the numbers have nothing to do with the Doctor involved. ^.^ Confusing, isn't it? XD
One - Doctor/Master
Rating: G
Pairing: Unspecified Doctor/Master
A/N: Doctor's POV
Somehow he expected him to be seductive. He remembered him being seductive. Remembered him sly, rememebered him beautiful. Perhaps it was easier to remember him that way.
Somehow he never expected him to be tired, or needy, or so easy to hold. He never expected a kiss to taste that good.
And the next day when he'd gone, he told himself he'd expected it wouldn't last.
Two - Doctor/Harry
Rating: G
Pairing: Implied Harry/Doctor
A/N: Harry Sullivan is quite obtuse. And the Fourth Doctor likes to take advantage of that. ^.^
"Want a jelly baby, Harry?" The Doctor's maniacally grinning face forced itself into Harry's view, the beaked nose millimetres from his own.
"Er ... no thanks, Doctor," Harry answered nervously.
The Doctor nodded solemnly. "Quite right Harry. They rot the teeth, you know."
Transfixed by the glinting, knowing eyes, there was nothing Harry could do but nod along in time.
Then the Doctor broke it off and leaned, if possible, even closer, an odd look in his eyes. Harry became suddenly aware of the locked TARDIS door at his back. "Do you know why I always offer people jelly babies, Harry?" he whispered. His breath was tickling Harry's lips.
A thousand possible answers flashed to Harry's mind. Because they're a good distraction, was the first. Because no-one worries about a harmless old crank with a bag full of sweets, followed closely behind. Because they somehow make you even more persuasive, threatening and knowledgeable than otherwise, was another good one. Then one he didn't really want to examine.
Because they get you what you want.
The Doctor continued to stare expectantly and Harry had difficulty clearing his head to say anything at all. But eventually he gulped and took the path of least resistance.
"Er ... because they taste nice?" he hazarded.
The Doctor stared at him for a few seconds as though thunderstruck. Then his face split into a broad grin and he shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. "Exactly!" he cried. "Well done, Harry! Well done!" And he patted his cheek, leaped into the air and bounded away with a flash of his coloured scarf.
Three - Doctor, Susan
Rating: G
Pairing: None
A/N: Mild angst, self-reflection. First Doctor.
“Grandfather,” she scolds him, and he looks at her innocently.
She’s come to accept the use of the title he manipulated her into, knowing it represents a bond she no longer wants to be free of. Conversely, he is increasingly saddened by the word, and by her blithe employment of it.
He wonders where his sentimentalism is coming from, wonders why he cannot help but kiss her forehead goodnight and worry about her as she disappears each day to school. He wonders how the rigid scientist gained a spark of humanity.
Wonders why he ever came to this planet Earth.
Four - Doctor, Jo
Rating: G
Pairing: None
A/N: A sad attempt at humour.
“Yo, Doc. Wassup?”
The Doctor put down the dematerialization circuit and stared at Jo, eyebrow raised. “Wassup?”
“What’s eatin’ ya, dog?”
“What? There aren’t any dogs in here, Jo.”
“I’m down wid dat, man.”
“Now now, there’s no call to go insulting me like that.” He hesitated, then placed his hands on either side of her neck.
“Hm. No temperature. How do you feel?”
“I’m fully sic, mate.”
“Jo, what’s wrong?”
She giggled, her natural accent returning for a moment. “Nothing at all, Doctor.”
Coming to a conclusion, the Doctor announced firmly. “Right. You are never watching multi-dimensional television again.”
And th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all folks! XD
One - Doctor/Master
Rating: G
Pairing: Unspecified Doctor/Master
A/N: Doctor's POV
Somehow he expected him to be seductive. He remembered him being seductive. Remembered him sly, rememebered him beautiful. Perhaps it was easier to remember him that way.
Somehow he never expected him to be tired, or needy, or so easy to hold. He never expected a kiss to taste that good.
And the next day when he'd gone, he told himself he'd expected it wouldn't last.
Two - Doctor/Harry
Rating: G
Pairing: Implied Harry/Doctor
A/N: Harry Sullivan is quite obtuse. And the Fourth Doctor likes to take advantage of that. ^.^
"Want a jelly baby, Harry?" The Doctor's maniacally grinning face forced itself into Harry's view, the beaked nose millimetres from his own.
"Er ... no thanks, Doctor," Harry answered nervously.
The Doctor nodded solemnly. "Quite right Harry. They rot the teeth, you know."
Transfixed by the glinting, knowing eyes, there was nothing Harry could do but nod along in time.
Then the Doctor broke it off and leaned, if possible, even closer, an odd look in his eyes. Harry became suddenly aware of the locked TARDIS door at his back. "Do you know why I always offer people jelly babies, Harry?" he whispered. His breath was tickling Harry's lips.
A thousand possible answers flashed to Harry's mind. Because they're a good distraction, was the first. Because no-one worries about a harmless old crank with a bag full of sweets, followed closely behind. Because they somehow make you even more persuasive, threatening and knowledgeable than otherwise, was another good one. Then one he didn't really want to examine.
Because they get you what you want.
The Doctor continued to stare expectantly and Harry had difficulty clearing his head to say anything at all. But eventually he gulped and took the path of least resistance.
"Er ... because they taste nice?" he hazarded.
The Doctor stared at him for a few seconds as though thunderstruck. Then his face split into a broad grin and he shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. "Exactly!" he cried. "Well done, Harry! Well done!" And he patted his cheek, leaped into the air and bounded away with a flash of his coloured scarf.
Three - Doctor, Susan
Rating: G
Pairing: None
A/N: Mild angst, self-reflection. First Doctor.
“Grandfather,” she scolds him, and he looks at her innocently.
She’s come to accept the use of the title he manipulated her into, knowing it represents a bond she no longer wants to be free of. Conversely, he is increasingly saddened by the word, and by her blithe employment of it.
He wonders where his sentimentalism is coming from, wonders why he cannot help but kiss her forehead goodnight and worry about her as she disappears each day to school. He wonders how the rigid scientist gained a spark of humanity.
Wonders why he ever came to this planet Earth.
Four - Doctor, Jo
Rating: G
Pairing: None
A/N: A sad attempt at humour.
“Yo, Doc. Wassup?”
The Doctor put down the dematerialization circuit and stared at Jo, eyebrow raised. “Wassup?”
“What’s eatin’ ya, dog?”
“What? There aren’t any dogs in here, Jo.”
“I’m down wid dat, man.”
“Now now, there’s no call to go insulting me like that.” He hesitated, then placed his hands on either side of her neck.
“Hm. No temperature. How do you feel?”
“I’m fully sic, mate.”
“Jo, what’s wrong?”
She giggled, her natural accent returning for a moment. “Nothing at all, Doctor.”
Coming to a conclusion, the Doctor announced firmly. “Right. You are never watching multi-dimensional television again.”
And th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all folks! XD