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12 March 2011 @ 04:32 pm
Fic: ‘Not now. Not today.’  
Title: Not now. Not today.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Sometime during season 5, before Vampires of Venice.
Summary: It’s not a conversation he wants to have.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

This popped into mind today when lounging around today. Two or three different versions wrote themselves and then ... I wrote something completely different from those versions but which utilised aspects of them, small snippets that stayed in mind while I wrote. Small stuff I didn’t wanna lose.

As for spoilers, as far as I know, there are none unless you’ve not seen season 5 of Doctor Who. Or any of the Doctor Who modern series at all.


Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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“How about it Doctor?”

“How about what?” He glanced up from where he lay under the TARDIS console, goggles accentuating the size of his eyes from normal to very, very large.

“You and me, growing old together while we travel in the TARDIS?”

He froze, studying her intently. “What about ...?” His hand sketched Rory’s nose; very pointy and beaky, he always felt.

“I can always come back,” she pointed out. “You did say this was a time machine.”

He slid out from under the console, momentarily taming his wild hair by pushing his goggles up and letting them sit atop his head. When had he last heard those words, that they could travel, growing old together?

Rose. His heart wrenched; they were going to travel together forever, she’d proclaimed. Donna. Another wrench; she’d said the same thing, but with different intent. “How about,” he stood, darting up the stairs, “we go to a planet where the people are big bouncy, bouncy balls? Won’t take us long—”

“Doctor ...?”

“Did I say big? I meant huge!” Buttons were pressed, lights blurred.

“Doctor, what—did you say huge?”

He grinned, looking over at her. “A whole planet of huge bouncy balls!” He turned, leaning back against the console with his arms crossed.

And he grinned.

He knew it was a conversation he’d have to have with her eventually, about how no one stayed forever in the TARDIS, about how – eventually – they left to live their own lives. About how, sometimes, they were lost. But it was not a conversation he wanted to have today.

Not today.

He glanced at the console, where a pink sweater had once been tossed, and shook his head slightly. Luckily, Amy hadn’t caught sight of the action.

“Hey!” He was punched on the arm. “Is it hot, cold ...?”

“Like Rio,” he informed her. “The planet, not the city.”

Clapped hands were brought before her lips and she bounced on the balls of her feet. “I know what to wear!” She announced and darted beyond the console.

“Don’t forget the running!” He called, turning back to the console.

She stopped herself by grabbing the edge of the doorway. “I never,” she drily told him, “forget the running!” Then, she vanished from view.

He smiled, weakly, and began to check various readings on the console. Something flashed yellow at him and he glanced up. “Uh, Amy? About that weather ...”
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on March 13th, 2011 10:02 am (UTC)
Oh beautiful. Beautiful capturing of the doctor and Amy! He's always been a master of avoidance; except possibly during his 10th incarnation.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on March 13th, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you.