frank conversations (doctor who, eleven and young amelia, river song)
Title: Frank Conversations
Word Count: 643
Characters/Pairings: Eleven and 7-year-old Amelia, River Song
Summary: Leave it to Amelia Pond to make a role model out of the one woman that she definitely shouldn't trust.
Warnings: Slight references to The Time Of Angels, and indirect references to A Good Man Goes To War (though if you haven't seen it, I doubt you'll pick up on just what it is). For the "Trust" theme at docwholand.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and Steven Moffat. I am just playing around.
Previous: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (not required for context)
Also, in case it's news to anyone, I am also taking requests if there's anything in particular you guys want to see. :)
He's doomed.
That's the initial thing that crosses the Doctor's mind when he first sees how Amelia follows along right on River's heels like a lost duckling. He's doomed, then why do the girls always stick together, then he's lost her forever. What's most prevalent above all of that, though, is she's not safe.
The Doctor crosses his arms and puts on his best Grumpy Face as he watches them, tapping his fingers against the rough fabric of his tweed and blowing air up into his fringe, only to have it flop right back down. Leave it to Amelia Pond to make a role model out of the one woman that she definitely shouldn't trust. Typical.
The Doctor scowls and taps a few useless commands onto the church-distributed scan-reader that the Clerics had given him to use, scrolling through the information they'd already recorded about the weeping angels, swiping away a fallacy here, a misconception there, what the hell were they thinking when they put that on the list, and that- that is most definitely false, and--
"Interesting read, sweetie?"
The Doctor purses his lips a little and narrows his eyes, but doesn't react any more than that as River comes up beside him. He continues flicking across the screen. "Absurd, really. Your people really did their research. Horribly."
River laughs, and he thinks she really shouldn't-- in some situations, making a mistake can cost people a demerit. In this one it could cost people their lives.
"They're not my people. Doctor--"
"Where's Amelia?"
"She's with the Clerics, she's fine--"
"No," the Doctor is quiet as he pulls his head up finally and turns his gaze to her, expression fierce. "No, she's not fine, because you've--" he pokes her shoulder so hard she leans back a little, "--you've pulled me, and consequentially her, into a situation involving one of the most dangerous species in the universe. She is in more danger now than she's ever been in her entire life and we haven't even encountered this angel yet. So no, River, she is not fine, and until this thing is neutralised or we leave, she will not be fine." He pauses, letting it sink in. "Do you understand me?"
Her face is stoic, no hint of teasing or flirting, no sweeties or spoilers, just River Song. It's possibly the most candid he's ever seen her, and (troublingly) the most open.
"I understand."
The Doctor turns his attention back to the scan-reader.
"Good, because if she--"
"And you understand me, Doctor." River grips his arm, gently but firmly enough to force his attention back to her, "You understand me when I say that I would never let anything happen to Amelia Pond."
The Doctor keeps his gaze level with hers, jaw tight in contemplation before he gives her a curt nod, and he feels her grip slacken though she doesn't let go.
"Are you two going to kiss?"
The Doctor whirls around and gazes down at Amelia, dumbstruck at her sudden appearance, mouth hanging open as she peers back up between them with a bemused expression, eyebrow raised.
"'Cause, you know, if you are, you're not doing it right. Even I know that."
The Doctor sputters and he pulls his arm away almost guiltily, straightening his bow tie and dusting off his jacket.
"What? No-- no! Of course not. Don't be ridiculous."
Amelia turns her grin to River, rocking back onto her heels, reaching to grab her hand. "He's blushing." River laughs again, and the Doctor can hear an air of familiarity in it this time as she lets the headstrong child begin to drag her back towards the Clerics.
"Yes, he is."
"Does he do that often?"
River looks back over her shoulder at him, and she winks.
"Spoilers."
Yes, the Doctor thinks to himself, he is most certainly, definitely doomed.
Word Count: 643
Characters/Pairings: Eleven and 7-year-old Amelia, River Song
Summary: Leave it to Amelia Pond to make a role model out of the one woman that she definitely shouldn't trust.
Warnings: Slight references to The Time Of Angels, and indirect references to A Good Man Goes To War (though if you haven't seen it, I doubt you'll pick up on just what it is). For the "Trust" theme at docwholand.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and Steven Moffat. I am just playing around.
Previous: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (not required for context)
Also, in case it's news to anyone, I am also taking requests if there's anything in particular you guys want to see. :)
He's doomed.
That's the initial thing that crosses the Doctor's mind when he first sees how Amelia follows along right on River's heels like a lost duckling. He's doomed, then why do the girls always stick together, then he's lost her forever. What's most prevalent above all of that, though, is she's not safe.
The Doctor crosses his arms and puts on his best Grumpy Face as he watches them, tapping his fingers against the rough fabric of his tweed and blowing air up into his fringe, only to have it flop right back down. Leave it to Amelia Pond to make a role model out of the one woman that she definitely shouldn't trust. Typical.
The Doctor scowls and taps a few useless commands onto the church-distributed scan-reader that the Clerics had given him to use, scrolling through the information they'd already recorded about the weeping angels, swiping away a fallacy here, a misconception there, what the hell were they thinking when they put that on the list, and that- that is most definitely false, and--
"Interesting read, sweetie?"
The Doctor purses his lips a little and narrows his eyes, but doesn't react any more than that as River comes up beside him. He continues flicking across the screen. "Absurd, really. Your people really did their research. Horribly."
River laughs, and he thinks she really shouldn't-- in some situations, making a mistake can cost people a demerit. In this one it could cost people their lives.
"They're not my people. Doctor--"
"Where's Amelia?"
"She's with the Clerics, she's fine--"
"No," the Doctor is quiet as he pulls his head up finally and turns his gaze to her, expression fierce. "No, she's not fine, because you've--" he pokes her shoulder so hard she leans back a little, "--you've pulled me, and consequentially her, into a situation involving one of the most dangerous species in the universe. She is in more danger now than she's ever been in her entire life and we haven't even encountered this angel yet. So no, River, she is not fine, and until this thing is neutralised or we leave, she will not be fine." He pauses, letting it sink in. "Do you understand me?"
Her face is stoic, no hint of teasing or flirting, no sweeties or spoilers, just River Song. It's possibly the most candid he's ever seen her, and (troublingly) the most open.
"I understand."
The Doctor turns his attention back to the scan-reader.
"Good, because if she--"
"And you understand me, Doctor." River grips his arm, gently but firmly enough to force his attention back to her, "You understand me when I say that I would never let anything happen to Amelia Pond."
The Doctor keeps his gaze level with hers, jaw tight in contemplation before he gives her a curt nod, and he feels her grip slacken though she doesn't let go.
"Are you two going to kiss?"
The Doctor whirls around and gazes down at Amelia, dumbstruck at her sudden appearance, mouth hanging open as she peers back up between them with a bemused expression, eyebrow raised.
"'Cause, you know, if you are, you're not doing it right. Even I know that."
The Doctor sputters and he pulls his arm away almost guiltily, straightening his bow tie and dusting off his jacket.
"What? No-- no! Of course not. Don't be ridiculous."
Amelia turns her grin to River, rocking back onto her heels, reaching to grab her hand. "He's blushing." River laughs again, and the Doctor can hear an air of familiarity in it this time as she lets the headstrong child begin to drag her back towards the Clerics.
"Yes, he is."
"Does he do that often?"
River looks back over her shoulder at him, and she winks.
"Spoilers."
Yes, the Doctor thinks to himself, he is most certainly, definitely doomed.