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calliopes_pen) wrote2007-11-15 03:54 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2007-11-15 03:54 pm
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Two Drabbles
I wrote two more drabbles for the lifeonmartha drabble challenge. As before, they're cut to save my friends list.
Forpersiflage_1: Martha goes dancing with Jack.
Martha looked around the room with a slightly raised eyebrow, before turning back to Captain Jack Harkness. It had only been a day and change following the events of The Year That Wasn’t, and Jack wanted to get to know Martha better—with the benefit of getting her mind off of everything.
With his patented Harkness charm, he grinned and asked, “So…may I have the first dance, milady?” He brightened even more when she nodded, and scooped her up, and placed her in the middle of the room, before turning on some 1940’s romantic music.
Putting his arms around her, they slowly danced, with him gradually moving his arms southward, before goosing her. He laughed when she squeaked, but immediately stopped when she whispered into his ear with a laugh, “Hands above the equator, mister...”
Putting one hand to his forehead dramatically, he backed away for a moment. “You wound me, ma’am. Would I ever try to take advantage of a lady?” His smirk ruined the seriousness of the statement, but the sound of Martha’s answering laugh made him feel better. So did the answering “Yes.”
After they danced for ten more minutes (and Jack had almost goosed her again before a glare made him stop) Jack dipped her seductively one last time. Putting on his sweetest look, he kissed Martha’s hand.
“So…want to go back to the Hub and see my pterodactyl?”
Martha shoved him, playfully saying, “Stop it, Jack!” She paused, the duo realizing she really sounded like the Doctor at that moment, before they broke down laughing. The laughter lasted longer than it should have, and was a release from the last year of agony. Getting their laughter under control, he couldn’t stop the spark of mischief in his eyes when he asked, “What? Don’t you want to see Myfanwy?”
Martha started to shake her head in disbelief, shoving him away. “Not on your life, Jack!”
Realizing what she was thinking, he started, held up his hands in denial, and said, “It’s not what you think, I swear! I mean it could be…but it isn’t!”
“You really have a dinosaur at the Hub?” When Jack nodded in the affirmative, she squealed, “I want to see!”
That wasn’t a surprise, as he knew she would be curious—however, what she did next was. Seductively, she leaned forward, and whispered, “And if you buy me a drink next time there’s an apocalypse, you just might find yourself a very happy man.”
For once, Captain Jack Harkness was actually speechless as she walked away. After realizing she was alone, and knowing full well why, she teased, “Well? Come on, Captain, we’ve got a rare species to see.”
With a growing grin, he shouted to her, “Yes, Ma’am!”
This second one was written for me. I almost added the prompt of “ouija board” to another drabble, when I decided to just write it myself.
Martha and the Doctor were staring at each other intently, grinning before they simultaneously placed their fingers on the planchette of their new ouija board. Jack was down the hall, having opted out for reasons that may have had something to do with the fact that he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.
Martha opened her mouth to begin the questions, but stopped as the Doctor held up a finger, and grabbed his trusty sonic screwdriver. Martha raised an eyebrow and waited while he messed with settings, knowing he would get around to explaining eventually. Finally, the Doctor smiled, and put the device back in his pocket.
“If you’re going to be playing around with forces you couldn’t possibly understand, you should always be on the lookout for aliens that want to take advantage.” He rubbed the back of his neck, and frowned. “Since the Master’s currently dead, I didn’t want him popping in suddenly, hijacking that thing and haunting us.” After events with the Great Beast and the sun creature, he knew it could happen.
When she snorted in amusement, he gave her a look. She relented after a moment, saying, “That would be something he would do. So…no worries here about a mention of never-ending drums coming through the board? We can start?”
There was a quiet thud from elsewhere in the ship, likely Jack’s room—after nothing else happened, they chuckled. “He just fell out of bed. Let’s play!”
The Doctor leaned forward. Earlier, he had promised not to cheat, and he was doing his best. Martha asked the first question. “Is anyone there?”
