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ladyoftimeShe was, the Doctor thought glumly, losing her touch.
It all started when a certain speedster with a fondness for red-and-yellow stumbled into the TARDIS. Well, she thought stumbled: ran. Superspeed. That should’ve tipped her off, really. It’s not that she has anything against humans with special abilities, quite brilliant, really, probably the result of some alien DNA down the line somewhere showing itself, but this?
This was ridiculous. Really, she didn’t think it was possible, running off and getting into trouble before she could even spit out the ‘D’ of ‘Don’t run off’. Which just goes to show, she thought glumly, no one listened to her anymore.
“Hey, Doc,” that speedster was saying now, “We gonna escape or are we gonna just lie around here until they come back with those acid vats again?”
As if he wasn’t the one who lost her lock picks and the laser spanner and that oddly shaped key that really wouldn’t have helped but she’d grown quite fond of anyway. “I’m open to suggestions, if you have any,” she snapped.
Silence.
“I thought so. D’you know, this dungeon quite reminds me of one I was imprisoned in, oooh, must’ve been six hundred years ago now. The acoustics are quite similar. Spent most of my time in there whistling, and believe me, those guards had quite possibly the most sophisticated concert of their lives that night-“
She could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “I’m sure they did, Doc.”
Really, she thought huffily, teenagers these days. No respect for their elders. She should never have insisted the guards not gag him, for all the good letting his mouth loose did her. She’d have to talk with them about that. From the sound of those footsteps, it wouldn’t be long.
“D’you know,” she said, “despite everything, you’re really not all that bad. Sure, you could use a little patience and possibly keep your mouth shut and follow directions once in a while, and you do have that slightly worrying tendency to get electrocuted, but-“
The door opened, and a blonde clad in army green hauled a pair of unconscious guards inside. “Hello, Mum.”
The Doctor beamed. “That’s my girl. Untie me, will you? I think we can wrap this little disaster up without knocking any more people out if we work fast-“
Jenny walked directly past the Doctor, stopping in front of Bart. “Hello, Jay,” she said, planting a kiss on the boy’s lips before getting to work unlocking his chains. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”
“What?” the Doctor said.
The lock clicked open, and Bart rubbed his feet, trying to work some blood back into them. “Yeah, well, I try to keep up with current events.”
“What?” she repeated.
Jenny giggled in a disturbingly teenage girl manner. “Could you run Mum out while I sort out the rest of this place?”
The Doctor gaped, barely maintaining enough cognitive coherence to rattle her own chains irritably. “Hello? Still here? The Doctor?”
“Sure thing,” Bart said, and Jenny dropped the key in his hand. She turned to the Doctor and flashed her a brilliant smile.
“We’ll talk later, Mum, promise.”
And left.
The second Bart was close enough with the key, the Doctor snatched it from him irritably and unlocked the chains herself. “And don’t think any of that ‘you’re not really all that bad’ rot will save you now that I know you’re dating my daughter.”
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Prompt: 239 - Hair(y situation)
Word Count: 571
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It all started when a certain speedster with a fondness for red-and-yellow stumbled into the TARDIS. Well, she thought stumbled: ran. Superspeed. That should’ve tipped her off, really. It’s not that she has anything against humans with special abilities, quite brilliant, really, probably the result of some alien DNA down the line somewhere showing itself, but this?
This was ridiculous. Really, she didn’t think it was possible, running off and getting into trouble before she could even spit out the ‘D’ of ‘Don’t run off’. Which just goes to show, she thought glumly, no one listened to her anymore.
“Hey, Doc,” that speedster was saying now, “We gonna escape or are we gonna just lie around here until they come back with those acid vats again?”
As if he wasn’t the one who lost her lock picks and the laser spanner and that oddly shaped key that really wouldn’t have helped but she’d grown quite fond of anyway. “I’m open to suggestions, if you have any,” she snapped.
Silence.
“I thought so. D’you know, this dungeon quite reminds me of one I was imprisoned in, oooh, must’ve been six hundred years ago now. The acoustics are quite similar. Spent most of my time in there whistling, and believe me, those guards had quite possibly the most sophisticated concert of their lives that night-“
She could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “I’m sure they did, Doc.”
Really, she thought huffily, teenagers these days. No respect for their elders. She should never have insisted the guards not gag him, for all the good letting his mouth loose did her. She’d have to talk with them about that. From the sound of those footsteps, it wouldn’t be long.
“D’you know,” she said, “despite everything, you’re really not all that bad. Sure, you could use a little patience and possibly keep your mouth shut and follow directions once in a while, and you do have that slightly worrying tendency to get electrocuted, but-“
The door opened, and a blonde clad in army green hauled a pair of unconscious guards inside. “Hello, Mum.”
The Doctor beamed. “That’s my girl. Untie me, will you? I think we can wrap this little disaster up without knocking any more people out if we work fast-“
Jenny walked directly past the Doctor, stopping in front of Bart. “Hello, Jay,” she said, planting a kiss on the boy’s lips before getting to work unlocking his chains. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”
“What?” the Doctor said.
The lock clicked open, and Bart rubbed his feet, trying to work some blood back into them. “Yeah, well, I try to keep up with current events.”
“What?” she repeated.
Jenny giggled in a disturbingly teenage girl manner. “Could you run Mum out while I sort out the rest of this place?”
The Doctor gaped, barely maintaining enough cognitive coherence to rattle her own chains irritably. “Hello? Still here? The Doctor?”
“Sure thing,” Bart said, and Jenny dropped the key in his hand. She turned to the Doctor and flashed her a brilliant smile.
“We’ll talk later, Mum, promise.”
And left.
The second Bart was close enough with the key, the Doctor snatched it from him irritably and unlocked the chains herself. “And don’t think any of that ‘you’re not really all that bad’ rot will save you now that I know you’re dating my daughter.”
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theatrical_musePrompt: 239 - Hair(y situation)
Word Count: 571
Author's Note: Um, yes. Set in Milliways continuity, more or less, with added Eleven. Crossover is Smallville, written with permission of
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