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ladyoftimeHaving 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.
Going to Dennis might not have been one of her more brilliant plans, but at least it was a plan. And she’d snuck her way into the Gryffindor Common Room with a minimum of difficulty, which she considered rather a good sign. The rest of it couldn’t be that hard, could it?
After being ousted by the stairs to his dormitory for the umpteenth time, she began throwing rocks and bits of a poor petrified cricket at his door. It felt a bit silly, but eventually he did come, and after she’d explained things to him, he hopped down the stairs with a set of blankets and a pillow for her.
“It could be like a sleepover! Only you’re down here and I’m upstairs!” he said. “I can make the pillow fluffier for you if you want!”
“No, Dennis, that’s quite all right,“ she tried to say.
Sleeping on a bed of roses is all well and good in theory, but just try it for one night and see how your back feels in the morning.
“Harry!” the Doctor said. “Look, I can see you’re busy so I’ll make this quick, but I was wondering if perhaps-“
“Mph!” Harry said.
“Well, there’s no need to be rude about it,” she huffed.
“Pmfhph, fwl oo fweph ee daumf?”
“That was completely uncalled for, Harry. By the way, did you know you’ve been tied up?”
“PMGHPHF!”
“No, it’s quite all right, I’ll see myself out. I’ll come back when you’re in a better mood.”
“Sarah?”
The lack of, well, anything in the house was, to put it frankly, worrisome. It wasn’t just the furniture gone- it was the carpets, the wallpaper, glass panes in the windows, everything. “Sarah?” she repeated, louder, just in case.
“Doctor?” Sarah answered quizzically, entering the room from the right.
“Doctor?” Sarah answered quizzically, entering the room from the left.
“Bugger,” the Doctor said.
“Ace!” the Doctor said, pulling the younger woman into a rib-crushing hug. “My best friend! How long has it been? You don’t look a day older over eighteen, you know. Are you sure you’re not aging in reverse?”
Once she could breathe without severe pain, Ace asked, “What did you break, Professor?”
“Absolutely nothing!” she said. “Well, I might’ve run into something large and valuable-looking on the way in. You don’t mind, do you? It’s just that I was in a hurry…” She turned a pout on Ace, who rolled her eyes.
“Enough of that, Professor. What do you want?”
She beamed. “Just a night on your couch, no trouble or interfering, I promise! Ooh, is that a pterodactyl?”
“I am the Master,” he said, “and you will obey-“
“Oh, shut up,” she said irritably. “Some people have the courtesy not hypnotize their guests while they’re trying to sleep.”
The Doctor and the TARDIS eyed each other in a manner reminiscent of a cowboy-style showdown. She took a step forward; the TARDIS adjusted its coordinates exactly one step back. Her finger twitched towards her TARDIS key; the TARDIS let out a whine high enough to pop eardrums.
“This is ridiculous.” The Doctor sighed, and raised her voice. “Listen, old girl, we can’t go on like this forever. Look, I didn’t know that monkey was going to mess up your controls, and if I had, I would’ve worked harder at keeping it out. But you can hardly blame me for that, can you?”
What the TARDIS distinctly did not say was yes, yes, it could.
The Doctor slumped. “I haven’t had a decent hour’s sleep for six days, did you know that?”
Playing the sympathy card would not work, the TARDIS did not reply.
“Think of all the good times we’ve had…”
A disgruntled whine from the engines intimated that bringing up past adventures was a low and dirty move.
“All right!” she said finally, throwing her hands up in the air in surrender. “I’m sorry! Are you happy now?!”
The door unlocked itself and slid open with a distinct air of smugness.
“I don’t know why I put up with you, I really don’t,” the Doctor said with a deep sigh, patting the door jamb fondly on the way in. “Still, after all these years, it’d be a shame to break off the relationship now.”
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Prompt: 222 - sleeping on the couch
Word Count: 863
Note: With apologies to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
“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.
