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storypaint) wrote2012-01-23 12:20 am
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[Who/Firestarter] childish sometimes (Charlie and Nine gen)
Title: childish sometimes
Fandom: Doctor Who/Firestarter - Stephen King
Length: 451 words
Prompt: Charlie/Nine, PS3 for![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Pairing: Charlie & Nine gen
Other: AU in which Charlie is Nine's companion.
Excerpt: The third problem was that he rarely slept, which was why Charlie was unsurprised to hear the cheery game music coming from down the hall when she got up to use the bathroom at (her mental reckoning of) three a.m.
The PS3 was a challenge, and the problem with challenging the Doctor was that he never backed down. And the other problem was that there were so many games to challenge him with. When Charlie had proposed that they find a machine, he'd suggested four things more elaborate ("Why PS3? PS6 is when they really hit their prime") and then Pong. She talked him into the console she knew, and suddenly he was all for playing.
The third problem was that he rarely slept, which was why Charlie was unsurprised to hear the cheery game music coming from down the hall when she got up to use the bathroom at (her mental reckoning of) three a.m. Once she finished with the facilities, she padded down to the games room, her bare feet cold against the TARDIS gratings. It was a nice, familiar feeling she didn't mind a bit. Also, it woke her up a little, although she yawned as soon as she stepped into the room.
The Doctor was in one of his manic moods, all grins and excitement and explanations.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up," he said, navigating his character around a dangerous platform and three monsters in quick succession. The screen flashed him an item; "Fantastic!" he said cheerily and fetched it.
Charlie neglected to mention that she'd only been to bed a couple hours later. She got by on very little sleep these days, it seemed. She was afraid she'd sleep through a bloody revolution or something, and he'd be stuck right in the middle of it. That sort of thing seemed to happen around him a lot. She was just hanging on for the adventure.
"Well, are you going to join me or not?" He waved the controller at her, and she could hardly resist the invitation. She sat down beside him in her pajamas, teasingly brushing his knee with her foot. He swatted it off good-naturedly.
"Promise you won't go easy on me," she said, staring at the screen and building a character of her own. The Doctor had already heavily modified this game, she could tell. For one, his character was wearing a leather jacket.
"Never," he swore solemnly, and they played until she begins falling asleep again. He made a tsk-ing noise she'd protest if she just weren't so tired, and herded her back to bed.
The next day, they found themselves in the middle of a royal coup on a planet millions of light years away from hers, and she was just glad he'd let her sleep in that morning. She needed the energy for real-life running.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Firestarter - Stephen King
Length: 451 words
Prompt: Charlie/Nine, PS3 for
Pairing: Charlie & Nine gen
Other: AU in which Charlie is Nine's companion.
Excerpt: The third problem was that he rarely slept, which was why Charlie was unsurprised to hear the cheery game music coming from down the hall when she got up to use the bathroom at (her mental reckoning of) three a.m.
The PS3 was a challenge, and the problem with challenging the Doctor was that he never backed down. And the other problem was that there were so many games to challenge him with. When Charlie had proposed that they find a machine, he'd suggested four things more elaborate ("Why PS3? PS6 is when they really hit their prime") and then Pong. She talked him into the console she knew, and suddenly he was all for playing.
The third problem was that he rarely slept, which was why Charlie was unsurprised to hear the cheery game music coming from down the hall when she got up to use the bathroom at (her mental reckoning of) three a.m. Once she finished with the facilities, she padded down to the games room, her bare feet cold against the TARDIS gratings. It was a nice, familiar feeling she didn't mind a bit. Also, it woke her up a little, although she yawned as soon as she stepped into the room.
The Doctor was in one of his manic moods, all grins and excitement and explanations.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up," he said, navigating his character around a dangerous platform and three monsters in quick succession. The screen flashed him an item; "Fantastic!" he said cheerily and fetched it.
Charlie neglected to mention that she'd only been to bed a couple hours later. She got by on very little sleep these days, it seemed. She was afraid she'd sleep through a bloody revolution or something, and he'd be stuck right in the middle of it. That sort of thing seemed to happen around him a lot. She was just hanging on for the adventure.
"Well, are you going to join me or not?" He waved the controller at her, and she could hardly resist the invitation. She sat down beside him in her pajamas, teasingly brushing his knee with her foot. He swatted it off good-naturedly.
"Promise you won't go easy on me," she said, staring at the screen and building a character of her own. The Doctor had already heavily modified this game, she could tell. For one, his character was wearing a leather jacket.
"Never," he swore solemnly, and they played until she begins falling asleep again. He made a tsk-ing noise she'd protest if she just weren't so tired, and herded her back to bed.
The next day, they found themselves in the middle of a royal coup on a planet millions of light years away from hers, and she was just glad he'd let her sleep in that morning. She needed the energy for real-life running.