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ladyoftimeThe 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?”
“Some of those humans you like so much.” She opened her mouth to protest having known either of them; he waved a hand, silencing her voice. “I could introduce you to them sometime. We could make it our second date.”
“Date?” she repeated, gently rubbing her forehead. She was getting a headache- not only from his manner, which was bad enough, but from his presence. He appeared in the TARDIS without any apparent means of transport, and that did not happen. The TARDIS was all but screaming warnings in her head.
“Well, if you want to put it that way. I could wear a suit, you could wear a dress, we could spend the night in space, dancing to romantic strings section while the stars burn themselves out around us. I know,” he said, face lighting up as he snapped his fingers. “A tango.”
She carefully extracted a thornless red rose from between her teeth and tugged on the skirt of the evening gown. “Absolutely not.”
He pouted at her. “No? Well, maybe not on the first date.” Her clothing returned to it’s original, non-dressy state. He swung his legs off the console to lean towards her. His voice dropped in pitch, gained intensity. “There are universes even you can’t begin to imagine, Doctor. Don’t tell me you think you can pass that up.”
She ignored that for the moment, choosing instead to focus on getting answers. “What are you?”
“Guess.”
She didn’t have a lot of choices that fit what, if he was telling the truth, he appeared to be capable of. “An Eternal.”
Her mysterious guest pulled a face. “What, them? Do you really think I could be one of them? No imagination. And have you seen their DNA? They started out even more primitive than the humans. I’m Q.” He snapped his fingers; a small galaxy blossomed in the space between them, beautiful and full of life. “I haven’t got all day. Let’s get on with your wish, so we can have some fun. What do you want?”
She forced herself not to be transfixed by the pulsating galaxy. “Nothing.”
“I don’t believe that for a minute. Think of it, Doctor. You can have those little humans that you liked so much. You can have absolute knowledge, or complete ignorance in which to really enjoy the universe.” He paused meaningfully. “You can have Gallifrey back.”
For a moment, she imagined it. Gallifrey, proud and strong as it once was. Gleaming spiral towers, its silver leaves burning with the suns. The Time Lords, returned to the universe. Susan and Koschei and Romana, alive and well. Everything she wanted, collapsed into one wish.
Offered by an unknown creature of immense power. Q or an Eternal, there were some things beyond even the scope of a Time Lord. “No.”
His face betrayed his stupefaction before he could gather himself. He stood, his chair vanishing the moment it ceased to be used. “Fine.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly. “But don’t think I’ve given up on you, mon Docteur.” He vanished with a controlled flash of light. The Doctor closed her eyes briefly, unwilling to be relieved until the TARDIS had confirmed he was well and truly gone.
When she opened them, the console room was filled with vases containing every type of flower in existence in every hue imaginable. She raised her hand to her forehead for a second time and discovered she was holding a small white card with flowing letters engraved in gold.
θΣ. ‘In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.’ Q.
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Prompt: 196 - Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?
Word Count: 725
“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?”
“Some of those humans you like so much.” She opened her mouth to protest having known either of them; he waved a hand, silencing her voice. “I could introduce you to them sometime. We could make it our second date.”
“Date?” she repeated, gently rubbing her forehead. She was getting a headache- not only from his manner, which was bad enough, but from his presence. He appeared in the TARDIS without any apparent means of transport, and that did not happen. The TARDIS was all but screaming warnings in her head.
“Well, if you want to put it that way. I could wear a suit, you could wear a dress, we could spend the night in space, dancing to romantic strings section while the stars burn themselves out around us. I know,” he said, face lighting up as he snapped his fingers. “A tango.”
She carefully extracted a thornless red rose from between her teeth and tugged on the skirt of the evening gown. “Absolutely not.”
He pouted at her. “No? Well, maybe not on the first date.” Her clothing returned to it’s original, non-dressy state. He swung his legs off the console to lean towards her. His voice dropped in pitch, gained intensity. “There are universes even you can’t begin to imagine, Doctor. Don’t tell me you think you can pass that up.”
She ignored that for the moment, choosing instead to focus on getting answers. “What are you?”
“Guess.”
She didn’t have a lot of choices that fit what, if he was telling the truth, he appeared to be capable of. “An Eternal.”
Her mysterious guest pulled a face. “What, them? Do you really think I could be one of them? No imagination. And have you seen their DNA? They started out even more primitive than the humans. I’m Q.” He snapped his fingers; a small galaxy blossomed in the space between them, beautiful and full of life. “I haven’t got all day. Let’s get on with your wish, so we can have some fun. What do you want?”
She forced herself not to be transfixed by the pulsating galaxy. “Nothing.”
“I don’t believe that for a minute. Think of it, Doctor. You can have those little humans that you liked so much. You can have absolute knowledge, or complete ignorance in which to really enjoy the universe.” He paused meaningfully. “You can have Gallifrey back.”
For a moment, she imagined it. Gallifrey, proud and strong as it once was. Gleaming spiral towers, its silver leaves burning with the suns. The Time Lords, returned to the universe. Susan and Koschei and Romana, alive and well. Everything she wanted, collapsed into one wish.
Offered by an unknown creature of immense power. Q or an Eternal, there were some things beyond even the scope of a Time Lord. “No.”
His face betrayed his stupefaction before he could gather himself. He stood, his chair vanishing the moment it ceased to be used. “Fine.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly. “But don’t think I’ve given up on you, mon Docteur.” He vanished with a controlled flash of light. The Doctor closed her eyes briefly, unwilling to be relieved until the TARDIS had confirmed he was well and truly gone.
When she opened them, the console room was filled with vases containing every type of flower in existence in every hue imaginable. She raised her hand to her forehead for a second time and discovered she was holding a small white card with flowing letters engraved in gold.
θΣ. ‘In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.’ Q.
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theatrical_musePrompt: 196 - Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?
Word Count: 725
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OOC
Date: 2007-09-27 09:38 pm (UTC)*applause*
Re: OOC
Date: 2007-09-28 01:47 am (UTC)Eleven, by the way, wants to know if Ten could use some flowers. Like... a few dozen.
Re: OOC
Date: 2007-09-28 06:19 am (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2007-09-28 07:53 pm (UTC)