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Doctor Who ficlet: Not The Last. (1/6)
The postman didn't bring me 'Spike: Shadow Puppets 2' this morning. ::sulks:: So instead of Spike squee you get a little DW ficlet - one of those little bunnies that attacked me when I wasn't looking and refused to let go. Only 650 words. Un-beta'd.
Setting: AU-post 'Sound of Drums'.
Spoilers: S3.
Rating: PG.
Characters: Harry, Lucy, the Doctor.
Feedback: Please? Please?
Not The Last
It was Day 47 after the Fall of the Earth and nearly 10 o’clock. Lucy Saxon walked into the main room of the Valiant, feeling happy and well rested - sleeping in was wonderful, as was being able to take as long as she liked getting ready.
“Good morning darling!”
Her Master leapt down the stairs to greet her, but as he pulled her into an embrace he suddenly stiffened, staring at her like he’d never seen her before. Then he grabbed hold of her hand - hard enough for her to cry out in sudden pain - pushing her away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She looked back, hurt and confused. What was he talking about? She had done nothing to merit such fury.
“Tell you what? Harry... you’re hurting me. What is it?”
Letting go he took a step back, scrutinising her. She had never seen him look like that before.
“How could you not know?” Then a thought appeared to occur to him, and he shook his head. “Of course - you’re only human.”
Abruptly his face cracked open in a wide grin, and he proceeded to kiss her so thoroughly that she could barely stand.
“I’m going to be a daddy! Listen - can't you hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet?” He spun around, bursting with glee, before falling to his knees; resting his head against her belly, right hand spread out across her abdomen.
Slowly his eyes fell shut, the softest of smiles touching the corners of his mouth. A secret little smile, all new. “It’s a boy...”
Lucy could hardly breathe. She was pregnant? She hadn’t even known that he could make her pregnant... And he could tell? There were still three days until her period was due...
Her eyes fluttered across the room, touching upon the faces of Tish Jones and her mother - for once looking at her with shock and not hatred - before finally settling on the usually immobile countenance of the Doctor. He was staring at her - the exact same look on his face as had been on Harry’s.
Then the Master sprung up again, and, taking her hand, dragged her across the room.
“See Doctor? We are not the last!”
Time seemed to stand still as the Doctor’s eyes met the Master’s excited features. Lucy could not begin to guess what was going through his head.
Harry’s eyes seemed to glow. “Do you think he’ll be blonde like his mother? I remember - your eldest was blonde, wasn’t he?”
A wistful smile crossed his face. “And there was that time when he was... Ooh how old? 6? 7? When he tried to split an atom all by himself? Nearly blew a hole in the dome... It was the talk of the Citadel for months. What a boy! Always precocious that one - came out top of his year at the Academy as far as I recall.” He shook his head, smiling, and the Doctor closed his eyes, for the first time ever avoiding his gaze.
“Don’t. Please...” The usually stoic voice had been reduced to a whisper.
The Master tilted his head, musing. “What? No congratulations? No ‘thank you Master for renewing the race of Timelords’? Too hung up on the past and all those people who are gone - thanks to you?”
A moment, then he looked up, face determined. “I know what we need - a big celebration. A party. And to start things off, I think we shall burn... Hmmm, lets see..." He walked over to the see-through globe and spun it, finger raised. "Eeny, meeny, miny, mo... Japan! Perfect! That ought to impress upon my little kingdom below what a momentous occasion this is! Don’t you think so too, Doctor? A nice bonfire to announce the big news!”
He turned back to Lucy, bending down so his head was level with her stomach. “Just wait and see my boy - before long the universe itself will bow down before you!”
And, for the first time, Lucy Saxon felt genuinely terrified of her husband.
Chapter 2.
Setting: AU-post 'Sound of Drums'.
Spoilers: S3.
Rating: PG.
Characters: Harry, Lucy, the Doctor.
Feedback: Please? Please?
It was Day 47 after the Fall of the Earth and nearly 10 o’clock. Lucy Saxon walked into the main room of the Valiant, feeling happy and well rested - sleeping in was wonderful, as was being able to take as long as she liked getting ready.
“Good morning darling!”
Her Master leapt down the stairs to greet her, but as he pulled her into an embrace he suddenly stiffened, staring at her like he’d never seen her before. Then he grabbed hold of her hand - hard enough for her to cry out in sudden pain - pushing her away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She looked back, hurt and confused. What was he talking about? She had done nothing to merit such fury.
“Tell you what? Harry... you’re hurting me. What is it?”
Letting go he took a step back, scrutinising her. She had never seen him look like that before.
“How could you not know?” Then a thought appeared to occur to him, and he shook his head. “Of course - you’re only human.”
Abruptly his face cracked open in a wide grin, and he proceeded to kiss her so thoroughly that she could barely stand.
“I’m going to be a daddy! Listen - can't you hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet?” He spun around, bursting with glee, before falling to his knees; resting his head against her belly, right hand spread out across her abdomen.
Slowly his eyes fell shut, the softest of smiles touching the corners of his mouth. A secret little smile, all new. “It’s a boy...”
Lucy could hardly breathe. She was pregnant? She hadn’t even known that he could make her pregnant... And he could tell? There were still three days until her period was due...
Her eyes fluttered across the room, touching upon the faces of Tish Jones and her mother - for once looking at her with shock and not hatred - before finally settling on the usually immobile countenance of the Doctor. He was staring at her - the exact same look on his face as had been on Harry’s.
Then the Master sprung up again, and, taking her hand, dragged her across the room.
“See Doctor? We are not the last!”
Time seemed to stand still as the Doctor’s eyes met the Master’s excited features. Lucy could not begin to guess what was going through his head.
