[Doctor Who] moments (in time) [1-3] - 828 words
Title: missing, flying object
Rating: G
Summary: the TARDIS goes missing (3rd Doctor & Jo Grant)
"Well, this is a bit typical," Jo said. Without looking, the Doctor knew that her hands were on her hips. "You could say very typical, even," she continued. "You might even say that this seems to happen every time we leave the TARDIS for a bit of a look around the nice, peaceful planet of plants, or whatever, she goes missing!"
"My dear Jo," the Doctor said, carefully adjusting his lace cuffs, "you will find that the Phinlorines have a lot more natural curiosity than your Earth military types, not that that is particularly difficult. I'm sure we will find her in one of their labs. Which are this way, I believe," he held out his arm with his most charming smile.
Jo looped her arm in his with a sigh, "I suppose, still, it would be nice to know exactly where we're going to have to run to when we have to make a dash for our lives." The Doctor just snorted in reply but he had to admit, several hours later, as they 'hoofed it' down one of the echo filled corridors with troops of plague ridden Phinlorines pounding after them that, occasionally, it would be quite a nice change to know where the TARDIS was stashed.
Title: local flora
Rating: G
Summary: Tegan is starting to have issues with snakes (5th Doctor & Adric & Nyssa & Tegan)
"You said it would be safe to eat," Tegan hisses. It's a literal hiss. Her tongue, constantly flickering over her lips, is now long and thin and dark and, yes, clearly split at the tip. She's perfectly still apart from her mouth. Nyssa can't help thinking that she's poised to strike. The Doctor, she suspects, senses the same coiled anger in their friend. He appears to be inching ever-so-slightly to the side and his hand is clamped firmly around Adric's, well the only word for it is, muzzle.
"Ah, well, it is safe." Tegan growls deep in her throat, the sound is slightly louder than, though just as intimidating as, normal. The Doctor gives Tegan a wary look as he quickly goes on, "that is, not poisonous, the residents of this planet find the effects to be a very interesting learning experience."
"Learning. Experience," Tegan says quietly. Nyssa is grateful she's standing far to the side. Adric stops looking like he wants to say something and starts backing away from the Doctor.
"A temporary learning experience," the Doctor says, trying to smile reassuringly. "Just a little walk in a different skin. They're actually quite surprised at the effect it's had on you two. I suppose Adric's Alzarian adaptability made him particularly susceptible and, of course, your recent experiences..." Tegan lunges, hissing loudly, and falls back only after she's hit against the glass several times. Her eyes are snake slits, practically glowing in anger, and Nyssa hopes that the Doctor's estimation for how long it will take for the meat to leave her system is correct. Privately, between Tegan's unsettled mind and the fact that Adric presently looks like an odd combination of lizard and Earth dog, she's very glad she decided to skip dinner.
Title: close to home
Rating: G
Summary: the thing is, a new appreciation for every day life only lasts for so long (Donna)
Donna is halfway around the world from home. Or, at least, it feels like she'st raveled long enough to have gone that far what with the waiting around for your transportation and all those buses, when they arrive, are just so uncomfortable and noisy (honestly, Donna likes children but how are you supposed to have a meaningful moment with history or whatever when some kid is screaming in your ear, answer that one Mister Oh-So-Smart-Tour-Guide). Plus, she has words for those hotel rooms, especially considering how much this whole thing cost. And don't think she didn't notice I'm-A-Surgeon staring at her chest when she got that new shirt with all those patterns on it that disguise how low cut it is until you put it on, he'll be feeling the flat of her hand if he tries that one on again.
These aren't the main problems, though. Donna is halfway round the world from home (possibly, she was never the best at geography) an it doesn't really mean anything. She lives in London; it isn't exactly shocking to see all sorts of people speaking all sorts of languages. Even not understanding doesn't mean she doesn't know what people are saying. Families are shouting at one another, idiot teenagers are bragging, kids are playing games, humanity just goes on, in foreign and with unacceptable plumbing.
It's not that Donna enjoyed almost being sacrificed to an alien that looked like a giant spider by her fiance who was actually evil, but it was something different. She was kidnapped from her wedding party. She was terrified. She was angry. She was really angry. She met an over dramatic alien with relationship problems. Nothing in her life should have ever been the same. Which is silly, really, because she was the one who said no, who went back to what regular life should be. Still, Donna figures, when she gets back home she won't unpack her luggage too quickly.
