Birthday Fic : A Very Merry
Title: A Very Merry
Genre: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Words: 395 for the Doctor's rambling
Notes: Written as a birthday present for marag. Set during Blink.
"Doctor?"
A tousled head appeared briefly in the bedroom doorway, and ducked back out as quickly. A moment later, apparently reassured that conditions were favorable, the doctor stepped into the main room of the small flat.
"Present and accounted for," he replied breezily. Long strides brought him to the other side of the small dining table where he began to look through the Tesco parcels with curiosity.
"Doctor," Martha continued firmly, holding his gaze as he looked up from the afternoon's shopping. "I know that time is mutable, wibbley wobbley and all that. But what if you're trying to commemorate a, you know, a fixed date."
"What, you mean like celebrating a different Christmas each night for a week?"
Martha shook her head. "Not exactly, more like if you've celebrated a birthday and the date comes 'round again six months later, then is it really your birthday?" She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Or if it's the day of your birthday, but you won't be born for another fifteen years, is it really your birthday at all?"
"Ahh." The Doctor shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly. "Well, mostly I sort of reckon those things by the Tardis' internal chronology, much more reliable than any old calendar, but seeing as we're sort of flying by the seat of our pants for the moment, old Gregory's all we've got. Not that I think Aloysius would be thrilled by that, but I think Gregorian rolls a bit easier off the tongue than Aloysian and Lilian's just a bit girly for a calendar, don't you think? Anyway, he'll have long gotten over it."
With this he paused, gazing thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "No," he continued. "In instances like these, I'm going to say definitely stick with the calendar. We can work the rest out once we've got hold of this girl and the Tardis is sent back to us."
"So...it's my birthday, then?"
The Doctor looked back at Martha. "No, I'm afraid not. Not born yet and all that." He leaned forward, "In fact, I'd say it's most decidedly an occasion for an unbirthday."
She raised an eyebrow "As in 'A very merry unbirthday to me?'"
"Well, that wasn't precisely how I put it to Charles but...yeah. In fact, let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea, and a very merry unbirthday to you Martha Jones!"
Genre: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Words: 395 for the Doctor's rambling
Notes: Written as a birthday present for marag. Set during Blink.
"Doctor?"
A tousled head appeared briefly in the bedroom doorway, and ducked back out as quickly. A moment later, apparently reassured that conditions were favorable, the doctor stepped into the main room of the small flat.
"Present and accounted for," he replied breezily. Long strides brought him to the other side of the small dining table where he began to look through the Tesco parcels with curiosity.
"Doctor," Martha continued firmly, holding his gaze as he looked up from the afternoon's shopping. "I know that time is mutable, wibbley wobbley and all that. But what if you're trying to commemorate a, you know, a fixed date."
"What, you mean like celebrating a different Christmas each night for a week?"
Martha shook her head. "Not exactly, more like if you've celebrated a birthday and the date comes 'round again six months later, then is it really your birthday?" She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Or if it's the day of your birthday, but you won't be born for another fifteen years, is it really your birthday at all?"
"Ahh." The Doctor shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly. "Well, mostly I sort of reckon those things by the Tardis' internal chronology, much more reliable than any old calendar, but seeing as we're sort of flying by the seat of our pants for the moment, old Gregory's all we've got. Not that I think Aloysius would be thrilled by that, but I think Gregorian rolls a bit easier off the tongue than Aloysian and Lilian's just a bit girly for a calendar, don't you think? Anyway, he'll have long gotten over it."
With this he paused, gazing thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "No," he continued. "In instances like these, I'm going to say definitely stick with the calendar. We can work the rest out once we've got hold of this girl and the Tardis is sent back to us."
"So...it's my birthday, then?"
The Doctor looked back at Martha. "No, I'm afraid not. Not born yet and all that." He leaned forward, "In fact, I'd say it's most decidedly an occasion for an unbirthday."
She raised an eyebrow "As in 'A very merry unbirthday to me?'"
"Well, that wasn't precisely how I put it to Charles but...yeah. In fact, let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea, and a very merry unbirthday to you Martha Jones!"