Harry’s eyes seemed to glow. “Do you think he’ll be blonde like his mother? I remember - your eldest was blonde, wasn’t he?”
A wistful smile crossed his face. “And there was that time when he was... Ooh how old? 6? 7? When he tried to split an atom all by himself? Nearly blew a hole in the dome... It was the talk of the Citadel for months. What a boy! Always precocious that one - came out top of his year at the Academy as far as I recall.” He shook his head, smiling, and the Doctor closed his eyes, for the first time ever avoiding his gaze.
“Don’t. Please...” The usually stoic voice had been reduced to a whisper.
The Master tilted his head, musing. “What? No congratulations? No ‘thank you Master for renewing the race of Timelords’? Too hung up on the past and all those people who are gone - thanks to you?”
A moment, then he looked up, face determined. “I know what we need - a big celebration. A party. And to start things off, I think we shall burn... Hmmm, lets see..." He walked over to the see-through globe and spun it, finger raised. "Eeny, meeny, miny, mo... Japan! Perfect! That ought to impress upon my little kingdom below what a momentous occasion this is! Don’t you think so too, Doctor? A nice bonfire to announce the big news!”
He turned back to Lucy, bending down so his head was level with her stomach. “Just wait and see my boy - before long the universe itself will bow down before you!”
And, for the first time, Lucy Saxon felt genuinely terrified of her husband.
Chapter 2.
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You are reading my Seeker 'verse, that enough is enough to make my month! (I love it to distraction, but not surprisingly people are wary of trying something so vast...) And my 'little' girl is no longer little, but 12 years old! (Photos here if you're curious. Nothing terribly recent though because I'm useless at updating.)
Time Lord thing. And our brains are human ;P
Indeed...
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WIP's are just something special… Babies!
(I love it to distraction, but not surprisingly people are wary of trying something so vast...)
Haha, yeah, getting that. "Standalone" did it for me but it'll probably be a LONG while before I get 'round to the rest…
And my 'little' girl is no longer little, but 12 years old!
Indeed—gosh, she's only 7 years younger than I am.
Photos here if you're curious.
Some ANGELS you've got here! ♥ Seriously, they look like princesses. So adorable.
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Wildly AU fics centred around OCs... ♥
Haha, yeah, getting that. "Standalone" did it for me but it'll probably be a LONG while before I get 'round to the rest…
Well most of the stories are pretty manageable. It's only 'Dating' that's so stupidly long.
Indeed—gosh, she's only 7 years younger than I am.
My eldest is 14... ('s OK, I'm used to feeling OLD now. And I'm only 36.)
Some ANGELS you've got here! ♥ Seriously, they look like princesses. So adorable.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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^_^
Well most of the stories are pretty manageable. It's only 'Dating' that's so stupidly long.
*looks pointedly at to-read list*
My eldest is 14...
Yes, Mini M., I remember her :)
('s OK, I'm used to feeling OLD now. And I'm only 36.)
Tsk, it's all in your head. My mother is 54 and she's a real kid sometimes. ;P
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I'VE GOT YOU NOW YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY!
Ahem.
Yes, Mini M., I remember her :)
Miss M. (Used to be Little Miss M...)
Tsk, it's all in your head. My mother is 54 and she's a real kid sometimes. ;P
Oh it doesn't bother me. Much. ;)
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o.O Watch me run! XD
Ahem.
Yeah, ahem indeed.
Miss M. (Used to be Little Miss M...)
Sorry! Which one was mini-me? I tend to mistype words for others that sound vaguely similar anyway… :P Fail.
Oh it doesn't bother me. Much. ;)
*thumbs up* You're not ancient and forever yet.
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Heee! As I have no actual way of forcing you, I shall have to count on your curiosity...
Sorry! Which one was mini-me? I tend to mistype words for others that sound vaguely similar anyway… :P Fail.
Oh she's definitely a mini-me. But I call her Miss M on LJ. :)
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;) Well, for now, I'm pretty sure I'll be checking out Lucy's diary next. We'll see from there =P
Oh she's definitely a mini-me. But I call her Miss M on LJ. :)
*kicks memory cells* See that, goldfish. ^_^
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Bless you. Although I must point out that Lucy's Diary follows canon - not that I didn't put a lot of that into 'my' Lucy, but her diary tackles everything from first meeting to his death. (Written long before he came back.)
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(And I disliked parts of his return, so I don't mind that…)
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And oh, EoT... I love it for the crack and just... ignore all the issues. :)
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Oh god, yes. Broken little doll. ♥ Funny how the wives of the Time Lords were so different, and yet were both very much moulded into what they became, then broke free and… guns. Okay, not so different in some ways :D And I love them both to bits.
Haha, ignoring is the way to go. ;)
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♥ to the graphic.
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And the graphic really illustrates it perfectly. Those Time Lords and the things they ask of the wives...
The Martha fic centered more around this.
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Well if you had the time, it would definitely be lovely! :D
Those Time Lords and the things they ask of the wives...
Marry a Time Lord, they said, he won't ask you to take care of the house and you'll have a wedding like nobody else has ever had…
The Martha fic centered more around this.
Perfection.
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Marry a Time Lord, they said, he won't ask you to take care of the house and you'll have a wedding like nobody else has ever had…
LOL.
And thank you. ♥
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Totally getting that. Though hey, I TYPED AND POSTED ALL THE DRABBLES I HAD LEFT ALL DISMAL ON MY NOTEBOOK FOR MONTHS
ALL OF THEM
(but one, just need to upload it everywhere though…)
And I still have moreee to type and moreee to do. So yeah—150% getting you ;)
And thank you. ♥
You're welcomeeeee ♥
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