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There was absolute silence in the TARDIS. An unnatural, deep echoing silence that, nine times out of ten, meant something was very, very wrong. The Doctor, upon entering the Control Room from a rather nice and quiet street in 1954, noted this instinctively and prepared to Investigate.

“Luke?” she called out. “Dennis? Bart?”

Before she could panic properly, she felt a light breeze hailing the arrival of the TARDIS’s resident speedster, Bartholomew Allen. )

Community: [ profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 269 - Write about a time you were outsmarted./"Dennis, Luke and Bart, left alone in the Doctor's TARDIS!"
Word Count: 395
ladyoftime: (meet the new companion!)
“This is going to be brilliant! Family outing! I mentioned the games, right? Lots of games, with balls and anti-gravity targets, and overpriced handmade jewelry and suspiciously greasy foods, just like a proper festival should be! Just stick with me, we’ll have a marvelous old time! What do you want to do first-


....Clyde, Maria?




It’s my own fault for letting a speedster into the TARDIS, really. Wonder if he's reached the barbed-wire gardens yet.”


“Dennis! ...Dennis?”


“This is nice, isn’t it? Just the fresh air and the flowers and that very nice big explosion over that way that-



Now this is just getting ridiculous.”


“You’re not going to leave me, are you, boy? No, you aren’t, because unlike all my other companions, you’re going to obey me when I say to stay with me, aren’t you? Aren’t you?


Where’s that dog whistle when I need it?”


The Doctor eyed Mr. Bimble woefully.

“Do you know, I think you’re the only companion who’s ever payed attention to me even the slightest bit when I told them 'don't wander off'?”

Community: [ profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 236 - What does respect mean to you?
Word Count: 193
Author's Note: In order of appearance: The SJA crew; Bart Allen (er, no comment.); Dennis Creevey; Ace; K-9; and Mr. Bimble.
ladyoftime: (Doctor and TARDIS)
Having a row with your TARDIS is not an advisable thing to do for many reasons, one of the least of which is your TARDIS could make it very difficult to locate your own bedroom. You could be unceremoniously dumped into the heart of a sun, for example, or tossed into the middle of a civil war over the rights of jellyfish to bear arms. The thing was, after finding herself in the Cactus Room for the twenty-second consecutive time, the Doctor was simply not awake enough to consider how lucky she was her TARDIS had not chosen a more painful avenue of revenge.

“All right,” she finally decided, “if you’re going to be petty about it, I’ll find someplace else.” Gathering up her dignity, she marched towards the Console room.

After a few minutes, she climbed out of the pool and dripped chlorinated water all the way to the back door.

And so it goes. )

Community: [ profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 222 - sleeping on the couch
Word Count: 863
Note: With apologies to [ profile] ki2k for not getting him in the text. He's in between the lines, schlepping the Doctor from location to location, and she appreciates it muchly.


Dec. 28th, 2007 04:07 pm
ladyoftime: (Luke Smith has two mums!)
Go read! It has Luke and Dennis and Eleven! And singing while upside down in chains!
ladyoftime: (the smiling icon)

A sweet, heavy scent filled the TARDIS the moment the Doctor opened the door. Outside, flowers grew wherever there was room; the bushes, the trees, and the ground were covered in them, creating a rainbow patchwork that went as far as the eye could see.

The Doctor strode into them and turned for a moment to simply take it in. “What do you notice?”

Diane followed her out. Something akin to a red carnation brushed her leg. “The sky is purple.”

“Yes, it is. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The Doctor agreed and stuck her hands into her trouser pockets. “It’s spring here. Come winter the planet packs up its colours and even the sky goes grey, but now, now is the best time.”

“All right.” Diane tugged her silk scarf away from her face as the wind blew it astray. “What are we here for?”

The Doctor rolled her sleeves up past the elbow and used her customary scarf to tie her hair back. “Gardening!”

“Gardening,” Diane repeated calmly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“The TARDIS’s esfodelia-“ The Doctor nodded to a patch of peculiar flowers surrounding a small pond of water, “-that’s these- have hit a nasty patch. When they die, I want others ready to replace them.” From somewhere in the endless recesses of her jacket, she produced two pairs of gloves made of a clear, cool felt material, and a few gardening tools of alien origin. “As I said: gardening!”

Five Times the Doctor Visited the Third Planet of Floria in her Eleventh Incarnation )

Community: [ profile] oncoming_storms
Prompt: 1.12 - time and tide wait for no man
Word Count: 1,114
Author's Note: Firstly: Dennis Creevey (the guest star in the fourth segment) is respectfully borrowed from [ profile] kingcreevey, where I expect he will return after readings. Give the lad a hand, folks, and please throw in a few sickles to buy him chocolate frogs. Thank you.

Secondly, to clear up any confusion: The Rani who appears in this fic is the-Rani-as-portrayed-by-Suzie-Plakson, who has shown up in a few other Eleven!fics, and not [ profile] renegadeinexile. She's prettier and not ginger.
ladyoftime: (you're driving me crazy)
In Which Dennis and Eleven Babysit the Doctor )

Community: [ profile] oncoming_storms
Prompt: 1.3 - Scary Monsters
Word Count: 231

Author's Note: Dennis Creevey borrowed from [ profile] kingcreevey with permission, and Five-Year-Old!Ten from [ profile] rude_not_ginger. Inspired by this, and Dennis's Companionverse.
With apologies to MJ for making her pup the monster of this prompt, but really, what's scarier than a five-year-old Ten?


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