Mar. 18th, 2010

written_leaves: (bessie)
After all, nostalgia for youthful adventures only goes so far... another in the 'It will Come for your Children series'.

Ah, Memories

“Are you sure, Mum?” the petite young woman asked, considering the grinning tall man beside his blue box.

“Of course! Go on,” Jo said, “Just don’t stray too far from the TARDIS. And don’t let anyone hypnotize you. If a man says he’s the Master, run. Oh, and watch out for strange plants, they can be quite nasty, especially fungus. Stay away from…um, just about anything alien, really, some are quite… and… you know, on the other hand, no! No, stop! You’re grounded!”

“But Jo!” the Doctor protested.

“Sorry, Doctor, but it’s all coming back to me now. Shoo!”

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written_leaves: (fred)
Of course, Barbara and Ian's household could hardly be overlooked - but then, neither could his own former behaviour.

Irreconcilable Differences

Barbara gasped. “But we’ll never see him again!”

Ian frowned in concern, keeping a hand to his son’s shoulder.

“Bosh, of course you will,” the Doctor assured, bouncing confidently. “I’m much better at steering now.”

Barbara peered in at the tangled nearly unrecognizable mess that was the TARDIS. “Can it even be steered? Ian, look at it! There’s no way I’m going to let our son go off in that.

“Oi!” the Doctor protested, insulted.

“Absolutely not, Doctor,” Ian stated. “John stays here. Who knows where he’d end up otherwise; remember you never did get us home.”

Picky, picky,” he sighed.

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written_leaves: (brig)
One more that just occurred...they keep doing that.

Of course, who says the affable Sgt. Benton might not have had a family on the side somewhere? And that he might not be so affable about Ten not properly appreciating that accomplishment in its entirety?


Deuce It

“But - you can’t take only one of them,” John Benton objected.

“Look, I appreciate that you’re being all fatherly and familial and all that,” the Doctor said, backing away. “But I only need one. I mean, I really appreciate your being willing to give him your blessings…”

Them. You’re not splitting them up!”

“But they’re identical!” the Doctor protested. “I don’t want identical companions. Can you imagine the confusion…”

“Yes I can,” smiled Benton, but he was still firm. “Nevertheless, both or none.”

“Nonsense! One for me, one for you.”

“Alistair! Gordon! Come on lads, show’s off.”

“Aw, Daaaaad,” they chorused.

Goodbye Doctor.”

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