Flirting (1/1)
Title - Flirting (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Rose, Ten, 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 copes with daughters getting older.
Author's Notes - In response to this meme, xphoenixrising requested a fic involving Athena and a boy with a motorcycle on New Earth.
I'm posting so quickly because I'm trying to get through all the timestamp memes. I think the only one left now is azriona , which is written but stuck on my other computer that Best Buy is stupidly not allowing me to get access to. I'll post it as soon as I can. Also, I thought you guys might appreciate a bit of fluff after slogging through that last one.
Thank you tojlrpuck for managing to focus on beta-ing when she's leaving for Scotland in, like, two days. (Don't ask me, I have no idea how she managed to do it.) Thanks also to Kristin for the read-through.
The gorgeous icon was created byswankkatfor me, commissioned byjlrpuckfor my birthday.
The Doctor had traveled with many companions over the years. He’d traveled with some who had been brilliant and some who had been rubbish, some who had been amusing and some who had driven him spare, some who hadn’t gotten the point and some who’d never wanted to leave, some who’d lacked a sense of adventure and some who had been a bit too jeopardy-friendly (although Rose won the gold medal on that one).
But he had never traveled with daughters.
Well, not really. There had been Susan, who had been a granddaughter, but it had been different then. He had been different then. He had loved Susan, he’d loved her dearly, but he had never found himself behaving the way he behaved when he traveled with Athena and Fortuna. He was cursed, he thought, with beautiful daughters. Fortuna was still young enough that he didn’t really have to worry about her yet, but Athena was a totally different story. Athena was gorgeous and a terrible flirt and he had his hands full trying to glare threateningly enough at every possible being who might be having inappropriate thoughts.
The whole thing was exhausting.
And he should have seen it coming, on New Earth. You turned your back on Athena for two seconds and she immediately found someone to flirt with. The most frightening person she could find. A New Earth human who was sitting on a SoloHover, helmet under his arm and a pair of ridiculous sunglasses on. Athena was leaned against the front of the SoloHover, curling a strand of hair around her finger and sending her mother’s teeth-tongue grin at the New Earth guy, which, the Doctor knew from personal experience, meant this guy didn’t stand a chance.
Frowning, he marched up to Athena. “And what are you doing?”
Athena frowned back at him. “I’m just-”
“Time to go.” The Doctor shifted the parts he’d just purchased to his other hand and cupped Athena’s elbow. “Here we go. Bye now.” He smiled tightly at the New Earth guy, who protested, “Hey! I didn’t even get your name!”
“Athena!” she called back, as she walked beside him toward the sidewalk café where the Doctor had left Rose and Fortuna.
“I thought you were going to have a cup of toffee with your mother.” The New Earthers had mistranslated the Old Earth drink, mixing it up with the Old Earth dessert.
Athena shrugged. “I decided to join you instead.”
“But you didn’t join me. You found the least appropriate person you could and you flirted with him.”
“It was completely innocent.”
“Uh-huh. I love that you children think I don’t know about flirting. I am an extremely adept flirter. I know all about flirting.”
“This conversation is, quite frankly, gross,” remarked Athena.
“I couldn’t agree more,” replied the Doctor, coming up to where Fortuna and Rose were dining al fresco. Fortuna had a moustache of foam on her upper lip that she was in the process of wiping off. “How’s the toffee?” he asked.
“It doesn’t taste anything like coffee,” Rose told him.
“It tastes like potato,” said Fortuna.
“Welllllllll, po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” said the Doctor.
“Did you get the parts?” Rose inquired.
“Yes. All set.”
“Good. You can sit and have a cup of…potato with us.”
“Actually,” said Fortuna, “I wanted to go the museum. We found a brochure.” Fortuna flourished it.
“Oh,” Rose decided. “Theenie can take you.”
“Oh, I don’t-” sputtered the Doctor.
“They’ll be fine. They’ve got their sonics if they run into trouble. And their mobiles. And you can stay here with me and have a cup of potato.”
“But-” began the Doctor, as Fortuna happily leapt up and joined Athena as they walked in the direction of the museum. He stared after them.
“Oh, calm down,” said Rose. “We landed bang on-time, they’ll be just down the street, and you’ll know immediately in your head if there’s anything wrong with them. And they’re more than old enough.”
“Which is precisely the problem,” grumbled the Doctor, reluctantly taking the seat opposite Rose.
Rose lifted her eyebrows. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Athena was flirting with some…SoloHover bloke.”
“What’s a SoloHover?”