Going to Dennis might not have been one of her more brilliant plans, but at least it was a plan. And she’d snuck her way into the Gryffindor Common Room with a minimum of difficulty, which she considered rather a good sign. The rest of it couldn’t be that hard, could it?
After being ousted by the stairs to his dormitory for the umpteenth time, she began throwing rocks and bits of a poor petrified cricket at his door. It felt a bit silly, but eventually he did come, and after she’d explained things to him, he hopped down the stairs with a set of blankets and a pillow for her.
“It could be like a sleepover! Only you’re down here and I’m upstairs!” he said. “I can make the pillow fluffier for you if you want!”
“No, Dennis, that’s quite all right,“ she tried to say.
Sleeping on a bed of roses is all well and good in theory, but just try it for one night and see how your back feels in the morning.
“Harry!” the Doctor said. “Look, I can see you’re busy so I’ll make this quick, but I was wondering if perhaps-“
“Mph!” Harry said.
“Well, there’s no need to be rude about it,” she huffed.
“Pmfhph, fwl oo fweph ee daumf?”
“That was completely uncalled for, Harry. By the way, did you know you’ve been tied up?”
“PMGHPHF!”
“No, it’s quite all right, I’ll see myself out. I’ll come back when you’re in a better mood.”
“Sarah?”
The lack of, well, anything in the house was, to put it frankly, worrisome. It wasn’t just the furniture gone- it was the carpets, the wallpaper, glass panes in the windows, everything. “Sarah?” she repeated, louder, just in case.
“Doctor?” Sarah answered quizzically, entering the room from the right.
“Doctor?” Sarah answered quizzically, entering the room from the left.
“Bugger,” the Doctor said.
“Ace!” the Doctor said, pulling the younger woman into a rib-crushing hug. “My best friend! How long has it been? You don’t look a day older over eighteen, you know. Are you sure you’re not aging in reverse?”
Once she could breathe without severe pain, Ace asked, “What did you break, Professor?”
“Absolutely nothing!” she said. “Well, I might’ve run into something large and valuable-looking on the way in. You don’t mind, do you? It’s just that I was in a hurry…” She turned a pout on Ace, who rolled her eyes.
“Enough of that, Professor. What do you want?”
She beamed. “Just a night on your couch, no trouble or interfering, I promise! Ooh, is that a pterodactyl?”
“I am the Master,” he said, “and you will obey-“
“Oh, shut up,” she said irritably. “Some people have the courtesy not hypnotize their guests while they’re trying to sleep.”
The Doctor and the TARDIS eyed each other in a manner reminiscent of a cowboy-style showdown. She took a step forward; the TARDIS adjusted its coordinates exactly one step back. Her finger twitched towards her TARDIS key; the TARDIS let out a whine high enough to pop eardrums.
“This is ridiculous.” The Doctor sighed, and raised her voice. “Listen, old girl, we can’t go on like this forever. Look, I didn’t know that monkey was going to mess up your controls, and if I had, I would’ve worked harder at keeping it out. But you can hardly blame me for that, can you?”
What the TARDIS distinctly did not say was yes, yes, it could.
The Doctor slumped. “I haven’t had a decent hour’s sleep for six days, did you know that?”
Playing the sympathy card would not work, the TARDIS did not reply.
“Think of all the good times we’ve had…”
A disgruntled whine from the engines intimated that bringing up past adventures was a low and dirty move.
“All right!” she said finally, throwing her hands up in the air in surrender. “I’m sorry! Are you happy now?!”
The door unlocked itself and slid open with a distinct air of smugness.
“I don’t know why I put up with you, I really don’t,” the Doctor said with a deep sigh, patting the door jamb fondly on the way in. “Still, after all these years, it’d be a shame to break off the relationship now.”
Community:
theatrical_musePrompt: 222 - sleeping on the couch
Word Count: 863
Note: With apologies to
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.