Rating: G
Summary: the TARDIS goes missing (3rd Doctor & Jo Grant)
"Well, this is a bit typical," Jo said. Without looking, the Doctor knew that her hands were on her hips. "You could say very typical, even," she continued. "You might even say that this seems to happen every time we leave the TARDIS for a bit of a look around the nice, peaceful planet of plants, or whatever, she goes missing!"
"My dear Jo," the Doctor said, carefully adjusting his lace cuffs, "you will find that the Phinlorines have a lot more natural curiosity than your Earth military types, not that that is particularly difficult. I'm sure we will find her in one of their labs. Which are this way, I believe," he held out his arm with his most charming smile.
Jo looped her arm in his with a sigh, "I suppose, still, it would be nice to know exactly where we're going to have to run to when we have to make a dash for our lives." The Doctor just snorted in reply but he had to admit, several hours later, as they 'hoofed it' down one of the echo filled corridors with troops of plague ridden Phinlorines pounding after them that, occasionally, it would be quite a nice change to know where the TARDIS was stashed.
Title: local flora
Rating: G
Summary: Tegan is starting to have issues with snakes (5th Doctor & Adric & Nyssa & Tegan)
"You said it would be safe to eat," Tegan hisses. It's a literal hiss. Her tongue, constantly flickering over her lips, is now long and thin and dark and, yes, clearly split at the tip. She's perfectly still apart from her mouth. Nyssa can't help thinking that she's poised to strike. The Doctor, she suspects, senses the same coiled anger in their friend. He appears to be inching ever-so-slightly to the side and his hand is clamped firmly around Adric's, well the only word for it is, muzzle.
"Ah, well, it is safe." Tegan growls deep in her throat, the sound is slightly louder than, though just as intimidating as, normal. The Doctor gives Tegan a wary look as he quickly goes on, "that is, not poisonous, the residents of this planet find the effects to be a very interesting learning experience."
"Learning. Experience," Tegan says quietly. Nyssa is grateful she's standing far to the side. Adric stops looking like he wants to say something and starts backing away from the Doctor.
"A temporary learning experience," the Doctor says, trying to smile reassuringly. "Just a little walk in a different skin. They're actually quite surprised at the effect it's had on you two. I suppose Adric's Alzarian adaptability made him particularly susceptible and, of course, your recent experiences..." Tegan lunges, hissing loudly, and falls back only after she's hit against the glass several times. Her eyes are snake slits, practically glowing in anger, and Nyssa hopes that the Doctor's estimation for how long it will take for the meat to leave her system is correct. Privately, between Tegan's unsettled mind and the fact that Adric presently looks like an odd combination of lizard and Earth dog, she's very glad she decided to skip dinner.
Title: close to home
Rating: G
Summary: the thing is, a new appreciation for every day life only lasts for so long (Donna)
Donna is halfway around the world from home. Or, at least, it feels like she'st raveled long enough to have gone that far what with the waiting around for your transportation and all those buses, when they arrive, are just so uncomfortable and noisy (honestly, Donna likes children but how are you supposed to have a meaningful moment with history or whatever when some kid is screaming in your ear, answer that one Mister Oh-So-Smart-Tour-Guide). Plus, she has words for those hotel rooms, especially considering how much this whole thing cost. And don't think she didn't notice I'm-A-Surgeon staring at her chest when she got that new shirt with all those patterns on it that disguise how low cut it is until you put it on, he'll be feeling the flat of her hand if he tries that one on again.
These aren't the main problems, though. Donna is halfway round the world from home (possibly, she was never the best at geography) an it doesn't really mean anything. She lives in London; it isn't exactly shocking to see all sorts of people speaking all sorts of languages. Even not understanding doesn't mean she doesn't know what people are saying. Families are shouting at one another, idiot teenagers are bragging, kids are playing games, humanity just goes on, in foreign and with unacceptable plumbing.
It's not that Donna enjoyed almost being sacrificed to an alien that looked like a giant spider by her fiance who was actually evil, but it was something different. She was kidnapped from her wedding party. She was terrified. She was angry. She was really angry. She met an over dramatic alien with relationship problems. Nothing in her life should have ever been the same. Which is silly, really, because she was the one who said no, who went back to what regular life should be. Still, Donna figures, when she gets back home she won't unpack her luggage too quickly.