Post by merrythemad on Apr 3, 2009 1:58:43 GMT
I had to write a sudden short story for my CW1 class and I was stuck. So I thought I'd...erm...brainstorm (not kill time and NOT do homework) on Teaspoon. I read some drabble and this author had been prompted by a random quote generator. *has happiness* it was a back-door around my creative crunch! So my quote was: "Could you please continue with the petty bickering, I find it most intriguing." Commander Data Star Trek TNG
It was sci-fi, so I took it as a sign, and here follows my sudden short story, a River/Ten fic, please read it even though you hate River, as I;ll get no in-universe comments in class.
Bickering
She had said he was a hard man. She had accepted that as truth. What she hadn’t expected, what she hadn’t been ready for, was how very much she was the same. She glared at the alien whom she called husband from across the cell.
“You just had to ask after his mum, didn’t you? Couldn’t just walk away, oh no! Not you, never could do. You. Just. Had. To. Ask. After. His. Mum.” Her voice rose and cracked on that last syllable, as if the very mechanics of her body recognized it as the crux.
On the other side of the small bench the man sat almost completely still. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was sleeping. She, however, knew better, knew much better actually. He was biding his time, waiting for the last possible moment to implement his plan. A plan certain to be chock-full of needless derring-do and histrionic heroism. She bit back the angry barrage of accusations when he stirred, lazily opening one eye in that droll, intelligent way he had. That droll, intelligent way that she usually found so fetching. But not today. Not on a hostile planet filled to bursting with large goobery aliens wielding pointy flashing sticks that were far less harmless than they appeared. And certainly not in a cramped jail cell on the aforementioned planet of the goobers.
“How was I to know he was a mummy’s boy from way back? Honestly, River, I’m good, I’m not a god. Besides, I give you my personal guarantee no mother would be pleased hearing those sorts of phrases issue from the mouth of their beloved Walford, we-ll, the sheer scope of his vulgarity is astounding even for me, and that’s saying quite a lot, six billion languages I speak. Regular intergalactic dictionary, me-” catching the woman’s frightful look, a look that meant she had nearly had it with his pratter, he wrapped up “But, clearly this isn’t about me at all.”
He flashed her his most brilliant smile, his million pound smile, the smile that screamed “I kissed the universe and made it cry”, the smile she had fallen in love with. She glared back at him and crossed her arms tightly over her narrow chest.
“Not havin’ it, Doctor. Not at all.”
“Not at all? Really? Not even a bit? Come on, that’s just cheating.”
“Not in a sporting mood I find.” River stood and walked the three steps to the jail door, trying again to shake it free of its hinges. She could feel his amused grin beaming out at her. As if she were a toddler, again pulling on the cupboard locks, again hoping they would work, in spite of all laws of physics.
“Won’t work, love, they’ve sealed it at the molecular level. Nothing at all can pass through that door, not even me.”
“Not even you?” She tossed his words back at him bitterly the taunt in her tone forcing him to remember his earlier declaration. The one insisting he wasn’t a god.
“Nope, not a chance.”
“So that’s it then? We’re stuck? Here on the Planet of the Goobery-things? Cos, I’ve got a dig, mate, and you promised, you promised, this was a quick one-shot-River-you-absolutely-must-see-this-amazing-thing-a-majig-so-I-can-impress-you-with-how-I-live-where-you-work-trip.” She fell silent at his hang-dog expression and sighing resigned herself to sitting beside him for eternity.
‘Hang on a tick, did you truly just say stuck to me? Me? River Song, have you met me? Cos, I’m the Doctor and I’m brilliant”
“So then we’re not stuck?”
“Never”
“So you’ve a plan then?”
“Never”
“Right then, what, we just sit here?”
“We-ell” he played with the word turning into some polysyllabic equivalent of a pregnant pause, “That and wait, yeah.”
“Wait? Wait for what?”
The door in front of them slid open with an audible click and the man bounded to his feet, a cheeky grin that daren’t show on his lips dancing in his gaze.
“For that, love, for that.”
“I hate you, you are aware, yes?”
“Mmm, quite, you’ve told me at some rather inappropriate times, mind this isn’t half so bad as that time on Asguard.”
“What now then?” she interrupted, glancing askew at the open door
His outstretched hand flipped palm side up whilst the fingers it housed waggled an invitation.