The planchette flew to “Yes,” and the two looked at each other, surprised it was working. The Doctor shrugged, meaning it wasn’t him that was doing it. With a voice that didn’t waver in the slightest, she asked the second question. “Tell us who you are. Who were you in life?” The Doctor and Martha leaned over, reading out the letters as they were pointed to.
“J-A-C-K. H-A-R-K-N-E-S-S.”
Martha and the Doctor looked at each other in awe, and then hurried to Jack’s room. They got to his door, just in time to hear him gasp as he returned to life. He grinned at them before he said anything. “Couldn’t resist, guys…”
The Doctor crouched next to the man, and quietly spoke. “I don’t know how you did that, but I can guess you had some help from the TARDIS. We’ll discuss your misuse of the old girl later. For now, though, let’s get you out of here, where you won’t become a ghostly spectre that haunts us during board games.”
As they entered the console room, the trio heard the sound of squeaking wheels, and were stunned to see the planchette moving on its own. Obviously, Jack wasn’t doing it this time, and from the startled hum the TARDIS was denying all knowledge as well.
The Doctor leaned over to look, with Martha and Jack hovering a few feet behind him. After it finished moving (after a few minutes, as there were quite a few words spelled out) they edged a little bit closer, with Jack speaking first, a bit more cautiously than usual.
“What’s it say, Doc?”
The Doctor looked annoyed, before answering. “‘Looks like your sonic screwdriver doesn’t work as well as you thought. Told you laser was better. Love, the Master.’ Why couldn’t it have been someone else?”
lifeonmartha drabble challenge. As before, they're cut to save my friends list.For
persiflage_1: Martha goes dancing with Jack.Martha looked around the room with a slightly raised eyebrow, before turning back to Captain Jack Harkness. It had only been a day and change following the events of The Year That Wasn’t, and Jack wanted to get to know Martha better—with the benefit of getting her mind off of everything.
With his patented Harkness charm, he grinned and asked, “So…may I have the first dance, milady?” He brightened even more when she nodded, and scooped her up, and placed her in the middle of the room, before turning on some 1940’s romantic music.
Putting his arms around her, they slowly danced, with him gradually moving his arms southward, before goosing her. He laughed when she squeaked, but immediately stopped when she whispered into his ear with a laugh, “Hands above the equator, mister...”
Putting one hand to his forehead dramatically, he backed away for a moment. “You wound me, ma’am. Would I ever try to take advantage of a lady?” His smirk ruined the seriousness of the statement, but the sound of Martha’s answering laugh made him feel better. So did the answering “Yes.”
After they danced for ten more minutes (and Jack had almost goosed her again before a glare made him stop) Jack dipped her seductively one last time. Putting on his sweetest look, he kissed Martha’s hand.
“So…want to go back to the Hub and see my pterodactyl?”
Martha shoved him, playfully saying, “Stop it, Jack!” She paused, the duo realizing she really sounded like the Doctor at that moment, before they broke down laughing. The laughter lasted longer than it should have, and was a release from the last year of agony. Getting their laughter under control, he couldn’t stop the spark of mischief in his eyes when he asked, “What? Don’t you want to see Myfanwy?”
Martha started to shake her head in disbelief, shoving him away. “Not on your life, Jack!”
Realizing what she was thinking, he started, held up his hands in denial, and said, “It’s not what you think, I swear! I mean it could be…but it isn’t!”
“You really have a dinosaur at the Hub?” When Jack nodded in the affirmative, she squealed, “I want to see!”
That wasn’t a surprise, as he knew she would be curious—however, what she did next was. Seductively, she leaned forward, and whispered, “And if you buy me a drink next time there’s an apocalypse, you just might find yourself a very happy man.”
For once, Captain Jack Harkness was actually speechless as she walked away. After realizing she was alone, and knowing full well why, she teased, “Well? Come on, Captain, we’ve got a rare species to see.”
