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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 10:56 am
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[Doctor Who] get knocked off our feet (Third Doctor and Sarah Jane gen)
Title: get knocked off our feet
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 349 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Doctor Who, Any Doctor + Any Companion(s), The Doctor unnerving his companion(s) on the dance floor with the bizarre moves he's picked up during his travels throughout time and space.
Pairing: Third Doctor & Sarah Jane gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The Doctor was a terrible dancer. Sarah Jane hid a smile behind her hand. It seemed that she had finally discovered his weakness, and it seemed to be disco.
The Doctor was a terrible dancer. Sarah Jane hid a smile behind her hand. It seemed that she had finally discovered his weakness, and it seemed to be disco.
She'd been more than a little surprised when he consented to go to the UNIT Christmas party; she knew he hadn't gone last year. He and Jo had skived off to some far-off planet and gotten into wonderful trouble. He'd told Sarah all about it when she mentioned the party, and yet here he was. For a man who was quite good with the Venusian aikido, he was oddly stiff tonight.
She had arrived late herself, after finishing up an interview and running home to change. He'd already been out on the dance floor then, smiling at everyone and waltzing to the Bee Gees with the Brigadier's wife. The other dancers had left a wide swath around them; the Brigadier said that someone's foot had already been stepped on.
The soldiers were friendly and beckoned her to join them. The beer had lessened their inhibitions, that's for sure. She smiled and waved and crossed the room to the Doctor.
He was doing a weird dance that mostly seemed to involve arm movement; when asked he told her it was called the Macarena and he'd invented it himself, and that of course he would teach her. It wasn't complicated, so they soon had a little line dance going, just the two of them. At first she'd felt a bit silly, but now Sarah was having the time of her life.
"Here's one I picked up on Rigel Four," he leaned down to tell her, and then froze with one foot off the floor, contorting his face in a crazed expression that made Sarah laugh nearly until she started crying.
"They don't have much mobility, those Rigellians," he said, trying not to move his lips. "Beings like trees, they think fast but walking is a bit of a trick. In five seconds I'll get to switch feet."
"Oh, Doctor," Sarah said fondly, and offered to teach him the Robot. Gravely, he accepted.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 349 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Doctor Who, Any Doctor + Any Companion(s), The Doctor unnerving his companion(s) on the dance floor with the bizarre moves he's picked up during his travels throughout time and space.
Pairing: Third Doctor & Sarah Jane gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The Doctor was a terrible dancer. Sarah Jane hid a smile behind her hand. It seemed that she had finally discovered his weakness, and it seemed to be disco.
The Doctor was a terrible dancer. Sarah Jane hid a smile behind her hand. It seemed that she had finally discovered his weakness, and it seemed to be disco.
She'd been more than a little surprised when he consented to go to the UNIT Christmas party; she knew he hadn't gone last year. He and Jo had skived off to some far-off planet and gotten into wonderful trouble. He'd told Sarah all about it when she mentioned the party, and yet here he was. For a man who was quite good with the Venusian aikido, he was oddly stiff tonight.
She had arrived late herself, after finishing up an interview and running home to change. He'd already been out on the dance floor then, smiling at everyone and waltzing to the Bee Gees with the Brigadier's wife. The other dancers had left a wide swath around them; the Brigadier said that someone's foot had already been stepped on.
The soldiers were friendly and beckoned her to join them. The beer had lessened their inhibitions, that's for sure. She smiled and waved and crossed the room to the Doctor.
He was doing a weird dance that mostly seemed to involve arm movement; when asked he told her it was called the Macarena and he'd invented it himself, and that of course he would teach her. It wasn't complicated, so they soon had a little line dance going, just the two of them. At first she'd felt a bit silly, but now Sarah was having the time of her life.
"Here's one I picked up on Rigel Four," he leaned down to tell her, and then froze with one foot off the floor, contorting his face in a crazed expression that made Sarah laugh nearly until she started crying.
"They don't have much mobility, those Rigellians," he said, trying not to move his lips. "Beings like trees, they think fast but walking is a bit of a trick. In five seconds I'll get to switch feet."
"Oh, Doctor," Sarah said fondly, and offered to teach him the Robot. Gravely, he accepted.