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nonelvisTitle: Fragment of a Fragment
Characters/Pairing(s): Eleventh Doctor, the TARDIS
Rating: All ages
Word count: 436
Spoilers: none
Summary: A quiet moment between a Time Lord and his most faithful companion.
Author's Notes: Fornostalgia, who wanted Doctor/TARDIS for her birthday. Happy birthday, Nos!
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It had been a difficult few weeks? Months? Even he, a Time Lord, was losing track of time. With Amy and Rory insisting on a weekend to see their "friends," as if any friends other than the Doctor mattered, he'd found himself caught up in what turned out to be an endless series of misadventures: a revolution nearly quashed on Praxaphonus Minor, only unquashed with his assistance; zombie hordes to defeat on Alphus; humans doing something monumentally stupid on Earth. Again. Then, again. And then, again.
And now, freshly showered after an incident in the Aldaxian swamps he hoped to forget, there would undoubtedly be some other emergency to tend to. No room for weariness – not that there ever was, absolute waste of time, that.
"Where to next, old girl? Hostile invasion? Macra infestation? How about a kitten stuck up a tree? Not much of a challenge, I'm afraid, unless we're talking about Jamjani kittens, nasty little things. Nothing should have quite so many teeth."
The TARDIS juddered to a halt. A slow creak as one of the front doors cracked open in invitation.
"Awfully eager for this one, aren't you? Well, who am I to say no." The Doctor sighed, adjusted his bow tie, and opened the door fully.
They were on a fragment of a fragment of an asteroid drifting through space alongside a cluster of other fragments of fragments of rock. The TARDIS had landed with the pinpoint precision of a ship that could only do this when she bloody well felt like it; there was just enough room on the fragment for her footprint, and for the Doctor to sit at the edge of the doorway, his feet dangling into space.
Beyond the asteroid belt, an iridescent nebula stretched lazy tangerine and turquoise tendrils across half the Doctor's field of vision. Near enough to a sunset in space, with hundreds of suns winking in the distance.
The Doctor settled into his seat, and found a tea set beside him: a simple cobalt-blue pot steaming with his favorite Venusian blend; a matching plate stacked with cheese-and-pickle sandwiches cut into crustless triangles. A separate plate laden with Jammie Dodgers.
"I suppose we both needed a brief holiday," he said, pouring himself a cup of tea and biting into a sandwich.
Outside, the nebula's colors shifted like tides, waves pulsing in rhythms whose multidimensional equations the Doctor could calculate to fourteen decimal places.
But instead, he rested his hand on his ship's door, and closed his eyes, and let her hum vibrate through his palm until everything was still.
Characters/Pairing(s): Eleventh Doctor, the TARDIS
Rating: All ages
Word count: 436
Spoilers: none
Summary: A quiet moment between a Time Lord and his most faithful companion.
Author's Notes: For
nostalgia, who wanted Doctor/TARDIS for her birthday. Happy birthday, Nos!::xposted to
dwfiction and dwfiction, and archived at A Teaspoon And An Open Mind and AO3It had been a difficult few weeks? Months? Even he, a Time Lord, was losing track of time. With Amy and Rory insisting on a weekend to see their "friends," as if any friends other than the Doctor mattered, he'd found himself caught up in what turned out to be an endless series of misadventures: a revolution nearly quashed on Praxaphonus Minor, only unquashed with his assistance; zombie hordes to defeat on Alphus; humans doing something monumentally stupid on Earth. Again. Then, again. And then, again.
And now, freshly showered after an incident in the Aldaxian swamps he hoped to forget, there would undoubtedly be some other emergency to tend to. No room for weariness – not that there ever was, absolute waste of time, that.
"Where to next, old girl? Hostile invasion? Macra infestation? How about a kitten stuck up a tree? Not much of a challenge, I'm afraid, unless we're talking about Jamjani kittens, nasty little things. Nothing should have quite so many teeth."
The TARDIS juddered to a halt. A slow creak as one of the front doors cracked open in invitation.
"Awfully eager for this one, aren't you? Well, who am I to say no." The Doctor sighed, adjusted his bow tie, and opened the door fully.
They were on a fragment of a fragment of an asteroid drifting through space alongside a cluster of other fragments of fragments of rock. The TARDIS had landed with the pinpoint precision of a ship that could only do this when she bloody well felt like it; there was just enough room on the fragment for her footprint, and for the Doctor to sit at the edge of the doorway, his feet dangling into space.
Beyond the asteroid belt, an iridescent nebula stretched lazy tangerine and turquoise tendrils across half the Doctor's field of vision. Near enough to a sunset in space, with hundreds of suns winking in the distance.
The Doctor settled into his seat, and found a tea set beside him: a simple cobalt-blue pot steaming with his favorite Venusian blend; a matching plate stacked with cheese-and-pickle sandwiches cut into crustless triangles. A separate plate laden with Jammie Dodgers.
"I suppose we both needed a brief holiday," he said, pouring himself a cup of tea and biting into a sandwich.
Outside, the nebula's colors shifted like tides, waves pulsing in rhythms whose multidimensional equations the Doctor could calculate to fourteen decimal places.
But instead, he rested his hand on his ship's door, and closed his eyes, and let her hum vibrate through his palm until everything was still.
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