“Now we run and you love it.”
“Yeah, reckon I do.”
She had said he was a hard man. She had accepted that as truth. What she hadn’t expected, what she hadn’t been ready for, was how very much she was the same.
It was sci-fi, so I took it as a sign, and here follows my sudden short story, a River/Ten fic, please read it even though you hate River, as I;ll get no in-universe comments in class.
Bickering
She had said he was a hard man. She had accepted that as truth. What she hadn’t expected, what she hadn’t been ready for, was how very much she was the same. She glared at the alien whom she called husband from across the cell.
“You just had to ask after his mum, didn’t you? Couldn’t just walk away, oh no! Not you, never could do. You. Just. Had. To. Ask. After. His. Mum.” Her voice rose and cracked on that last syllable, as if the very mechanics of her body recognized it as the crux.
On the other side of the small bench the man sat almost completely still. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was sleeping. She, however, knew better, knew much better actually. He was biding his time, waiting for the last possible moment to implement his plan. A plan certain to be chock-full of needless derring-do and histrionic heroism. She bit back the angry barrage of accusations when he stirred, lazily opening one eye in that droll, intelligent way he had. That droll, intelligent way that she usually found so fetching. But not today. Not on a hostile planet filled to bursting with large goobery aliens wielding pointy flashing sticks that were far less harmless than they appeared. And certainly not in a cramped jail cell on the aforementioned planet of the goobers.
“How was I to know he was a mummy’s boy from way back? Honestly, River, I’m good, I’m not a god. Besides, I give you my personal guarantee no mother would be pleased hearing those sorts of phrases issue from the mouth of their beloved Walford, we-ll, the sheer scope of his vulgarity is astounding even for me, and that’s saying quite a lot, six billion languages I speak. Regular intergalactic dictionary, me-” catching the woman’s frightful look, a look that meant she had nearly had it with his pratter, he wrapped up “But, clearly this isn’t about me at all.”
He flashed her his most brilliant smile, his million pound smile, the smile that screamed “I kissed the universe and made it cry”, the smile she had fallen in love with. She glared back at him and crossed her arms tightly over her narrow chest.
“Not havin’ it, Doctor. Not at all.”
“Not at all? Really? Not even a bit? Come on, that’s just cheating.”
“Not in a sporting mood I find.” River stood and walked the three steps to the jail door, trying again to shake it free of its hinges. She could feel his amused grin beaming out at her. As if she were a toddler, again pulling on the cupboard locks, again hoping they would work, in spite of all laws of physics.
“Won’t work, love, they’ve sealed it at the molecular level. Nothing at all can pass through that door, not even me.”
“Not even you?” She tossed his words back at him bitterly the taunt in her tone forcing him to remember his earlier declaration. The one insisting he wasn’t a god.
“Nope, not a chance.”
“So that’s it then? We’re stuck? Here on the Planet of the Goobery-things? Cos, I’ve got a dig, mate, and you promised, you promised, this was a quick one-shot-River-you-absolutely-must-see-this-amazing-thing-a-majig-so-I-can-impress-you-with-how-I-live-where-you-work-trip.” She fell silent at his hang-dog expression and sighing resigned herself to sitting beside him for eternity.
‘Hang on a tick, did you truly just say stuck to me? Me? River Song, have you met me? Cos, I’m the Doctor and I’m brilliant”
“So then we’re not stuck?”
“Never”
“So you’ve a plan then?”
“Never”
“Right then, what, we just sit here?”
“We-ell” he played with the word turning into some polysyllabic equivalent of a pregnant pause, “That and wait, yeah.”
“Wait? Wait for what?”
The door in front of them slid open with an audible click and the man bounded to his feet, a cheeky grin that daren’t show on his lips dancing in his gaze.
“For that, love, for that.”
“I hate you, you are aware, yes?”
“Mmm, quite, you’ve told me at some rather inappropriate times, mind this isn’t half so bad as that time on Asguard.”
“What now then?” she interrupted, glancing askew at the open door
His outstretched hand flipped palm side up whilst the fingers it housed waggled an invitation.
“Now we run and you love it.”
“Yeah, reckon I do.”
She had said he was a hard man. She had accepted that as truth. What she hadn’t expected, what she hadn’t been ready for, was how very much she was the same.