“The New Earth equivalent of a motorcycle.” The Doctor took a sip of the toffee Fortuna had left behind. It did taste like potato.
Rose smiled. “Oh, motorcycles. Yes.”
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her. “What does that mean?”
“Well.” Rose sipped her own toffee, looking innocent. “Nothing. Just that…motorcycles are sexy.”
“Are they?”
“Yeah.”
The Doctor worried at his lower lip. “I’ve never driven a motorcycle.”
“It’s okay, you’ve got other sexy features.”
“Do I?”
“Yes. Mind you, if you wanted to drive a motorcycle someday, I wouldn’t argue with you.”
“What about the Vespa?”
Rose shook her head. “Doesn’t count.”
“Hmm.” For a moment, the Doctor was deep in thought. Then he shook himself out of it. “You’re distracting me,” he accused.
“I am?”
“From the issue.”
“Which is?”
“Theenie and the SoloHover bloke.”
“Doctor, she was flirting with him, it’s nothing.”
“It isn’t nothing. You’ve never flirted with you, so you don’t know how devastating you can be.”
“That sentence made almost no sense.”
“Athena is just like you. You’ve got that ridiculous smile and it makes men lose all brain function.”
Rose sent him of those ridiculous smiles. “Does it now?”
“Stop it. I’m serious.”
“You were all up in arms about the time you caught her flirting with the tentacled bloke, I would think that a SoloHover bloke would be a step up.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Who do you want her to flirt with?”
“I…” The Doctor considered seriously, then announced, primly, “No one.”
“That’s not going to work.”
“Why not? I’m going to lock her in her bedroom until…”
“Until what?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Until she’s 120 or so.”
“Athena’ll find a way out of her bedroom. She’s too clever by half. For that I blame you.”
“And I blame you for her SoloHover proclivities.”
“So be it. I’m not sure a SoloHover proclivity is worse than a time-traveling alien proclivity.”
The Doctor looked indignant. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
She smiled at him indulgently. “You adorable man.” She leaned over the table toward him. “The kids who still live with us are wandering around a museum. Do you know what that means?”
“They’re probably getting into trouble?” he guessed.
“You should take me somewhere and shag me.”
She watched understanding dawn in those brown eyes. “Oh. Yes. Right. Excellent. Have I time to get a SoloHover first?”
She answered, “No.”
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Rose, Ten, 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 copes with daughters getting older.
Author's Notes - In response to this meme, xphoenixrising requested a fic involving Athena and a boy with a motorcycle on New Earth.
I'm posting so quickly because I'm trying to get through all the timestamp memes. I think the only one left now is azriona , which is written but stuck on my other computer that Best Buy is stupidly not allowing me to get access to. I'll post it as soon as I can. Also, I thought you guys might appreciate a bit of fluff after slogging through that last one.
Thank you tojlrpuck for managing to focus on beta-ing when she's leaving for Scotland in, like, two days. (Don't ask me, I have no idea how she managed to do it.) Thanks also to Kristin for the read-through.
The gorgeous icon was created byswankkatfor me, commissioned byjlrpuckfor my birthday.
The Doctor had traveled with many companions over the years. He’d traveled with some who had been brilliant and some who had been rubbish, some who had been amusing and some who had driven him spare, some who hadn’t gotten the point and some who’d never wanted to leave, some who’d lacked a sense of adventure and some who had been a bit too jeopardy-friendly (although Rose won the gold medal on that one).
But he had never traveled with daughters.
Well, not really. There had been Susan, who had been a granddaughter, but it had been different then. He had been different then. He had loved Susan, he’d loved her dearly, but he had never found himself behaving the way he behaved when he traveled with Athena and Fortuna. He was cursed, he thought, with beautiful daughters. Fortuna was still young enough that he didn’t really have to worry about her yet, but Athena was a totally different story. Athena was gorgeous and a terrible flirt and he had his hands full trying to glare threateningly enough at every possible being who might be having inappropriate thoughts.
The whole thing was exhausting.
And he should have seen it coming, on New Earth. You turned your back on Athena for two seconds and she immediately found someone to flirt with. The most frightening person she could find. A New Earth human who was sitting on a SoloHover, helmet under his arm and a pair of ridiculous sunglasses on. Athena was leaned against the front of the SoloHover, curling a strand of hair around her finger and sending her mother’s teeth-tongue grin at the New Earth guy, which, the Doctor knew from personal experience, meant this guy didn’t stand a chance.
Frowning, he marched up to Athena. “And what are you doing?”
