Delicate Dalek Don't Forget
Written for the who_contest
Title: Delicate Dalek Don't Forget
Rating: PG
Genre: Cannon AU: time of Oswin Oswald
Word Count: 499
Pairings/Characters: Eleventh Doctor a.k.a John Smith {he's kind of incognito in this one, dressed differently etc...}, Clara's echo: Oswin Oswald
Spoilers: Only if you haven’t seen series 7
Summary: Before Oswin makes her fateful trip, a curious man gives his say and gift.
Disclaimer: I disclaim. Doctor Who belongs to BBC/Steven Moffat. I write for fun.
Theme: Delicate
Author’s Note: Now that the Doctor knows who Clara is and what she's done, something that Clara reminds him of in TNOTD, 'you've seen me do this before', I thought it would be interesting to see how that possible foreknowledge would affect him and her.
^<>^
Ah, the park, complete with little pond and quaint wooden benches. Surrounding were sounds of life, a leashed dog barking, the pound of joggers on the pavement, children messily eating chocolate soufflés like her mum had awesome recipe for, and the giggling happiness of companions.
Just out of university she had been short of ambition of what to do next, but now a sign across the street caught her curious eye and fierce mind.
“I’m going to sign up.”
“Think that’s wise?”
She peered from the top of the kids’ jungle gym she had climbed upon, giving a stubborn smile every time a child tried to get past.
But now this man in black pencil slacks and a navy blue shirt was ascending towards her, his long strange limbs propelling him to sit close beside, a sliver of unoccupied seating all there was.
Unable to read his eyes through the dark sunglasses he wore, she noticed the shortness of brown hair atop his head.
“Wiser than a stranger thinking to tell me what to do.” Oswin cheekily came back.
From his lips materialized a slow smile. “Right. Well then.” He told her with a soft whisper. “I’m John Smith.”
“Oswin Oswald and trust me Mr. Smith, I will be on that flight, Starship Alaska. I could sign up for entertainment manager. Used to manage the neighborhood kid performances.” She wrinkled her nose. “No. Too ambitious. Junior. There. Perfect.”
He had a little player of music that with a touch of his finger, a song started to play.
“Ah. Carmen.” Oswin approved rapidly. “Operatic genius.”
Taking the recording from the player he handed it to her.
“Tiny.” Oswin remarked.
“Essential.” He responded firmly.
Oswin concentrated upon the minute strange recording piece that his long thin fingers had extended. She looked to the man’s eyes, noticing now within the glasses shine, a murky murmur of green.
It happened so fast then. “Don’t forget Oswin. Clever, impossible girl.” He whispered, touching her waist, and her hand, breathing out. “So delicate.” The kiss that touched her lips was rapid, forcing her eyes closed until-
“Can you move? Want to play!”
Oswin looked around frantically, past the complaining child. The man had vanished. But she had felt it as his lips merged with hers, the heft of his prominent chin. “I’ll remember Chinboy.” She blew out with a tantalizing smile, nature’s life, humanity surrounding her.
^<>^
THIS
Wasn’t happening.
No.
I AM NOT-
Dream, Oswin. Survive. Play it.
She reached inside with jittering hands, if they even remained after conversion.
EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE…
No. Stop!
She turned the knob to highest volume and sunk down into it.
Carmen.
Closing her eyes, she let the dream swallow her terror.
Music her delicate unyielding salvation. Her impenetrable defense of mind.
How did he know? John Smith?
“EXTERMINATE-
How?
Nevertheless, he was right.
I remember.
The park. Birds. Trees. Laughter. Soufflés.
Clever.
Delicate…
I am not a DALEK.
I can fight them.
I will.
I AM human.
Title: Delicate Dalek Don't Forget
Rating: PG
Genre: Cannon AU: time of Oswin Oswald
Word Count: 499
Pairings/Characters: Eleventh Doctor a.k.a John Smith {he's kind of incognito in this one, dressed differently etc...}, Clara's echo: Oswin Oswald
Spoilers: Only if you haven’t seen series 7
Summary: Before Oswin makes her fateful trip, a curious man gives his say and gift.
Disclaimer: I disclaim. Doctor Who belongs to BBC/Steven Moffat. I write for fun.
Theme: Delicate
Author’s Note: Now that the Doctor knows who Clara is and what she's done, something that Clara reminds him of in TNOTD, 'you've seen me do this before', I thought it would be interesting to see how that possible foreknowledge would affect him and her.
^<>^
Ah, the park, complete with little pond and quaint wooden benches. Surrounding were sounds of life, a leashed dog barking, the pound of joggers on the pavement, children messily eating chocolate soufflés like her mum had awesome recipe for, and the giggling happiness of companions.
Just out of university she had been short of ambition of what to do next, but now a sign across the street caught her curious eye and fierce mind.
“I’m going to sign up.”
“Think that’s wise?”
She peered from the top of the kids’ jungle gym she had climbed upon, giving a stubborn smile every time a child tried to get past.
But now this man in black pencil slacks and a navy blue shirt was ascending towards her, his long strange limbs propelling him to sit close beside, a sliver of unoccupied seating all there was.
Unable to read his eyes through the dark sunglasses he wore, she noticed the shortness of brown hair atop his head.
“Wiser than a stranger thinking to tell me what to do.” Oswin cheekily came back.
From his lips materialized a slow smile. “Right. Well then.” He told her with a soft whisper. “I’m John Smith.”
“Oswin Oswald and trust me Mr. Smith, I will be on that flight, Starship Alaska. I could sign up for entertainment manager. Used to manage the neighborhood kid performances.” She wrinkled her nose. “No. Too ambitious. Junior. There. Perfect.”
He had a little player of music that with a touch of his finger, a song started to play.
“Ah. Carmen.” Oswin approved rapidly. “Operatic genius.”
Taking the recording from the player he handed it to her.
“Tiny.” Oswin remarked.
“Essential.” He responded firmly.
Oswin concentrated upon the minute strange recording piece that his long thin fingers had extended. She looked to the man’s eyes, noticing now within the glasses shine, a murky murmur of green.
It happened so fast then. “Don’t forget Oswin. Clever, impossible girl.” He whispered, touching her waist, and her hand, breathing out. “So delicate.” The kiss that touched her lips was rapid, forcing her eyes closed until-
“Can you move? Want to play!”
Oswin looked around frantically, past the complaining child. The man had vanished. But she had felt it as his lips merged with hers, the heft of his prominent chin. “I’ll remember Chinboy.” She blew out with a tantalizing smile, nature’s life, humanity surrounding her.
^<>^
THIS
Wasn’t happening.
No.
I AM NOT-
Dream, Oswin. Survive. Play it.
She reached inside with jittering hands, if they even remained after conversion.
EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE…
No. Stop!
She turned the knob to highest volume and sunk down into it.
Carmen.
Closing her eyes, she let the dream swallow her terror.
Music her delicate unyielding salvation. Her impenetrable defense of mind.
How did he know? John Smith?
“EXTERMINATE-
How?
Nevertheless, he was right.
I remember.
The park. Birds. Trees. Laughter. Soufflés.
Clever.
Delicate…
I am not a DALEK.
I can fight them.
I will.
I AM human.