Old Friends
I give you one of what will, I'm sure, be a flood of Brigadier fics over the next few days. Rest in peace, Nicholas Courtney. I don't cry over the loss of many actors, but I balled like a baby over you.
Title: Old Friends
Author: Ponygirl72
Rating: G
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Sir Alastair, Doris
Word Count: 346
Warnings: Deathbed scene
"You know, Doctor," said the pale, old man, not even bothering to open his eyes. "When you told me that I was supposed to die in bed, all those years ago, I didn't believe you."
Doris squeezed the Doctor's arm, then left him to return to the chair pulled up next to her husband's bedside in the quiet, comfortable room.
"So, would it be too much to hope that my rhododendrons are more or less intact?" Sir Alistair continued, opening rheumy eyes to take in the young man with the bow tie standing at the foot of the bed.
"There may have been a limited amount of collateral damage, I'm afraid," said the Doctor with mock contrition, a tiny smile flirting with one corner of his mouth.
"Well, I suppose it's reassuring that there's at least one thing about you that never changes," Sir Alastair replied, closing his eyes once more. "As long as there isn't an alien invasion hard on your heels. Otherwise, I fear I may have to direct you to Colonel Mace or Captain Magambo, while I sit this one out."
"No, no... nothing like that, Brigadier," said the Doctor. "I'm simply here to visit an old friend."
"Oh, dear. Now I know things are serious," Sir Alastair said lightly. "Well, you'd better pull up a chair, then, and tell me how you've been getting on since I last saw you."
The Doctor smiled sadly, and pulled a chair around to the side of the bed across from Doris and taking the Brigadier's hand in his own. "Let's see; where to start?" he began. "Oh, yes-- of course! Would you believe I met Jo Grant recently? Well, it's Jo Jones now, of course. Seven children and thirteen grandchildren she has; isn't that amazing? I mean, who would have thought that you could get twenty entire human beings from someone that small..."
The Doctor droned on, his voice a reassuring and familiar background noise despite the new vocal chords. Sir Alastair chuckled softly to himself, squeezing Doris's hand, and allowed his mind to drift.
Title: Old Friends
Author: Ponygirl72
Rating: G
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Sir Alastair, Doris
Word Count: 346
Warnings: Deathbed scene
"You know, Doctor," said the pale, old man, not even bothering to open his eyes. "When you told me that I was supposed to die in bed, all those years ago, I didn't believe you."
Doris squeezed the Doctor's arm, then left him to return to the chair pulled up next to her husband's bedside in the quiet, comfortable room.
"So, would it be too much to hope that my rhododendrons are more or less intact?" Sir Alistair continued, opening rheumy eyes to take in the young man with the bow tie standing at the foot of the bed.
"There may have been a limited amount of collateral damage, I'm afraid," said the Doctor with mock contrition, a tiny smile flirting with one corner of his mouth.
"Well, I suppose it's reassuring that there's at least one thing about you that never changes," Sir Alastair replied, closing his eyes once more. "As long as there isn't an alien invasion hard on your heels. Otherwise, I fear I may have to direct you to Colonel Mace or Captain Magambo, while I sit this one out."
"No, no... nothing like that, Brigadier," said the Doctor. "I'm simply here to visit an old friend."
"Oh, dear. Now I know things are serious," Sir Alastair said lightly. "Well, you'd better pull up a chair, then, and tell me how you've been getting on since I last saw you."
The Doctor smiled sadly, and pulled a chair around to the side of the bed across from Doris and taking the Brigadier's hand in his own. "Let's see; where to start?" he began. "Oh, yes-- of course! Would you believe I met Jo Grant recently? Well, it's Jo Jones now, of course. Seven children and thirteen grandchildren she has; isn't that amazing? I mean, who would have thought that you could get twenty entire human beings from someone that small..."
The Doctor droned on, his voice a reassuring and familiar background noise despite the new vocal chords. Sir Alastair chuckled softly to himself, squeezing Doris's hand, and allowed his mind to drift.