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03 May 2010 @ 11:12 pm
Fic: ‘No more stopping to smell the roses.’  
Title: No more stopping to smell the roses.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Sometime after Victory of the Daleks (season 5, episode 3) but before episode 4, season 5 (Time of the Angels).
Summary: It was one way to get out of the small days.

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

I wanted something ‘light and fluffy’. This is it. It’s nothing more than a bit of silliness that doesn’t exactly fit anywhere and it’s not meant to fit anywhere. It plays off the fact that (almost) every companion the Doctor’s travelled with lately (obviously not Donna) has found him attractive and has fallen in love with him. No, Amy’s not in love with him (as far as I know) but I thought ‘let’s have some fun with it!’ and so I am. I feel this current season encourages it. Besides, the TARDIS isn’t perfect and neither is the Doctor!

As far as I know, there’re no spoilers unless you’ve not seen season 5 (the current season airing in the UK) of Doctor Who at all.

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


The suns shone overhead, the sand was crystalline white under the blanket and cerulean water lapped at the shore. The sky was a deep blue; nothing scuttled nor scurried in the nearby lush grass. It was a perfect day.

“Why are we here again?” He straightened his bowtie.

“You promised me a planet. Here we are. No cracks. No Daleks. No space whales. Nothin’,” Amy patiently explained. “A small day. One of those days y’keep avoidin’.”

“I don’t like small days,” he complained under his breath. “I like the big ones. You know,” he raised his voice, “I could always take you home. It’s absolutely boring here and if you want to be bored, let’s take you home and I’ll pop out for five minutes and then pick you up on the way.”

“The last time you said you’d be back in five minutes,” Amy put the plate she held on the blanket, “you were away twelve years.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” he muttered. “She’s a Type-40 TARDIS. I’m still runnin’ her in.”

“That’s what y’always say since Winston,” she drawled and shook her head at him. “We’re stayin’,” she met his gaze. “An’ no runnin’ off.”

“Well, you are human –-”


“What I mean,” he sat up fully, “is humans need small days like this. I should probably allow for it. But,” he raised a finger in the air to forestall any answers, “it doesn’t mean I have to like it!”

“You’ll be ... ooooh, Doctor,” Amy purred and suddenly, he was lying half on the blanket and half on the sand. The sand was hot.

His eyes widened and he pushed her up; it wasn’t enough to get her off him. “Amy, what are you doing?” With another shove, he managed to get her off him and he rolled to the side and scrambled to his feet. Amy stared at him plaintively but he could see she was already plotting her next move when it came to pouncing. “Now, Amy, let’s be adults about this.”

She pushed herself slowly to her feet. “But I am,” she pouted. “I’m an adult and you’re an adult ...”

He sighed. “Let’s try this again.” He sidestepped her lunge; she recovered quickly, he noted. “This isn’t going to work. I’m a Time Lord and you’re human.”

“And you’re a man!” She grabbed him and giggled. She was acting drunk, he noticed as he wriggled out of her hands. But she hadn’t had anything to drink. Nothing alcoholic and he spun. She was very grabby, wasn’t she, when aro –

Then it clicked. She was aroused, not drunk. He grabbed her arms and held her still. Tried to hold her still, anyway. “Amy, listen to me. Amy!” He shook her a little, trying to clear her mind. “Listen to me, you’re intoxicated. Aroused. What have you smelled, drunk, eaten since we landed?”

“You talk too much!” She complained and he rolled his eyes.

“Amy, listen to me. What have you—” Then he remembered. What an idiot he was sometimes. He should’ve checked that flower; he knew that flower and its properties. It was an aphrodisiac on this planet. “Amy, come along. We’re not picnicking today.” He dragged her toward the TARDIS. She dug her heels into the sand.

“No!” She pulled her arm; it didn’t become free of his grip. “Doooooctor,” she whined, “lemme go!” She paused and then flung her body at him. “Ooooh, Dooooctor,” she grinned, waggling her brows.

He shook his head in disbelief and managed to get a hand on her chest; he shoved, she was closer than ever and he looked desperately around him.

He grinned, wrapped his arms around her and looked straight into her eyes. “Geronimoooo!” He yelled and dove into the water.

It was cold and Amy gasped before shoving him away. “Doctor!” She stood but a wave knocked her down behind her knees. “Why am I wet!?”

“And she’s back!” He waded from the water and stood momentarily, hands on his knees, and tried not to laugh.

He failed.

“Doctor!” She began to walk from the water, taking large steps in case another wave knocked her down again. “What!?”

“You were under the influence,” he informed her gravely but there was a mischievous glint in his eye that told her she wasn’t going to get to the bottom of this any time soon. “I shouldn’t let you smell flowers,” he decided. “No time to stop and smell the roses any more!”

By this time, she was on the sand, glaring at him with her hands on her hips. “You did this deliberately,” she accused. “No more small days. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

“Of course.” He smiled benignly. “Let’s pack our things and go, shall we?”
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 4th, 2010 12:46 am (UTC)
Ooooh. I like it! Very much Doc11 - who is fast becoming my favourite (new series anyway) doctor. And Amy is fast making her way up the all-time favourite companions list.

Really love the way 'geronimo' keeps sneaking in actually. Really reminds me more of the 'catchphrases' of classic series - it's becoming a 'catchphrase' through use; not through someone saying 'We're gonna make the doctor say this all the time!'.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 4th, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
Ooooh. I like it! Very much Doc11
Thank you.

Really love the way 'geronimo' keeps sneaking in
It was either 'geronimo!' or 'wee!' and 'wee!' didn't feel all that appropriate.
chinesebakery: DW- 11/Amy *beam*chinesebakery on May 15th, 2010 09:19 am (UTC)
I really liked this, especially the last few paragraphs. It's very them, that odd dynamic, so endearing. Good job!
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 15th, 2010 01:20 pm (UTC)
That it sounds like them is really great to hear - I've only seen a few episodes of the latest season so I'm pleased to have captured them so well!
honeynoir: anybody need me?honeynoir on May 15th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was so sweet and so funny! Lovely!
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on May 16th, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
I wasn't certain I could write this as funny at all - I've been writing a lot of serious and/or sad stories lately so this was a step out of that!

Thank you!