Getting to Fly (1/1)
Title - Getting to Fly (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten, Rose, OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - The Doctor hates to let her down.
Author's Notes - An anonymous reader asked for when the Doctor and Fortuna find a planet where she can fly in response to this meme. The original drabble can be found here.
Thank you, as usual, tojlrpuckfor the beta. She is fantastically lovely.
The gorgeous icon was created byswankkatfor me, commissioned byjlrpuckfor my birthday.
I know I owe all of you another chapter of Collegefic, but the week got away from me. I'll try to post for you twice over the long weekend.
They often traveled now with the TARDIS on random, content to drift from adventure to adventure aimlessly. But the Doctor was very specific about the destination for this particular trip. He’d done a lot of research into it.
He needed a place where flying for creatures without wings was very safe, very routine, because putting Fortuna in danger would never do. And it wasn’t good enough that airplanes were very safe. No, no. He didn’t want Fortuna to fly in a machine, separated from the experience by layers of metal and scientific equipment. He wanted Fortuna to fly, wanted to give her wings. He dismissed the idea of skydiving, however. There was not enough control in skydiving. He wanted Fortuna to be able to direct where she was going, to do somersaults and curlicues and spins and twists and twirls. So, it took some doing, but he found the proper planet, and the TARDIS landed them smack dab in the perfect timeframe. The TARDIS must have known the trip was a gift to Fortuna.
The Doctor went in search of the rest of his family. Rose was French braiding Fortuna’s hair in the library, while they watched some doubtlessly terrible movie together. Athena, hair already in a long French braid down her back, was sprawled on her stomach on the floor, enthralled by the movie. Brem was reading a book but looked up as soon as his father walked in.
“Where’ve we landed?” he demanded, eagerly.
“A surprise,” the Doctor announced, grandly. “Come see.”
“Just a second,” Rose said, finishing up the braid and finishing it with a small flourish. “There you are, luv,” she told Fortuna, pleased.
Fortuna stood up and followed her brother and sister out of the room. The Doctor waited for her, sticking close to her, because he wanted to see her reaction.
The planet had a distinctive aquamarine sky, and that sky was speckled with dots. Dots that moved, that got larger as they got closer-
And Fortuna suddenly exclaimed, “But are they people?” as they all squinted into the brightness of the sky.
The Doctor beamed, pleased with himself. “Yup,” he said, popping the “p.”
“They’re flying!” Fortuna exclaimed again, and then suddenly clapped her hands and turned to her father. “They’re flying! Can we fly, too?”
He grinned down at her and nodded.
“Wait a second,” interjected Rose, even as Brem and Athena began their own excited exclamations over this plan. “How are they flying?”
“Oh, Rose.” The Doctor made a face. “It’s a machine called a spatial-hyper-hydro-electro-propeller-”
“It’s a jet pack,” said Brem.
The Doctor looked at him. “Yes. I suppose. A jet pack.”
Rose, shading her eyes, was peering into the sky. “Are they safe?” she inquired.
“Rose!” The Doctor was offended. “As if I would ever suggest the kids do something dangerous!”
Rose gave him a dry look. “Your definition of ‘dangerous’ is very different from the usual definition of ‘dangerous.’”
The Doctor scowled. “It’s very safe. Never had a fatality. Wellllll, they had a couple of fatalities but if you insist on putting your legs into the spatial-hyper-hydro-electro-propellor pipes, you’re going to get hurt, aren’t you?”
Rose looked back at the sky. “I don’t know,” she said, skeptically. “You’re sure about this?”
“Mum!” Fortuna complained. “I’ve wanted to go flying for ages!”
“She has,” the Doctor confirmed. “She asked me about it. This is the best and safest place in all of time and space to use a spatial-hyper-hydro-electro-propeller-”
“Dad. Really. It’s a jet pack,” sighed Brem.
“I guess,” said Rose, dubiously, “we can go look into it.”
The Doctor was as delighted as the children. “This way!” He went bouncing off, looking like the Pied Piper with his children following after him.
Rose followed the knot of her family, coming up to a small, low, squat building where several jet packs were lined up outside. Brem had his sonic out and was studying one of them. Athena was helping to size one to Fortuna. The Doctor was talking to the man who was clearly the proprietor of the shop.
“Please be careful with those,” Rose told her children.
“It’s perfectly safe,” the proprietor told her.
“You don’t know my children,” Rose muttered.
“Haven’t you ever used one before?” the proprietor went on.
Rose shook her head.
“We’re, er, visiting,” said the Doctor. “And we won’t be here long. So I don’t want to buy any, just rent a few. Is that possible?”
The proprietor looked doubtful. “It’s an odd request, I don’t really-”
“My daughter has her heart set on it,” said the Doctor. “Please?”