Athena frowned back at him. “I’m just-”
“Time to go.” The Doctor shifted the parts he’d just purchased to his other hand and cupped Athena’s elbow. “Here we go. Bye now.” He smiled tightly at the New Earth guy, who protested, “Hey! I didn’t even get your name!”
“Athena!” she called back, as she walked beside him toward the sidewalk café where the Doctor had left Rose and Fortuna.
“I thought you were going to have a cup of toffee with your mother.” The New Earthers had mistranslated the Old Earth drink, mixing it up with the Old Earth dessert.
Athena shrugged. “I decided to join you instead.”
“But you didn’t join me. You found the least appropriate person you could and you flirted with him.”
“It was completely innocent.”
“Uh-huh. I love that you children think I don’t know about flirting. I am an extremely adept flirter. I know all about flirting.”
“This conversation is, quite frankly, gross,” remarked Athena.
“I couldn’t agree more,” replied the Doctor, coming up to where Fortuna and Rose were dining al fresco. Fortuna had a moustache of foam on her upper lip that she was in the process of wiping off. “How’s the toffee?” he asked.
“It doesn’t taste anything like coffee,” Rose told him.
“It tastes like potato,” said Fortuna.
“Welllllllll, po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” said the Doctor.
“Did you get the parts?” Rose inquired.
“Yes. All set.”
“Good. You can sit and have a cup of…potato with us.”
“Actually,” said Fortuna, “I wanted to go the museum. We found a brochure.” Fortuna flourished it.
“Oh,” Rose decided. “Theenie can take you.”
“Oh, I don’t-” sputtered the Doctor.
“They’ll be fine. They’ve got their sonics if they run into trouble. And their mobiles. And you can stay here with me and have a cup of potato.”
“But-” began the Doctor, as Fortuna happily leapt up and joined Athena as they walked in the direction of the museum. He stared after them.
“Oh, calm down,” said Rose. “We landed bang on-time, they’ll be just down the street, and you’ll know immediately in your head if there’s anything wrong with them. And they’re more than old enough.”
“Which is precisely the problem,” grumbled the Doctor, reluctantly taking the seat opposite Rose.
Rose lifted her eyebrows. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Athena was flirting with some…SoloHover bloke.”
“What’s a SoloHover?”
“The New Earth equivalent of a motorcycle.” The Doctor took a sip of the toffee Fortuna had left behind. It did taste like potato.
Rose smiled. “Oh, motorcycles. Yes.”
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her. “What does that mean?”
“Well.” Rose sipped her own toffee, looking innocent. “Nothing. Just that…motorcycles are sexy.”
“Are they?”
“Yeah.”
The Doctor worried at his lower lip. “I’ve never driven a motorcycle.”
“It’s okay, you’ve got other sexy features.”
“Do I?”
“Yes. Mind you, if you wanted to drive a motorcycle someday, I wouldn’t argue with you.”
“What about the Vespa?”
Rose shook her head. “Doesn’t count.”
“Hmm.” For a moment, the Doctor was deep in thought. Then he shook himself out of it. “You’re distracting me,” he accused.
“I am?”
“From the issue.”
“Which is?”
“Theenie and the SoloHover bloke.”
“Doctor, she was flirting with him, it’s nothing.”
“It isn’t nothing. You’ve never flirted with you, so you don’t know how devastating you can be.”
“That sentence made almost no sense.”
“Athena is just like you. You’ve got that ridiculous smile and it makes men lose all brain function.”
Rose sent him of those ridiculous smiles. “Does it now?”
“Stop it. I’m serious.”
“You were all up in arms about the time you caught her flirting with the tentacled bloke, I would think that a SoloHover bloke would be a step up.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Who do you want her to flirt with?”
“I…” The Doctor considered seriously, then announced, primly, “No one.”
“That’s not going to work.”
“Why not? I’m going to lock her in her bedroom until…”
“Until what?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Until she’s 120 or so.”
“Athena’ll find a way out of her bedroom. She’s too clever by half. For that I blame you.”
“And I blame you for her SoloHover proclivities.”
“So be it. I’m not sure a SoloHover proclivity is worse than a time-traveling alien proclivity.”
The Doctor looked indignant. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
She smiled at him indulgently. “You adorable man.” She leaned over the table toward him. “The kids who still live with us are wandering around a museum. Do you know what that means?”
“They’re probably getting into trouble?” he guessed.
“You should take me somewhere and shag me.”
She watched understanding dawn in those brown eyes. “Oh. Yes. Right. Excellent. Have I time to get a SoloHover first?”
She answered, “No.”