Fic: ‘Tis the Season: Time to apologise! Just ... how?
Title: ‘Tis the Season: Time to apologise! Just ... how?
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After Amy and Rory have left.
Summary: The two of them plan.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Popcorn, tangerines and cushions ahoy; someone else is bringing chairs. And I keep waiting for an explosion.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC & Steven Moffat; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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Three tangerines, five showers and a bath later, the Doctor pours coffee into a mug before him (it didn't have to be hot, did it?) and hands it to Geoff, watching to be sure he drinks it (he does). He puts the jug down and dangles his feet in the pool (he was almost certain there were no piranhas this time).
“I've seen humans give flowers and be welcomed.”
“She's allergic.”
“To what?”
“Their pollen.”
The Doctor splishes his feet. Geoff reaches for the jug again.
“Chocolate's good.” Then he sees Geoff's face. “Oh.” He brightens suddenly, dropping his feet into the water. “What abo---” He sees Geoff's face. “Never mind that idea, or that one,” he adds. “Or that.”
“She's impossible to give gifts to when you want,” Geoff says, lowering the mug; his eyes were less bloodshot. “And I'm known to give everyone what they want.”
The Doctor slowly smiles and leans over, whispering in Geoff's ear.
Geoff slowly grins. “That might work.”
“I've seen it work on human women and she's been here long enough so maybe ...”
“I'll let you know if it does.”
The Doctor grins. Observing Rory hadn't been a lost exercise in manly patience, after all.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After Amy and Rory have left.
Summary: The two of them plan.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Popcorn, tangerines and cushions ahoy; someone else is bringing chairs. And I keep waiting for an explosion.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC & Steven Moffat; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
Three tangerines, five showers and a bath later, the Doctor pours coffee into a mug before him (it didn't have to be hot, did it?) and hands it to Geoff, watching to be sure he drinks it (he does). He puts the jug down and dangles his feet in the pool (he was almost certain there were no piranhas this time).
“I've seen humans give flowers and be welcomed.”
“She's allergic.”
“To what?”
“Their pollen.”
The Doctor splishes his feet. Geoff reaches for the jug again.
“Chocolate's good.” Then he sees Geoff's face. “Oh.” He brightens suddenly, dropping his feet into the water. “What abo---” He sees Geoff's face. “Never mind that idea, or that one,” he adds. “Or that.”
“She's impossible to give gifts to when you want,” Geoff says, lowering the mug; his eyes were less bloodshot. “And I'm known to give everyone what they want.”
The Doctor slowly smiles and leans over, whispering in Geoff's ear.
Geoff slowly grins. “That might work.”
“I've seen it work on human women and she's been here long enough so maybe ...”
“I'll let you know if it does.”
The Doctor grins. Observing Rory hadn't been a lost exercise in manly patience, after all.