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[Doctor Who] mostly sweet with a few nuts (Eleven + companions gen)
Title: mostly sweet with a few nuts
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 710 words
Prompt: 'fix it' comment ficathon: doctor who, the ponds don't get stuck in the past and instead continue to pop in and out of the doctor's life (and maybe other companions, COUGHDONNACOUGH)
Pairing: Eleven + various new Who companions gen
Other: AU for the Ponds' and Donna's ends.
Excerpt: The Doctor was meeting with the Ponds last Tuesday at five. Amy had written it down for him the last time he visited, all the temporal-spatial coordinates she could think of. ...Earth, The Milky Way, The Universe at 5:00PM GMT, he read. As if she expected him to show up in the wrong universe or something. Actually, in that case, she could have been more specific.
The Doctor was meeting with the Ponds last Tuesday at five. Amy had written it down for him the last time he visited, all the temporal-spatial coordinates she could think of. ...Earth, The Milky Way, The Universe at 5:00PM GMT, he read. As if she expected him to show up in the wrong universe or something. Actually, in that case, she could have been more specific.
He was in a bit of a bind, however. His phone kept ringing, and normally he'd throw it into a nebula or something, but the last time he'd done that, Martha had scolded him until he'd felt very small, and he hated that feeling.
The phone was buzzing furiously on the console and playing the Mexican hat dance. He reached out for it as if he expected it to bite him, and hit the button to answer it. Donna's voice didn't need the speakerphone to come through clearly, despite the phone's distance from his ear.
It was one thing for companions to leave, he thought, and another for them to be able to call him up any old time. Oh, Sarah Jane was responsible enough for it, she only called him for emergencies and to invite him to Luke's graduations and birthday parties and such. But Donna had gone around and got up a support group for former companions, or some tosh, and now they all talked to each other regularly. She'd even badgered him into finding a way for Rose to dial in from her alternate world with her alternate Doctor, and if that wasn't odd, speaking to an almost-regeneration once a month and giving TARDIS-growing suggestions. It was rather like what he remembered of having a family: unconditional affection surrounded by blocks of loud disapproval.
"Oi, you, 'bout time. I've been trying to get ahold of you for a week," Donna said. "Haven't gone off and regenerated again, have you? Still got no eyebrows?"
"I like my eyebrows," the Doctor defended helplessly. There really was no point in arguing with her, or mentioning that he'd spent the last week helping a minority political party gain control on a planet centuries and worlds away from Earth.
"You say that, but I still think you should let me give you some pencil for them. Anyway, I'm calling because Amy said you needed a reminder for dinner in a month. It's the fifth of March today, 2012, just so you know. Don't know why she doesn't just give you a note for the TARDIS fridge. Shaun and I are doing just fine, thanks for asking."
"Good," the Doctor managed to slip in. He pulled out the sonic and started fiddling with it as Donna talked. He added a new setting for a certain kind of padlock, which would have been quite useful last week and would have saved him a couple of hours spent in an uncomfortable prison.
He promised to meet with her and Wilfred the next time he was in the neighborhood of Earth. She wanted to give him a new bowtie, she said. She'd thought he looked a bit scraggly last time. Donna always thought he looked scraggly, ever since he'd regenerated. Something about the way he dressed now.
When she hung up he put the phone on to charge in the library (inefficient little things, he really should improve it a bit), and got distracted by the open copy of Shakespeare's Richard III that he'd left on the desk a couple of regenerations ago. He'd forgotten he was at his favorite part.
"...And that's why I'm late," he told Amy when she answered the door, glaring at him.
"You're a time traveler! I don't understand how you're always late!" she said, folding her arms. After a moment, she relented and let him in. "At least it's only a couple of hours this time. We saved you a plate, come on then."
She steered him by an elbow into their warm, homey kitchen. Rory was already there, nursing a cup of tea, and he waved a hand in greeting.
"Only two hours this time," he said. "You're getting better at the steering."
