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Miss M's First Fic: Rory, Amelia and fish custard
Look what my daughter wrote!!!!
Miss M (age 11) is home from school today, 'cause she's not feeling well, and during that time got an idea for a fic, and - here it is! Not even 500 words, but quite excellent, if I may say so myself! :) I've not done anything to it, except fix the structure a little.
Title: Rory, Amelia and fish custard
Rating: U
Characters: little!Amelia, little!Rory.
Genre: FitB.
Spoilers: ‘The Eleventh Hour’.
Summary: "You made me dress up as him!"
Rory, Amelia and fish custard
“Are you nearly finished?”
A disgruntled 8 year old Rory looked moodily up at Amy who was precariously perched upon his shoulders, rummaging inside his top cupboard.
Rory was wearing a very strange assortment of clothes- a ripped shirt, loosely hung tie and wrinkled trousers. He looked distinctly ruffled.
“Yep!” Amy replied, jumping down expertly as Rory winced and massaged his shoulders. She looked him up and down. “You needn’t have put your costume on just yet,” Amy said. “But I shan’t stem your enthusiasm.” She ran to the sink and poured what looked like yellow paint powder into a large, glass bowl.
“Enthusiasm!” Rory snorted. “I don’t give a fig for this ‘Raggedy Doctor of yours, actually!” His look of annoyance turned to a sulk. “No, I’m only wearing these because you ripped all my shirts so that you could choose which was most authentic.”
He said the last few words in mock imitation of Amy’s voice, relishing the word authentic on the tip of his tongue.
Amy gave a short sigh as she tipped a liberal amount of fish fingers onto a baking tray. “Well. How was I to know which one looked best when they weren’t properly ruffled... and that your mum was so fussy...”
Now it was Rory’s turn to sigh. Why, he wondered, are girls so awkward? Especially Amy, with her nerves of steel... I may as well try to argue... Ignoring all common sense, he snapped, ”You ripped ALL MY SCHOOL SHIRTS! EVERY SINGLE ONE!” By way of explanation, he poked a finger through a large hole near the collar.
Amy dropped a bowl of sunny yellow custard and a tray of fish fingers onto the table with a grim smile.
“Eat.”
Rory knew not to argue. Trying not to think of the taste, he dipped a fish finger into the bowl and shoved it into his mouth, shuddering. Trying to gulp down as many as he could, Rory noticed that Amy’s gaze had hardened as she scrutinized his appearance and seized a pencil, sketching and shading, taking in every detail.
Just as Rory gulped down his final one, Amy took a photo and laughed at the look on his face. “No!” she giggled, rolling her eyes as she pulled on her navy blue coat. "I won’t bring it in for show and tell, like last time!” Rory smothered his worried look and said, stuttering, “No-I didn’t really-”
“Oh be quiet.” She stroked the model in her pocket. Oh Rory, such a banana. The Doctor’s coming for me, so I wouldn’t be able to anyway, she thought.
Rory must’ve known what she was thinking as she opened the door, because his face was silent.
THE END
Miss M (age 11) is home from school today, 'cause she's not feeling well, and during that time got an idea for a fic, and - here it is! Not even 500 words, but quite excellent, if I may say so myself! :) I've not done anything to it, except fix the structure a little.
Title: Rory, Amelia and fish custard
Rating: U
Characters: little!Amelia, little!Rory.
Genre: FitB.
Spoilers: ‘The Eleventh Hour’.
Summary: "You made me dress up as him!"
“Are you nearly finished?”
A disgruntled 8 year old Rory looked moodily up at Amy who was precariously perched upon his shoulders, rummaging inside his top cupboard.
Rory was wearing a very strange assortment of clothes- a ripped shirt, loosely hung tie and wrinkled trousers. He looked distinctly ruffled.
“Yep!” Amy replied, jumping down expertly as Rory winced and massaged his shoulders. She looked him up and down. “You needn’t have put your costume on just yet,” Amy said. “But I shan’t stem your enthusiasm.” She ran to the sink and poured what looked like yellow paint powder into a large, glass bowl.
“Enthusiasm!” Rory snorted. “I don’t give a fig for this ‘Raggedy Doctor of yours, actually!” His look of annoyance turned to a sulk. “No, I’m only wearing these because you ripped all my shirts so that you could choose which was most authentic.”
He said the last few words in mock imitation of Amy’s voice, relishing the word authentic on the tip of his tongue.
Amy gave a short sigh as she tipped a liberal amount of fish fingers onto a baking tray. “Well. How was I to know which one looked best when they weren’t properly ruffled... and that your mum was so fussy...”
Now it was Rory’s turn to sigh. Why, he wondered, are girls so awkward? Especially Amy, with her nerves of steel... I may as well try to argue... Ignoring all common sense, he snapped, ”You ripped ALL MY SCHOOL SHIRTS! EVERY SINGLE ONE!” By way of explanation, he poked a finger through a large hole near the collar.
Amy dropped a bowl of sunny yellow custard and a tray of fish fingers onto the table with a grim smile.
“Eat.”
Rory knew not to argue. Trying not to think of the taste, he dipped a fish finger into the bowl and shoved it into his mouth, shuddering. Trying to gulp down as many as he could, Rory noticed that Amy’s gaze had hardened as she scrutinized his appearance and seized a pencil, sketching and shading, taking in every detail.
Just as Rory gulped down his final one, Amy took a photo and laughed at the look on his face. “No!” she giggled, rolling her eyes as she pulled on her navy blue coat. "I won’t bring it in for show and tell, like last time!” Rory smothered his worried look and said, stuttering, “No-I didn’t really-”
“Oh be quiet.” She stroked the model in her pocket. Oh Rory, such a banana. The Doctor’s coming for me, so I wouldn’t be able to anyway, she thought.
Rory must’ve known what she was thinking as she opened the door, because his face was silent.
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