Doctor Who - fic - Gimble In The Wabe, Nine & Rose, PG
I wrote something in which Jack is nowhere in sight.
*is a bit shocked and stunned*
Title: Gimble In The Wabe
Author: laurab1
Rating: PG
Characters: Nine, Rose and a couple of Oxford writers
Length: 537 words
Summary: He’d been aiming for 1938, and Tolkein. At least it was Oxford.
Spoilers: New Who 1.1 to 1.3
Disclaimer: alas, none of these fictional people are mine, and the real ones belong to themselves
Feedback is loved & appreciated :) Enjoy!
Gimble In The Wabe
by Laura
Rose had finished reading The Hobbit, so the Doctor asked her, “D’you wanna go and meet Tolkein, then? Y’could tell him what you thought of the book. That’s what I did, when we met Charlie boy.”
Charles Dickens. That’d been nice. Y’know, apart from the zombies and poor Gwyneth. She nodded, vaguely. Before she’d actually managed to say, “Yeah,” he was setting the co-ordinates.
“Right, then. Oxford, 1938, here we come.”
***
Or maybe not. The TARDIS scanner showed people in clothes that were distinctly Victorian.
Bugger.
“I think we might be a bit out. Sorry,” he said, and gave Rose a fake grin.
Which she saw straight through, of course. “How much of a bit?”
“No idea! D’you wanna go and see? It is Oxford, though. She got that right.” He stroked the console.
“Alright,” Rose said, and went to the doors. Then she stopped, turning back to look at him. “Hang on, Doctor. Don’t I need to find something else to wear?” She indicated her clothing.
“Nah. Like I said, it’s Oxford. Can wear anything you like here.”
“But...”
“Rose,” he said, looking down at her, “I promise, no-one’s gonna bat an eyelid at your jeans and t-shirt. Now stop fussin’, and let’s go.”
He took her hand in his and the two of them left the TARDIS. They’d find out when they were soon enough.
***
He’d been right, of course, and very smug.
No-one said a word about her clothes.
Later, sitting around in Christ Church Meadow, Rose overheard a load of boys chatting about what sounded like Jabberwocky. She’d had to read it for English. Bloody complicated poem, she’d thought, at the time. Slithy toves gimbling and mome raths outgrabing. “Sounds like Jabberwocky’s brand new,” she realised.
“1871, then.” The Doctor grinned at her.
“Pleased with yourself?”
“Of course!”
“How d’you know it’s 1871?”
“First publication of Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.
Jabberwocky’s in there. Smart man, was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson: author, mathematician, logician, clergyman, photographer. He created words as well, by sticking two different halves together. Humpty Dumpty says to Alice in Through the Looking-Glass...:
‘slithy means lithe and slimy ... You see it's like a portmanteau-there are two meanings packed up into one word.’
Those kinds of words, he coined the usage of portmanteau, a kind of suitcase, for them. Chortle’s one of his as well.”
Portmanteau - she rolled it around on her tongue, liking the sound it made. What was he talking about, though? Rose had become a little lost. “Lewis Carroll wrote the Alice stories.”
***
“That’s who I said,” he protested, standing up. “Come on, then. 4th of July, 1862; we can watch him, his friend and the Liddell girls set off from Folly Bridge.”
She stood up, and asked, “What’s so special about then?”
“He tells the girls Alice in Wonderland, as they row down the Thames. Three years later, it’s published.”
“Could we try and meet him?” Rose asked, all big eyes. “I love Alice in Wonderland!”
“Alright, then,” he said, as they began wandering back to the TARDIS.
She smiled at him; he couldn’t help but smile back.
And hope that his beautiful old girl would give them what they asked for.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
time_and_chips
Teaspoon
*is a bit shocked and stunned*
Title: Gimble In The Wabe
Author: laurab1
Rating: PG
Characters: Nine, Rose and a couple of Oxford writers
Length: 537 words
Summary: He’d been aiming for 1938, and Tolkein. At least it was Oxford.
Spoilers: New Who 1.1 to 1.3
Disclaimer: alas, none of these fictional people are mine, and the real ones belong to themselves
Feedback is loved & appreciated :) Enjoy!
Gimble In The Wabe
by Laura
Rose had finished reading The Hobbit, so the Doctor asked her, “D’you wanna go and meet Tolkein, then? Y’could tell him what you thought of the book. That’s what I did, when we met Charlie boy.”
Charles Dickens. That’d been nice. Y’know, apart from the zombies and poor Gwyneth. She nodded, vaguely. Before she’d actually managed to say, “Yeah,” he was setting the co-ordinates.
“Right, then. Oxford, 1938, here we come.”
***
Or maybe not. The TARDIS scanner showed people in clothes that were distinctly Victorian.
Bugger.
“I think we might be a bit out. Sorry,” he said, and gave Rose a fake grin.
Which she saw straight through, of course. “How much of a bit?”
“No idea! D’you wanna go and see? It is Oxford, though. She got that right.” He stroked the console.
“Alright,” Rose said, and went to the doors. Then she stopped, turning back to look at him. “Hang on, Doctor. Don’t I need to find something else to wear?” She indicated her clothing.
“Nah. Like I said, it’s Oxford. Can wear anything you like here.”
“But...”
“Rose,” he said, looking down at her, “I promise, no-one’s gonna bat an eyelid at your jeans and t-shirt. Now stop fussin’, and let’s go.”
He took her hand in his and the two of them left the TARDIS. They’d find out when they were soon enough.
***
He’d been right, of course, and very smug.
No-one said a word about her clothes.
Later, sitting around in Christ Church Meadow, Rose overheard a load of boys chatting about what sounded like Jabberwocky. She’d had to read it for English. Bloody complicated poem, she’d thought, at the time. Slithy toves gimbling and mome raths outgrabing. “Sounds like Jabberwocky’s brand new,” she realised.
“1871, then.” The Doctor grinned at her.
“Pleased with yourself?”
“Of course!”
“How d’you know it’s 1871?”
“First publication of Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.
Jabberwocky’s in there. Smart man, was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson: author, mathematician, logician, clergyman, photographer. He created words as well, by sticking two different halves together. Humpty Dumpty says to Alice in Through the Looking-Glass...:
‘slithy means lithe and slimy ... You see it's like a portmanteau-there are two meanings packed up into one word.’
Those kinds of words, he coined the usage of portmanteau, a kind of suitcase, for them. Chortle’s one of his as well.”
Portmanteau - she rolled it around on her tongue, liking the sound it made. What was he talking about, though? Rose had become a little lost. “Lewis Carroll wrote the Alice stories.”
***
“That’s who I said,” he protested, standing up. “Come on, then. 4th of July, 1862; we can watch him, his friend and the Liddell girls set off from Folly Bridge.”
She stood up, and asked, “What’s so special about then?”
“He tells the girls Alice in Wonderland, as they row down the Thames. Three years later, it’s published.”
“Could we try and meet him?” Rose asked, all big eyes. “I love Alice in Wonderland!”
“Alright, then,” he said, as they began wandering back to the TARDIS.
She smiled at him; he couldn’t help but smile back.
And hope that his beautiful old girl would give them what they asked for.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
time_and_chips
Teaspoon