ladyoftime: (jiggery pokery)
“There’s a set of rules for this,” Bones says. “An entire set of rules in the Prime Directive that expressly forbid anything even remotely like what we’re doing now. And that’s not even getting into the court-martialable offenses.”

The Doctor doesn’t deign to respond at first, being a little too distracted breaking the Enterprise’s warp core with cherry chewing gum and a ball of twine. “You mean the same ones that ought to be preventing you from gallivanting around the timeline with a member of an extinct race?”

Bones clears his throat loudly and adjusts the collar of his uniform. “That’s them.”

She beams at him before returning to the task at hand. “Just checking.”

These are the Voyages... )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 294 - Passing
Word count: 625
Author's note: [livejournal.com profile] do_it_in_three was going to get a trailer for his guest appearance, but instead all he gets is this author's note. [livejournal.com profile] curedrainydays doesn't get anything because he's mine.
ladyoftime: (you know you want it)

Community: [info]theatrical_muse
Prompt: 291 - Take someone out.
Word count: 1,764
Author's note: O HAI I FINALLY WROTE THAT FUN!FIC WITH BONES I KEPT PROMISING.



One of the quirks of traveling with the Doctor is that you never know quite where you’re going to land. It’s one of the many variables that adds excitement, that influx of adrenaline when you step outside the TARDIS and realize that anything, anything at all, could happen.

 

“I don’t know how the hell you got a license to drive that thing.”

 

The Doctor sucks in a breath sharply and blows it out in the general direction of her traveling companion; it momentarily freezes in the icy air drifting through the open TARDIS door. Outside, the wasteland of frozen ground and gray-white sky makes for a bleak sight. “I could always let you have the controls next time, if you think you could do better.”

 

Bones slips a heavily insulated jacket over his blue medical tunic and smirks at her. “Far be it from me to contradict a lady.”

 

“Of course n–“

 

She cuts off in the middle of her retort, abruptly diving for the floor of the TARDIS. Bones crosses his arms, having recently decided he refuses to be startled by her random moments of distraction anymore. Too much potential for attention whiplash. “What is it?”

 

She waves a couple pair of shoes in the air with all the triumph of the Olympic torch-bearer. “Ice-skating!”

 

Refusing to be startled, however, is not the same as being immune to becoming completely flabbergasted. “What?”

 

The Doctor has already begun tugging off her left boot, pausing in her task only long enough to toss a set of ice skates to Bones. He catches the pair reflexively, coming within an inch of slicing his hand on the energy blades. “There’s miles of ice out there. Haven’t you ever been skating?”

 

“Well, no,” he admits, “not for a long– “

 

The Doctors' Traveling Show )
ladyoftime: (Luke Smith has two mums!)
“Do you know,” she said thoughtfully, “this may be one of the best pies I’ve ever had?”

All around, customers of all shapes and sizes were settled into the diner for lunch, eating sandwiches and soup and chatting amiably with each other about their days so far and what they’d watched on the telly last night and the good-looking chap in that table over there, is he looking at me? No, don’t look! The waitresses were done up in rather fifties style, smiling and saying honey and wearing just a little bit too much makeup. It was slightly overcast outside, with just enough of a part in the clouds for a bit of sun to peek through.

Luke tugged on her shirt sleeve worriedly. 'You know this isn’t real, don’t you?' )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 257 - Specious
Word Count: 803
ladyoftime: (is the Doctor gonna have to smack a Dale)
The thing about the door was that she couldn’t remember it ever having been there before.

It certainly looked like your perfectly average door, with a knob and very definite sides and a solid feel to it, but it definitely wasn’t, and hadn’t ever been, a part of the TARDIS.

So, naturally, she opened it.

It should have been architecturally impossible to have a room literally shaped like the romanticized human idea of a heart, but somehow, the room beyond the door was. And what made it really disconcerting was the room itself was decorated with more heart-themed items than she had ever realised existed: heart-shaped tables, couches, lamps, even a hot tub and in the centre of the room-

Q, lounging in silk pajamas on a heart-shaped bed.

She glowered. “Q.”

'Ah, ah,' he said, raising a finger to his lips theatrically. 'Don’t speak, mon Docteur. Just let me look at you. Have I told you look ravishing in pink?' )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 215 - Seduction. Have you ever seduced someone or has anyone ever seduced you?
Word Count: 653
Note: SEt, er, before the Star Trek: Voyager episode Q and the Grey, or something.
ladyoftime: (facebook)
The Doctor poked her head out of the TARDIS carefully. The distress signal she’d picked up had definitely come from here, but there weren’t any obvious signs of distress. On the contrary, everyone here seemed to be having a marvelous time.

She’d landed in an elegant restaurant, surrounded by white tablecloths and flickering candlelight over engraved golden holders. As she took this in, her eye caught on one diner a few feet to her right. His face was covered by a menu, but he looked like- but it couldn’t be, not again-

He set his menu down, a smile gracing his features. “I’m so glad you could make it, Doctor, I was worried I’d have to order without you.”

A groan. “Q. What is this?”

“Don’t tell me you’d forgotten, mon Docteur,” he pouted. “I do so hate to be forgotten.”

She crossed her arms and stared him down. “I’d have to have known about this to forget it.”

Unaffected, he smiled in the face of her glare. “Didn’t you get the invitation? No matter, you’re here now. Shall we start with an appetizer or go straight to the main course?”

“I’m not hungry.”

He pouted again. “I’m going to feel slighted if you keep this up, Doctor. Why do I inspire such distrust in you?”

“It’s a knack of yours, I suppose.”

'What would it take to overcome this wall you’ve put up between us? I know!' He brightened and snapped his fingers. There was a brief flash of light- she suspected it was mainly for show- and then they had a third guest.' )

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 208 - Four
Word Count: 709
Guest starring: the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, and Q!
ladyoftime: (the Ninish icon)
The Doctor frowned. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, don’t play the fool with me, Doctor.” He watched her with an air of smugness, as if he’d won something. “You must want something. I’m willing to give it to you.”

“Ah.” He was wearing the coat and scarf she’d favoured in her third regeneration; on him, it was disconcerting. “And what do you want in return?”

“Nothing much. Just your charming presence on a profitable venture.” He reclined back onto a chair that hadn’t been there a second ago and rested his legs on the console carelessly. “I’ve been watching you. You’re almost as fun as Jean-Luc and Kathy.”

'Who?' )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 196 - Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?
Word Count: 725

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