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storypaint) wrote2013-03-23 01:32 pm
storypaint) wrote2013-03-23 01:32 pm
[Doctor Who/Community] space and time (Abed gen)
Title: space and time
Fandom: Doctor Who/Community
Length: 220 words
Prompt: three sentence ficathon: Doctor Who/Community, Abed & the Doctor, this is the darkest timeline
Pairing: Abed gen
Other: This one has four sentence, to my shame.
Excerpt: He wasn't the Inspector, but Dark Abed was beyond caring at this point (a fact that would have horrified any of his former friends, had they known).
He wasn't the Inspector, but Dark Abed was beyond caring at this point (a fact that would have horrified any of his former friends, had they known); Abed watched him prance around the console room of a police box that was entirely too large, and he said nothing as the Doctor rambled on about tangled timelines and setting this one right.
Abed's felt beard itched, and he scratched it, contemplating if he wanted a return to a brighter timeline; perhaps he had, long ago, but now he hardly cared (or so he was telling himself, biting back half a dozen questions and trying not to wonder who would win in a fight, the Doctor or the Inspector -- of course it would have to be the Inspector, but there was something in the Doctor's eyes that frightened even Abed).
"I've got something in sick bay for the glue," the Doctor said, his jacket flapping as he pressed buttons and turned dials and hummed; "so you can go get yourself cleaned up, and then we'll sort all this out!"
Abed wanted to believe him, wanted to see where all the corridors led; he was halfway down the hallway before he let himself whisper, "It's bigger on the inside," and admitted that it made slightly more sense that way.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Community
Length: 220 words
Prompt: three sentence ficathon: Doctor Who/Community, Abed & the Doctor, this is the darkest timeline
Pairing: Abed gen
Other: This one has four sentence, to my shame.
Excerpt: He wasn't the Inspector, but Dark Abed was beyond caring at this point (a fact that would have horrified any of his former friends, had they known).
He wasn't the Inspector, but Dark Abed was beyond caring at this point (a fact that would have horrified any of his former friends, had they known); Abed watched him prance around the console room of a police box that was entirely too large, and he said nothing as the Doctor rambled on about tangled timelines and setting this one right.
Abed's felt beard itched, and he scratched it, contemplating if he wanted a return to a brighter timeline; perhaps he had, long ago, but now he hardly cared (or so he was telling himself, biting back half a dozen questions and trying not to wonder who would win in a fight, the Doctor or the Inspector -- of course it would have to be the Inspector, but there was something in the Doctor's eyes that frightened even Abed).
"I've got something in sick bay for the glue," the Doctor said, his jacket flapping as he pressed buttons and turned dials and hummed; "so you can go get yourself cleaned up, and then we'll sort all this out!"
Abed wanted to believe him, wanted to see where all the corridors led; he was halfway down the hallway before he let himself whisper, "It's bigger on the inside," and admitted that it made slightly more sense that way.