The Doctor opened his mouth to protest, but instead, he smiled. "Can't stay away," he said.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 710 words
Prompt: 'fix it' comment ficathon: doctor who, the ponds don't get stuck in the past and instead continue to pop in and out of the doctor's life (and maybe other companions, COUGHDONNACOUGH)
Pairing: Eleven + various new Who companions gen
Other: AU for the Ponds' and Donna's ends.
Excerpt: The Doctor was meeting with the Ponds last Tuesday at five. Amy had written it down for him the last time he visited, all the temporal-spatial coordinates she could think of. ...Earth, The Milky Way, The Universe at 5:00PM GMT, he read. As if she expected him to show up in the wrong universe or something. Actually, in that case, she could have been more specific.
The Doctor was meeting with the Ponds last Tuesday at five. Amy had written it down for him the last time he visited, all the temporal-spatial coordinates she could think of. ...Earth, The Milky Way, The Universe at 5:00PM GMT, he read. As if she expected him to show up in the wrong universe or something. Actually, in that case, she could have been more specific.
He was in a bit of a bind, however. His phone kept ringing, and normally he'd throw it into a nebula or something, but the last time he'd done that, Martha had scolded him until he'd felt very small, and he hated that feeling.
The phone was buzzing furiously on the console and playing the Mexican hat dance. He reached out for it as if he expected it to bite him, and hit the button to answer it. Donna's voice didn't need the speakerphone to come through clearly, despite the phone's distance from his ear.
It was one thing for companions to leave, he thought, and another for them to be able to call him up any old time. Oh, Sarah Jane was responsible enough for it, she only called him for emergencies and to invite him to Luke's graduations and birthday parties and such. But Donna had gone around and got up a support group for former companions, or some tosh, and now they all talked to each other regularly. She'd even badgered him into finding a way for Rose to dial in from her alternate world with her alternate Doctor, and if that wasn't odd, speaking to an almost-regeneration once a month and giving TARDIS-growing suggestions. It was rather like what he remembered of having a family: unconditional affection surrounded by blocks of loud disapproval.
"Oi, you, 'bout time. I've been trying to get ahold of you for a week," Donna said. "Haven't gone off and regenerated again, have you? Still got no eyebrows?"
"I like my eyebrows," the Doctor defended helplessly. There really was no point in arguing with her, or mentioning that he'd spent the last week helping a minority political party gain control on a planet centuries and worlds away from Earth.
"You say that, but I still think you should let me give you some pencil for them. Anyway, I'm calling because Amy said you needed a reminder for dinner in a month. It's the fifth of March today, 2012, just so you know. Don't know why she doesn't just give you a note for the TARDIS fridge. Shaun and I are doing just fine, thanks for asking."
"Good," the Doctor managed to slip in. He pulled out the sonic and started fiddling with it as Donna talked. He added a new setting for a certain kind of padlock, which would have been quite useful last week and would have saved him a couple of hours spent in an uncomfortable prison.
He promised to meet with her and Wilfred the next time he was in the neighborhood of Earth. She wanted to give him a new bowtie, she said. She'd thought he looked a bit scraggly last time. Donna always thought he looked scraggly, ever since he'd regenerated. Something about the way he dressed now.
When she hung up he put the phone on to charge in the library (inefficient little things, he really should improve it a bit), and got distracted by the open copy of Shakespeare's Richard III that he'd left on the desk a couple of regenerations ago. He'd forgotten he was at his favorite part.
"...And that's why I'm late," he told Amy when she answered the door, glaring at him.
"You're a time traveler! I don't understand how you're always late!" she said, folding her arms. After a moment, she relented and let him in. "At least it's only a couple of hours this time. We saved you a plate, come on then."
She steered him by an elbow into their warm, homey kitchen. Rory was already there, nursing a cup of tea, and he waved a hand in greeting.
"Only two hours this time," he said. "You're getting better at the steering."
The Doctor opened his mouth to protest, but instead, he smiled. "Can't stay away," he said.