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The Doctor flew around the controls of the TARDIS, checking and rechecking it. Right, fine, fine, it was fine. They were heading straight for Florana, no flare-ups, no time distortions, no temporal speedbumps, right on target. Right bang on target.

Good. He stretched a foot across the console, flipped the last switch with the toe of one black Converse. Wonderful having such long limbs, made piloting so much easier. With Jenny here, it might get easier yet. He'd have to teach her the basics, work her up to full speed. Gradually, didn't want her thinking she could take off on her own yet. Right, he'd need to get her a key. Where did he keep the spares? "K" for "key," or "S" for "spare?" Hm.

The TARDIS shuddered and banged and then fell silent. Arrived already? Oh, he was getting *good.* The Doctor dusted his hands off, stepping back from the console with a grin.

Now, where was Jenny? She'd moved her things in (things she must have brought in from wherever she'd been living--with the Master--oi, he didn't want to know, he just didn't want to know) and popped off. To change clothes, she'd said. How long did that *take?* And why bother with changing clothes, anyway?

"Jenny!" He called towards the door into the TARDIS' interior, still hanging ajar from when she'd gone back. "Oi, Jenny, we're there! Florana! Floating seas and golden beaches and mora rays. Have you ever seen a mora ray? They're like parrots, except with bubbles."
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And, lo, another 'verse was born. Or at least the potential for one, as Watch!Ten and Jenny ([livejournal.com profile] jen_anomaly) bond over at [livejournal.com profile] sixwordstories. And fight. Which is how Time Lords bond, apparently.

One of my favorite parts about this thread is the juggling around of the "Dad" title. It goes like this in my head:

Jenny: Dad!
W!Ten: NO, you don't happen in my universe >:| Weird pseudo-Gallifreyan clone freak. :P
Jenny: Dad, you're a bastard.
W!Ten: I'm not your Dad!
Jenny: I'm dating the Master.
W!Ten: HOSHIT. DON'T.
Jenny: You sound just like my Dad.
W!Ten: B|
*fighting sonic screwdriver punching Jenny 1 Doctor 0*
Jenny: You really aren't my Dad, are you?
W!Ten: I TOLD you.
Jenny: *sniffle*
W!Ten: D: Um, um. *hugs*
Jenny: Well, if you're aren't my Dad, I'll tell you all the things that pissed my Dad(s) off.
W!Ten: And since you aren't my daughter, I'll tell you all the things your Dad(s) didn't tell you because we have massive Issues.
*pause*
W!Ten: So, TARDIS, y/y/mfy?
Jenny: Aw, Dad.
W!Ten: \o/

The actual thread is much more eloquent. And longer. )

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