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calliopes_pen) wrote2007-11-14 05:06 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2007-11-14 05:06 pm
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Doctor Who Drabble
I’m sure people remember me mentioning the 1,000 Martha Drabbles that people are writing in a thread over on lifeonmartha. Well, I ended up actually writing one because I wanted to see how well I could write Martha. I’ve put it behind the cut, just in case anyone doesn’t want to read it.
This was written forjadekirk. The prompt was: The Doctor and Martha watch a horror movie.
A bloodcurdling shriek filled the room, prompting the pair to cover their ears. Martha glanced to her left as she lowered the volume, smirking to see The Doctor covering his eyes in disgust.
“You can handle Daleks and being possessed by a sun--and having your blood drained by a vampire with a straw--but you can’t handle a little thing like a monster movie marathon?”
The Doctor was actually peeking through his fingers right at that moment, only to see a geyser of blood erupt from a victim’s throat as it was slit. He cringed, before weakly saying, “It’s not even realistic! Look at that disemboweled lad--it’s obviously ketchup all over him!" Even so, he quickly covered his eyes yet again when the chainsaws came out.
He not so secretly peeked between his fingers, and made a grinned playfully when he saw that Martha had noticed. "My life isn’t scary enough for you, that it? You have to make me watch men in masks and pointy gloves killing people at a nice little sleepaway camp?" Making a childish face, he ranted a bit more, pointedly not watching the movie. "Or is this just a bit of payback for me taking you to Vlad’s castle, just in time to see an impalement? I told you I was going for 1897, at the time of the novel." He quietly shuddered at the memory, knowing that was the reason for this.
An hour later, when Martha announced The Exorcist was next in their marathon, The Doctor promptly bolted, hiding behind the TARDIS’ sofa and refusing to watch despite all her coaxing and reassurances that it wasn’t as bad as all that. She shook her head, confused as he muttered something about the Ood and Great Beasts.
She frowned and peered over the edge; he seemed to have built a miniature fort back there with a stolen throw pillow.
Leaning back on the sofa by herself, Martha grinned and muttered, "Must be a Time Lord thing." With an evil grin, she asked a bit louder, “Want some popcorn back there?" Not missing a beat, she continued, “Ooh, you’re missing Linda Blair’s head going ‘round. My favorite bit!”
A whimper in the negative was the only response she received--however, as the exorcism got into high gear, she could hear the sound of the Doctor’s hurried retreat to his own room, and the slam of his bedroom door.
Guess he can’t handle scary movies.
lifeonmartha. Well, I ended up actually writing one because I wanted to see how well I could write Martha. I’ve put it behind the cut, just in case anyone doesn’t want to read it.This was written for
jadekirk. The prompt was: The Doctor and Martha watch a horror movie.A bloodcurdling shriek filled the room, prompting the pair to cover their ears. Martha glanced to her left as she lowered the volume, smirking to see The Doctor covering his eyes in disgust.
“You can handle Daleks and being possessed by a sun--and having your blood drained by a vampire with a straw--but you can’t handle a little thing like a monster movie marathon?”
The Doctor was actually peeking through his fingers right at that moment, only to see a geyser of blood erupt from a victim’s throat as it was slit. He cringed, before weakly saying, “It’s not even realistic! Look at that disemboweled lad--it’s obviously ketchup all over him!" Even so, he quickly covered his eyes yet again when the chainsaws came out.
He not so secretly peeked between his fingers, and made a grinned playfully when he saw that Martha had noticed. "My life isn’t scary enough for you, that it? You have to make me watch men in masks and pointy gloves killing people at a nice little sleepaway camp?" Making a childish face, he ranted a bit more, pointedly not watching the movie. "Or is this just a bit of payback for me taking you to Vlad’s castle, just in time to see an impalement? I told you I was going for 1897, at the time of the novel." He quietly shuddered at the memory, knowing that was the reason for this.
An hour later, when Martha announced The Exorcist was next in their marathon, The Doctor promptly bolted, hiding behind the TARDIS’ sofa and refusing to watch despite all her coaxing and reassurances that it wasn’t as bad as all that. She shook her head, confused as he muttered something about the Ood and Great Beasts.
She frowned and peered over the edge; he seemed to have built a miniature fort back there with a stolen throw pillow.
Leaning back on the sofa by herself, Martha grinned and muttered, "Must be a Time Lord thing." With an evil grin, she asked a bit louder, “Want some popcorn back there?" Not missing a beat, she continued, “Ooh, you’re missing Linda Blair’s head going ‘round. My favorite bit!”
A whimper in the negative was the only response she received--however, as the exorcism got into high gear, she could hear the sound of the Doctor’s hurried retreat to his own room, and the slam of his bedroom door.
Guess he can’t handle scary movies.
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