Rose looked at Fortuna, who was now strapped into her jet pack and whose face was glowing with enthusiastic excitement as she helped Athena with hers. Rose turned back to the proprietor, who was hemming and hawing. “We’d pay, of course,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “Isn’t there anything you can do?”
She felt the Doctor glance at her, then look at the proprietor expectantly.
The proprietor gazed at Rose for a second, then said, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for just a little while… Let me go get the keys so I can fire a few up for you.” He disappeared inside the building.
Rose turned to the Doctor and grinned. “Never fails.”
“Don’t I know it,” he replied. “What did I do without you to flirt with people for me?”
“You flirted with them yourself,” she reminded him.
He considered, tugging on his earlobe. “True. Wellllll, I’ve usually been pretty irresistible.”
“You’re sure this is safe, right?”
“Perfectly.” His eyes turned suddenly serious. “I really wouldn’t put the kids in danger.”
“I know.” She looked at the jet packs. “Flying, huh?” She looked back at him. “Sounds like fun.”
********
“Daddy,” said Fortuna, trailing into the library in pajamas, her blonde hair still damp from her shower.
He looked up from the calculations he was scribbling. “All clean now?” he asked. Flying had been a dusty affair. Much dustier than the Doctor had supposed. His brown suit was being cleaned presently, which meant he was in the blue one Rose was less fond of.
“Yes.” Fortuna stood for a second in front of him, hesitating, then curled next to him in the chair. He shifted to make room for her, and she nestled contentedly against him. Her consciousness snuggled against his, and he kissed the top of her head.
“Did you like flying?” he asked.
“Daddy, I loved it.” She lifted her head so she could look at him. “I loved it so much. It was just like I thought it would be. It was all windy and clear and quiet up there, and you could see everything, and I did six somersaults, did you see?”
“I saw some,” he said, smiling, “but I didn’t know it was six.”
“That was more than even Brem,” she informed him, proudly.
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. Everyone knows you’re the adventurer in the family.”
Fortuna smiled happily. “I told Brem he had to write all about it in his journal. Do you think he tells the truth in that journal?”
“I suspect not. You and I will have to write our own memoirs and expose him.”
Fortuna giggled at that. “Flying was lovely. Thank you so much.”
“You are very welcome.” He put aside his calculations. “How about cocoa?” he suggested.
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten, Rose, OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - The Doctor hates to let her down.
Author's Notes - An anonymous reader asked for when the Doctor and Fortuna find a planet where she can fly in response to this meme. The original drabble can be found here.
Thank you, as usual, tojlrpuckfor the beta. She is fantastically lovely.
The gorgeous icon was created byswankkatfor me, commissioned byjlrpuckfor my birthday.
I know I owe all of you another chapter of Collegefic, but the week got away from me. I'll try to post for you twice over the long weekend.
They often traveled now with the TARDIS on random, content to drift from adventure to adventure aimlessly. But the Doctor was very specific about the destination for this particular trip. He’d done a lot of research into it.
He needed a place where flying for creatures without wings was very safe, very routine, because putting Fortuna in danger would never do. And it wasn’t good enough that airplanes were very safe. No, no. He didn’t want Fortuna to fly in a machine, separated from the experience by layers of metal and scientific equipment. He wanted Fortuna to fly, wanted to give her wings. He dismissed the idea of skydiving, however. There was not enough control in skydiving. He wanted Fortuna to be able to direct where she was going, to do somersaults and curlicues and spins and twists and twirls. So, it took some doing, but he found the proper planet, and the TARDIS landed them smack dab in the perfect timeframe. The TARDIS must have known the trip was a gift to Fortuna.
The Doctor went in search of the rest of his family. Rose was French braiding Fortuna’s hair in the library, while they watched some doubtlessly terrible movie together. Athena, hair already in a long French braid down her back, was sprawled on her stomach on the floor, enthralled by the movie. Brem was reading a book but looked up as soon as his father walked in.
“Where’ve we landed?” he demanded, eagerly.
“A surprise,” the Doctor announced, grandly. “Come see.”
“Just a second,” Rose said, finishing up the braid and finishing it with a small flourish. “There you are, luv,” she told Fortuna, pleased.
Fortuna stood up and followed her brother and sister out of the room. The Doctor waited for her, sticking close to her, because he wanted to see her reaction.
The planet had a distinctive aquamarine sky, and that sky was speckled with dots. Dots that moved, that got larger as they got closer-
And Fortuna suddenly exclaimed, “But are they people?” as they all squinted into the brightness of the sky.
The Doctor beamed, pleased with himself. “Yup,” he said, popping the “p.”
