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eponymous_rose) wrote2008-02-10 11:22 pm
eponymous_rose) wrote2008-02-10 11:22 pm
Entry tags:
Doctor Who | Escape Velocity
Title: Escape Velocity
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eponymous_rose
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Genre: Humour, Adventure
Characters: Evelyn Smythe, Sixth Doctor
Author's Note: The forecast this week is for multiples-of-drabbles, owing to a cold front that's bringing in brief but intense flurries of midterms and papers. Expect clearing by Thursday, Friday at the latest.
"Well, I told you so, didn't I?" Evelyn whispered from the bushes. She cast a worried glance at the aliens, who were still too preoccupied with chanting and dancing around a massive bonfire to have noticed her daring (and, thanks to the dry underbrush, extremely noisy) rescue attempt.
The Doctor stared balefully at her from where he was tied to a tree. "Right," he said. "Very clever, let's all have a laugh. How was I to know they consider the word 'fricative' to be tantamount to sacrilege?"
Evelyn rummaged through her purse, retrieved her pocket-knife, and started sawing at the bonds around his hands. "What I'd like to know is how you came to be using that word in the first place."
Wincing as the ropes snapped free, the Doctor rubbed at his wrists. "Well," he said, and she interrupted hastily.
"You know, I think I could do without the linguistics lecture after all. There you go." She sliced the coils of rope from around his ankles as well, and then stood up, feeling her hip give an ominous creak as she went.
"Look!" bellowed one of the guards. "The blasphemer! He is escaping!"
The Doctor cast Evelyn a pained look. "You'd think with such developed vocabularies, they'd at least have learned new and exciting ways to state the obvious."
"To the TARDIS, then?" said Evelyn, eyeing the ringleader, who was brandishing a particularly nasty-looking scimitar in each of his twelve hands.
"To the TARDIS, I think," said the Doctor, and grabbed her hand.
"I'm getting too old for this," Evelyn muttered.
"Too old? You? Never." Together, they crashed through the undergrowth to the TARDIS, and even as Evelyn felt her heart beat a little more quickly than was at all recommended by her cardiologist, she was grinning.
Author:
eponymous_roseWord Count: 300
Rating: G
Genre: Humour, Adventure
Characters: Evelyn Smythe, Sixth Doctor
Author's Note: The forecast this week is for multiples-of-drabbles, owing to a cold front that's bringing in brief but intense flurries of midterms and papers. Expect clearing by Thursday, Friday at the latest.
"Well, I told you so, didn't I?" Evelyn whispered from the bushes. She cast a worried glance at the aliens, who were still too preoccupied with chanting and dancing around a massive bonfire to have noticed her daring (and, thanks to the dry underbrush, extremely noisy) rescue attempt.
The Doctor stared balefully at her from where he was tied to a tree. "Right," he said. "Very clever, let's all have a laugh. How was I to know they consider the word 'fricative' to be tantamount to sacrilege?"
Evelyn rummaged through her purse, retrieved her pocket-knife, and started sawing at the bonds around his hands. "What I'd like to know is how you came to be using that word in the first place."
Wincing as the ropes snapped free, the Doctor rubbed at his wrists. "Well," he said, and she interrupted hastily.
"You know, I think I could do without the linguistics lecture after all. There you go." She sliced the coils of rope from around his ankles as well, and then stood up, feeling her hip give an ominous creak as she went.
"Look!" bellowed one of the guards. "The blasphemer! He is escaping!"
The Doctor cast Evelyn a pained look. "You'd think with such developed vocabularies, they'd at least have learned new and exciting ways to state the obvious."
"To the TARDIS, then?" said Evelyn, eyeing the ringleader, who was brandishing a particularly nasty-looking scimitar in each of his twelve hands.
"To the TARDIS, I think," said the Doctor, and grabbed her hand.
"I'm getting too old for this," Evelyn muttered.
"Too old? You? Never." Together, they crashed through the undergrowth to the TARDIS, and even as Evelyn felt her heart beat a little more quickly than was at all recommended by her cardiologist, she was grinning.
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Thanks! :D
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*has no icon of the sixth doctor*
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Thanks for commenting! :D
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Anyway, it was brilliant. :D
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Thanks for reviewing!
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And that's all I can say, really. :) Oh, Evelyn.
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So glad because this was fun!
And I love how many words English holds that sound positively rude yet have perfectly innocent definitions! :D