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ladyoftimeShe blinked, once, twice.
Raised a hand, cautiously.
Her dress rustled. Not unusual in itself, if she had an idea where she’d gotten it. Or why it was coated with dust, or why the room was dark and mouldy, and- oh yes- why it was, exactly, that there was a chap with his lips still over hers.
It’s the little things, she thought.
After a little bit of scrabbling about, she managed to lay her hands on a rather large bit of rotting bedpost and hit him with it. It made quite an impressive crack, if she did say so herself. At any rate, it got the man’s attention.
“Pardon me,” the Doctor said briskly and very, very calmly, “but would you mind telling me what it is you think you’re doing?”
The man- who bore an unsettling resemblance to a fish, now that she had a proper look at him- opened and closed his mouth once, twice, three times before finally managing words. “Rescuing you, of course.”
“Ah. And from what, exactly?”
“The castle’s been asleep for a hundred years, and the thorns-“
“Ah,” she said, holding a hand up. “A basic protected stasis chamber. Someone didn’t account for dust and dirt, I see. Amateur mistake. No matter, I think I see what’s happened.” As the man boggled at her, she found the nearest window and rapped on glass that wasn’t there. “Hello?”
A voice echoed back, slow and sleepy and confused. Hello?
“Would you mind dreaming a little bit quieter? Some of us are trying to have a decent half-hour’s sleep, and it’s no good if someone else’s dreams are getting all mixed up with mine.”
Oh, I beg your pardon.
“Thank you. Though, you might want to adjust for some of the logistics. I mean, there’s cobwebs in my hair. My hair! I’m just saying you might want to seal the castle up a little better. And have you ever considered that maybe the poor woman wouldn’t want to wake up to some bloody great oaf- no offense intended- kissing her? I mean, I wouldn’t consider this much of a happy ending.”
...
“All right, all right. Just return me to my dreams and we’ll say no more of it.”
The Doctor hit the ground running from a pack of angry Judoon and one very grumpy six-year-old boy scout.
Happy endings are, after all, a matter of opinion.
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Prompt: 244 - "That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings."
Word Count: 401
Author's Note: I have no excuse, really. Except maybe one too many Disney movies.
Raised a hand, cautiously.
Her dress rustled. Not unusual in itself, if she had an idea where she’d gotten it. Or why it was coated with dust, or why the room was dark and mouldy, and- oh yes- why it was, exactly, that there was a chap with his lips still over hers.
It’s the little things, she thought.
After a little bit of scrabbling about, she managed to lay her hands on a rather large bit of rotting bedpost and hit him with it. It made quite an impressive crack, if she did say so herself. At any rate, it got the man’s attention.
“Pardon me,” the Doctor said briskly and very, very calmly, “but would you mind telling me what it is you think you’re doing?”
The man- who bore an unsettling resemblance to a fish, now that she had a proper look at him- opened and closed his mouth once, twice, three times before finally managing words. “Rescuing you, of course.”
“Ah. And from what, exactly?”
“The castle’s been asleep for a hundred years, and the thorns-“
“Ah,” she said, holding a hand up. “A basic protected stasis chamber. Someone didn’t account for dust and dirt, I see. Amateur mistake. No matter, I think I see what’s happened.” As the man boggled at her, she found the nearest window and rapped on glass that wasn’t there. “Hello?”
A voice echoed back, slow and sleepy and confused. Hello?
“Would you mind dreaming a little bit quieter? Some of us are trying to have a decent half-hour’s sleep, and it’s no good if someone else’s dreams are getting all mixed up with mine.”
Oh, I beg your pardon.
“Thank you. Though, you might want to adjust for some of the logistics. I mean, there’s cobwebs in my hair. My hair! I’m just saying you might want to seal the castle up a little better. And have you ever considered that maybe the poor woman wouldn’t want to wake up to some bloody great oaf- no offense intended- kissing her? I mean, I wouldn’t consider this much of a happy ending.”
...
“All right, all right. Just return me to my dreams and we’ll say no more of it.”
The Doctor hit the ground running from a pack of angry Judoon and one very grumpy six-year-old boy scout.
Happy endings are, after all, a matter of opinion.
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theatrical_musePrompt: 244 - "That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings."
Word Count: 401
Author's Note: I have no excuse, really. Except maybe one too many Disney movies.
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