“They’re flying!” Fortuna exclaimed again, and then suddenly clapped her hands and turned to her father. “They’re flying! Can we fly, too?”
He grinned down at her and nodded.
“Wait a second,” interjected Rose, even as Brem and Athena began their own excited exclamations over this plan. “How are they flying?”
“Oh, Rose.” The Doctor made a face. “It’s a machine called a spatial-hyper-hydro-electro-propeller-”
“It’s a jet pack,” said Brem.
The Doctor looked at him. “Yes. I suppose. A jet pack.”
Rose, shading her eyes, was peering into the sky. “Are they safe?” she inquired.
“Rose!” The Doctor was offended. “As if I would ever suggest the kids do something dangerous!”
Rose gave him a dry look. “Your definition of ‘dangerous’ is very different from the usual definition of ‘dangerous.’”
The Doctor scowled. “It’s very safe. Never had a fatality. Wellllll, they had a couple of fatalities but if you insist on putting your legs into the spatial-hyper-hydro-electro-propellor pipes, you’re going to get hurt, aren’t you?”
Rose looked back at the sky. “I don’t know,” she said, skeptically. “You’re sure about this?”
“Mum!” Fortuna complained. “I’ve wanted to go flying for ages!”
“She has,” the Doctor confirmed. “She asked me about it. This is the best and safest place in all of time and space to use a spatial-hyper-hydro-electro-propeller-”
“Dad. Really. It’s a jet pack,” sighed Brem.
“I guess,” said Rose, dubiously, “we can go look into it.”
The Doctor was as delighted as the children. “This way!” He went bouncing off, looking like the Pied Piper with his children following after him.
Rose followed the knot of her family, coming up to a small, low, squat building where several jet packs were lined up outside. Brem had his sonic out and was studying one of them. Athena was helping to size one to Fortuna. The Doctor was talking to the man who was clearly the proprietor of the shop.
“Please be careful with those,” Rose told her children.
“It’s perfectly safe,” the proprietor told her.
“You don’t know my children,” Rose muttered.
“Haven’t you ever used one before?” the proprietor went on.
Rose shook her head.
“We’re, er, visiting,” said the Doctor. “And we won’t be here long. So I don’t want to buy any, just rent a few. Is that possible?”
The proprietor looked doubtful. “It’s an odd request, I don’t really-”
“My daughter has her heart set on it,” said the Doctor. “Please?”
Rose looked at Fortuna, who was now strapped into her jet pack and whose face was glowing with enthusiastic excitement as she helped Athena with hers. Rose turned back to the proprietor, who was hemming and hawing. “We’d pay, of course,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “Isn’t there anything you can do?”
She felt the Doctor glance at her, then look at the proprietor expectantly.
The proprietor gazed at Rose for a second, then said, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for just a little while… Let me go get the keys so I can fire a few up for you.” He disappeared inside the building.
Rose turned to the Doctor and grinned. “Never fails.”
“Don’t I know it,” he replied. “What did I do without you to flirt with people for me?”
“You flirted with them yourself,” she reminded him.
He considered, tugging on his earlobe. “True. Wellllll, I’ve usually been pretty irresistible.”
“You’re sure this is safe, right?”
“Perfectly.” His eyes turned suddenly serious. “I really wouldn’t put the kids in danger.”
“I know.” She looked at the jet packs. “Flying, huh?” She looked back at him. “Sounds like fun.”
********
“Daddy,” said Fortuna, trailing into the library in pajamas, her blonde hair still damp from her shower.
He looked up from the calculations he was scribbling. “All clean now?” he asked. Flying had been a dusty affair. Much dustier than the Doctor had supposed. His brown suit was being cleaned presently, which meant he was in the blue one Rose was less fond of.
“Yes.” Fortuna stood for a second in front of him, hesitating, then curled next to him in the chair. He shifted to make room for her, and she nestled contentedly against him. Her consciousness snuggled against his, and he kissed the top of her head.
“Did you like flying?” he asked.
“Daddy, I loved it.” She lifted her head so she could look at him. “I loved it so much. It was just like I thought it would be. It was all windy and clear and quiet up there, and you could see everything, and I did six somersaults, did you see?”
“I saw some,” he said, smiling, “but I didn’t know it was six.”
“That was more than even Brem,” she informed him, proudly.
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. Everyone knows you’re the adventurer in the family.”
Fortuna smiled happily. “I told Brem he had to write all about it in his journal. Do you think he tells the truth in that journal?”
“I suspect not. You and I will have to write our own memoirs and expose him.”
Fortuna giggled at that. “Flying was lovely. Thank you so much.”
“You are very welcome.” He put aside his calculations. “How about cocoa?” he suggested.