ladyoftime: (the smiling icon)
i.

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: [livejournal.com 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 [livejournal.com 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 [livejournal.com profile] renegadeinexile. She's prettier and not ginger.
ladyoftime: (the TARDIS icon)
The TARDIS drifted, spinning through the Time Vortex with no set destination. The Doctor was among the scores of books stored in the TARDIS library. She’d had a few adventures recently, and the time in between them and her next adventure seemed like a good time to take a break and catch up on a few novels she had recently picked up in her travels. She had been enjoying them up until the point when a distress signal piped through the TARDIS, loud and insistent. The Doctor sighed. “Oh, all right. And I was just getting to the good part.”


The source of the distress signal was a junker. Complete rubbish. The Doctor registered surprise that it was capable of sending out a signal more than two feet, much less to a ship drifting through the Time Vortex. Nevertheless, she dutifully set coordinates for the ship and soon materialized in a dark storeroom filled with dusty, dilapidated spare mechanical parts.

Rest Under Cut )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] oncoming_storms
Prompt: 1.2, "Distress Signal"
Word Count: 1,087
Rating: G

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