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Snog Him!"Go ahead. Snog him. You know you want to," Amy urged.
"Mother dear," River said, "I do not snog on command."
"Oh, come on!" Amy said bumping her shoulder with a grin. "When you were Mels..."
"When I was Mels," River said with dignity, "we were both adolescents. I've matured since then." River gave her a repressive look over her shoulder, high on her high horse. Amy just grinned.
They'd just come off an adventure. Another world saved. Another alien invasion thwarted. Another planet of green swampy people free to live their lives in peace.
They were all back in the Tardis, and all still covered in drying swamp mud. The Doctor was grinning and gesticulating, looking totally adorable as he explained to Rory how he'd assembled the complicated technological doo-dad that he'd put together at the last minute to make the invaders' oxygen tanks fritz out.
Rory's eyes were glazing over, as usual.
"So," Amy said, crossing her arms and tipping her head at her daughter. "Since you're too mature to
Doctor Who Silly Stories Part 88Chapter Eighty Eight
"Doctor, this never works and it only gets Rose riled up and then she's angry for the rest of the day," Jack said to the Doctor while they headed down the passageway towards the living room.
"Nonsense, she enjoys the banter and the closeness it engenders, just watch!" the Doctor said.
"Your funeral," Jack said, shrugging.
The Doctor entered the living room and walked over to Rose. She was sitting on the sofa reading another book. The Doctor boldly walked up to her right side and leaned over, staring at her with wide eyes while Jack stood back and watched.
"I have come for fun and merriment again," he said to her.
Rose paid no attention to him and kept on reading.
"Why do you read so much when there's zillions of things we could be doing at this moment?" the Doctor asked.
"Because reading keeps me calm which keeps me from putting my fist in your face," Rose said without taking her eyes off the book.
"Why do you enjoy violence so much?" the Doctor said, leaning in cl
UFOTwo unidentified onlookers get a big surprise.
"It was a blue box."
"What do you mean, 'a blue box?'"
"It just appeared, in the back yard."
"Did you open it?"
"First off, it was big. And there were voices coming out of it."
"Yeah, listen," he flicked on his cell phone where he'd recorded it.
It was a big blue box, like an old wood-sided telephone booth. As the picture bumped closer he could hear the voices.
"Well if you hadn't (incomprehensible words)...."
"Sweetie, if I hadn't (incomprehensible words) we would have materialized in the sun. Are you sure about those coordinates?"
"Oi! My coordinates are just fine! Now if you'll just step aside..."
The box started to fade in and out, giving off a hideous groaning sound. The cell phone jumped back.
The box disappeared, then resolidified. The voices came through the wood again, "Not that, Sweetie! Really, you'd think you'd never driven the thing before..."
The box disappeared with an abrupt snap, leav
Nice GuysRory and River pull a prank on Amy...
"You know she's going to kill us for this, right?" River asked quietly as she and Rory snuck up the stairs to Amy's bedroom.
"It'll be worth it," Rory responded. "Shh... quiet now..." He pushed open the bedroom door. Amy was sprawled on the bed in the moonlight. She hadn't even changed out of her shorts and jacket.
Father and daughter tiptoed around the room, setting things up, gritting their teeth and wincing every time Amy snorted.
Finally they were done, and tiptoed back out of the room. Rory shut the door carefully, wincing as the lock clicked quietly.
They sneaked back down the stairs to the kitchen. Only breathing openly when they reached that cool tiled room.
"Dad," River said, turning to him with a look of admiration. "I'm impressed. I'd never have thought you had it in you."
Rory shrugged. "A guy's got to have some blackmail material."
"She's never going to let you get away with it," River said, as she pulled down the ingredi
Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)The Doctor and River run into Jack, who's a bit befuddled about their relationship.
Jack shot at one of the bulky figures over the wooden barricade he was hiding behind. Blaster fire and grenades exploded all around him, peppering him with debris.
He ducked back behind his barricade and changed out the charge pack in his gun. A lanky man ran up, slipped in the shale, and joined him behind the barricade. The floppy haired individual stared up at him in shock.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched, surprised voice.
"Shooting people," Jack said, and took a couple of potshots over the barrier. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jack," the man said with a trace of hurt. "It's me."
"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Jack said, sighting down his gun. "I know a lot of me's."
"Oh, right, the face."
Jack's head whipped around at that. He scanned the man in front of him, young, pretty mouth, thick hair, wearing, good god, a bow tie and tweed. "Doctor?"
The man grinned.
Domestic(10th Doctor and Donna)
Sometimes having a roommate can be a real pain.
"What is it this time? I'm trying to take a bath!" Donna leaned out of the Tardis bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head.
The Doctor stalked over to her and waved a wobbly sandwich in her face, pickles flying everywhere. "What," he said, with ominous emphasis, "is this?"
She gave him a look like he was a blithering moron. "Lunch?"
"Why was it sitting on the console over the navigation controls?"
Donna looked down at herself, wrapped in a towel and fuzzy slippers, then back up at him, pointedly. "Is now really the time? I made you a sandwich. Be grateful!"
She slammed the door in his face.
He knocked on the door.
She jerked it back open with an annoyed look on her face. "What now?!" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "My bubbles are getting cold!"
"You got crumbs in the stellar rectifyer!" He waved emphatically, the sandwich in his hand spraying onions and mustard down the
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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