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storypaint) wrote2015-01-27 08:18 pm
storypaint) wrote2015-01-27 08:18 pm
[Doctor Who] seize fate by the throat (Martha/Mickey)
Title: seize fate by the throat
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 200 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Doctor Who, any two companions who never met in canon, they've already fallen in love long before they figure out they both traveled with the Doctor once upon a time
Pairing: Martha/Mickey; mentioned Doctor/Martha and Rose/Mickey
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Turned out for the best, of course," Mickey said, "in the end. Got me out of London for a bit. He never did appreciate her right, though, that Doctor fellow. You heard of him?"
Martha wasn't sure how they'd gotten onto the subject of romantic history, but she suspected it had something to do with having too much to drink. She still couldn't get the image of the alien out of her head, all laid out in pieces like that. The alcohol was helping, but only a little.
"Turned out for the best, of course," Mickey said, "in the end. Got me out of London for a bit. He never did appreciate her right, though, that Doctor fellow. You heard of him?"
"Doctor who?" Martha asked. Then she said, "Wait. The Doctor?"
She was suddenly, irrationally sure that he had been the one to set them up all those months ago, and would soon emerge from the bushes with a chuckle. But that would involve understanding messy human emotions, wouldn't it?
"The one who changes his face," Mickey confirmed. "Used to be all craggy, now he thinks he's a pop star or something."
Rose seemed to leave a lot of broken hearts in her wake, Martha thought, but at least Mickey wasn't still hung up on her.
"We've met," Martha said. She downed the rest of her drink.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 200 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Doctor Who, any two companions who never met in canon, they've already fallen in love long before they figure out they both traveled with the Doctor once upon a time
Pairing: Martha/Mickey; mentioned Doctor/Martha and Rose/Mickey
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Turned out for the best, of course," Mickey said, "in the end. Got me out of London for a bit. He never did appreciate her right, though, that Doctor fellow. You heard of him?"
Martha wasn't sure how they'd gotten onto the subject of romantic history, but she suspected it had something to do with having too much to drink. She still couldn't get the image of the alien out of her head, all laid out in pieces like that. The alcohol was helping, but only a little.
"Turned out for the best, of course," Mickey said, "in the end. Got me out of London for a bit. He never did appreciate her right, though, that Doctor fellow. You heard of him?"
"Doctor who?" Martha asked. Then she said, "Wait. The Doctor?"
She was suddenly, irrationally sure that he had been the one to set them up all those months ago, and would soon emerge from the bushes with a chuckle. But that would involve understanding messy human emotions, wouldn't it?
"The one who changes his face," Mickey confirmed. "Used to be all craggy, now he thinks he's a pop star or something."
Rose seemed to leave a lot of broken hearts in her wake, Martha thought, but at least Mickey wasn't still hung up on her.
"We've met," Martha said. She downed the rest of her drink.