Title: Icebergs and bunnies.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before season 6.
Summary: She can’t stop giggling.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Back in 2010, I wrote The apple, the salt & the flying penguins. This time, it’s 11 and Amy’s turn. It’s quick, silly and I hope it fits the day.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC & Steven Moffat; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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He turns the paper upside down, sideways and reads it from left to right and right to left. The bunny, he decides, is mocking him.
Yes, he nods faintly, definitely mocking. Looking at the word search in such a way!
Amy sits opposite, her chin cushioned by her hand as she leans forward, her elbow on her knee.
He leans on the rail, beside her, and narrows his eyes. He lets the paper drift to the floor. “Oh,” he regards her closely, “ha. Ha.”
She can’t help the laugh that bubbles freely, her face brightening.
“Did you really think I’d fall for it?” He crosses his arms, his lower lip slightly protruding.
Amy almost falls from the chair.
“If you think I did,” he continues, pushing away from the rail, “I’ve got an iceberg to show you.”
She tries to sober her expression, stop the laughter that lights her eyes. “Really?”
“How do you feel about 1978?”
About to answer, she giggles again when her gaze falls on the discarded paper on the floor.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before season 6.
Summary: She can’t stop giggling.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Back in 2010, I wrote The apple, the salt & the flying penguins. This time, it’s 11 and Amy’s turn. It’s quick, silly and I hope it fits the day.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC & Steven Moffat; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
He turns the paper upside down, sideways and reads it from left to right and right to left. The bunny, he decides, is mocking him.
Yes, he nods faintly, definitely mocking. Looking at the word search in such a way!
Amy sits opposite, her chin cushioned by her hand as she leans forward, her elbow on her knee.
He leans on the rail, beside her, and narrows his eyes. He lets the paper drift to the floor. “Oh,” he regards her closely, “ha. Ha.”
She can’t help the laugh that bubbles freely, her face brightening.
“Did you really think I’d fall for it?” He crosses his arms, his lower lip slightly protruding.
Amy almost falls from the chair.
“If you think I did,” he continues, pushing away from the rail, “I’ve got an iceberg to show you.”
She tries to sober her expression, stop the laughter that lights her eyes. “Really?”
“How do you feel about 1978?”
About to answer, she giggles again when her gaze falls on the discarded paper on the floor.
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