With a growing grin, he shouted to her, “Yes, Ma’am!”
This second one was written for me. I almost added the prompt of “ouija board” to another drabble, when I decided to just write it myself.
Martha and the Doctor were staring at each other intently, grinning before they simultaneously placed their fingers on the planchette of their new ouija board. Jack was down the hall, having opted out for reasons that may have had something to do with the fact that he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.
Martha opened her mouth to begin the questions, but stopped as the Doctor held up a finger, and grabbed his trusty sonic screwdriver. Martha raised an eyebrow and waited while he messed with settings, knowing he would get around to explaining eventually. Finally, the Doctor smiled, and put the device back in his pocket.
“If you’re going to be playing around with forces you couldn’t possibly understand, you should always be on the lookout for aliens that want to take advantage.” He rubbed the back of his neck, and frowned. “Since the Master’s currently dead, I didn’t want him popping in suddenly, hijacking that thing and haunting us.” After events with the Great Beast and the sun creature, he knew it could happen.
When she snorted in amusement, he gave her a look. She relented after a moment, saying, “That would be something he would do. So…no worries here about a mention of never-ending drums coming through the board? We can start?”
There was a quiet thud from elsewhere in the ship, likely Jack’s room—after nothing else happened, they chuckled. “He just fell out of bed. Let’s play!”
The Doctor leaned forward. Earlier, he had promised not to cheat, and he was doing his best. Martha asked the first question. “Is anyone there?”
The planchette flew to “Yes,” and the two looked at each other, surprised it was working. The Doctor shrugged, meaning it wasn’t him that was doing it. With a voice that didn’t waver in the slightest, she asked the second question. “Tell us who you are. Who were you in life?” The Doctor and Martha leaned over, reading out the letters as they were pointed to.
“J-A-C-K. H-A-R-K-N-E-S-S.”
Martha and the Doctor looked at each other in awe, and then hurried to Jack’s room. They got to his door, just in time to hear him gasp as he returned to life. He grinned at them before he said anything. “Couldn’t resist, guys…”
The Doctor crouched next to the man, and quietly spoke. “I don’t know how you did that, but I can guess you had some help from the TARDIS. We’ll discuss your misuse of the old girl later. For now, though, let’s get you out of here, where you won’t become a ghostly spectre that haunts us during board games.”
As they entered the console room, the trio heard the sound of squeaking wheels, and were stunned to see the planchette moving on its own. Obviously, Jack wasn’t doing it this time, and from the startled hum the TARDIS was denying all knowledge as well.
The Doctor leaned over to look, with Martha and Jack hovering a few feet behind him. After it finished moving (after a few minutes, as there were quite a few words spelled out) they edged a little bit closer, with Jack speaking first, a bit more cautiously than usual.
“What’s it say, Doc?”
The Doctor looked annoyed, before answering. “‘Looks like your sonic screwdriver doesn’t work as well as you thought. Told you laser was better. Love, the Master.’ Why couldn’t it have been someone else?”
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Now, that is a perfect pick-up line for Jack!
“‘Looks like your sonic screwdriver doesn’t work as well as you thought. Told you laser was better. Love, the Master.’"
ROFLMAO! Is there a sequel anywhere?
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Now, that is a perfect pick-up line for Jack!
Jack would likely be filled with double entendre, even when he wasn't even trying!
ROFLMAO! Is there a sequel anywhere?
No, no sequels. I had been considering writing another drabble eventually, where The Master haunts the TARDIS after that ouija board incident, though.
If I do write it, it will have to be sometime after I finish my fanfic for the OT3 ficathon.
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Fair enough. I don't think I've got a ficathon that I'm not behind on at this point… Would love to read it if it ever happens, though.
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Hi. I'm a random stranger who likes to comment on peoples' icons. :)
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And this explains one of the first fics I read; glad to have the backstory on the haunting.