Mini-fics, Post #20
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usedtobeljsMini-fics! Thanks to gwynnega, misbegotten, and anne_d for prompts; I will do the remaining two tomorrow. :) This time, a drabble for LPW/Harriet, a double-drabble for Twelve/River, and a little more than a double-drabble for Twelve/River again.
SPINE OF A BOOK
As the murderer was drawn out of the library by the constables, Peter looked down at the Jacobean table, on which lay an open book from 1635. The spine of the book had been cracked, the title page torn, at the hands of the librarian who'd also killed his employer.
Peter hovered his hand over the broken book – one of the earliest published collections of Donne's work. This violation of what he held dear enraged him.
Then Harriet's hand came to his back, lightly tracing his own spine, and he was reminded of what he loved even more than Donne.
.............................
CHILL
River Song surveyed her husband, who was busily engaged in trying to open the door to their joint cell in this backwater of a galaxy she'd found in an archeological text. Bit of a mistake, she admitted, but just look at him.
"Aren't you hot in here?" she said casually.
The Doctor, who was wearing his standard gear for one of their Darillium nights, made a Scottish noise and then examined his sonic screwdriver.
(Her sonic screwdriver, actually, but wifely discretion kept her from mentioning that.)
She stood, went to him, traced his lovely shoulders under the T-shirt, hoodie, and new overcoat he sported. For a moment he stopped messing about with tech and let her pet him.
Then, gruffly, "A body could never feel the cold around you, my dear," as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Sweetie," she said, and despite the guard outside and her own plan of escape, she turned him around and kissed him properly, her hands diving below his layers and finding her auld fella to pull him closer yet, feel his warmth.
For now, for twenty-four years' worth of now, they were both so warm together, and the chill was years away.
.......................
BLANKET
River had disappeared somewhere in the Tardis, rather than the cottage they shared on Darillium. The Doctor had played his guitar through his entire repertoire of the Who, in fact, which told him he hadn't seen her for hours.
With that endpoint of their time here all too close, he didn't like that absence.
When he walked into the Tardis, however, a certain humming from the console told him where River was. The second deck, where…Oh. Right.
He didn't run to find her, but only because his knee was playing up.
Yes, she was in the room that had been her parents' space when they traveled with him. She sat cross-legged on the floor – just as Amy used to do – and held a soft, quilted blanket to her heart.
It had been the coverlet Amy had intended for River as a baby, but then time and space and Madame Kovarian had intervened.
"Why did you want to find that, River?"
Without looking at him, she held out her hand. He came closer, scrambled down beside her, and took a firm hold.
"Counting old losses and new wins, sweetie," she said.
He needed one of Clara's old flashcards to tell him what to say, he thought. But when he kissed River and she kissed back, he knew the victory was here, them, together.
Hugs and thanks!
gwynnega, misbegotten, and anne_d for prompts; I will do the remaining two tomorrow. :) This time, a drabble for LPW/Harriet, a double-drabble for Twelve/River, and a little more than a double-drabble for Twelve/River again.SPINE OF A BOOK
As the murderer was drawn out of the library by the constables, Peter looked down at the Jacobean table, on which lay an open book from 1635. The spine of the book had been cracked, the title page torn, at the hands of the librarian who'd also killed his employer.
Peter hovered his hand over the broken book – one of the earliest published collections of Donne's work. This violation of what he held dear enraged him.
Then Harriet's hand came to his back, lightly tracing his own spine, and he was reminded of what he loved even more than Donne.
.............................
CHILL
River Song surveyed her husband, who was busily engaged in trying to open the door to their joint cell in this backwater of a galaxy she'd found in an archeological text. Bit of a mistake, she admitted, but just look at him.
"Aren't you hot in here?" she said casually.
The Doctor, who was wearing his standard gear for one of their Darillium nights, made a Scottish noise and then examined his sonic screwdriver.
(Her sonic screwdriver, actually, but wifely discretion kept her from mentioning that.)
She stood, went to him, traced his lovely shoulders under the T-shirt, hoodie, and new overcoat he sported. For a moment he stopped messing about with tech and let her pet him.
Then, gruffly, "A body could never feel the cold around you, my dear," as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Sweetie," she said, and despite the guard outside and her own plan of escape, she turned him around and kissed him properly, her hands diving below his layers and finding her auld fella to pull him closer yet, feel his warmth.
For now, for twenty-four years' worth of now, they were both so warm together, and the chill was years away.
.......................
BLANKET
River had disappeared somewhere in the Tardis, rather than the cottage they shared on Darillium. The Doctor had played his guitar through his entire repertoire of the Who, in fact, which told him he hadn't seen her for hours.
With that endpoint of their time here all too close, he didn't like that absence.
When he walked into the Tardis, however, a certain humming from the console told him where River was. The second deck, where…Oh. Right.
He didn't run to find her, but only because his knee was playing up.
Yes, she was in the room that had been her parents' space when they traveled with him. She sat cross-legged on the floor – just as Amy used to do – and held a soft, quilted blanket to her heart.
It had been the coverlet Amy had intended for River as a baby, but then time and space and Madame Kovarian had intervened.
"Why did you want to find that, River?"
Without looking at him, she held out her hand. He came closer, scrambled down beside her, and took a firm hold.
"Counting old losses and new wins, sweetie," she said.
He needed one of Clara's old flashcards to tell him what to say, he thought. But when he kissed River and she kissed back, he knew the victory was here, them, together.
Hugs and thanks!
