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such_heights) wrote2012-08-30 12:44 pm
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Pond Life!
So the webisodes the BBC are showing in the run up to Doctor Who coming back are very short and very ridiculous and exceedingly adorable. I believe they're not region-locked, and you can see them on the BBC website or at their youtube channel. Four are now up - there's one more tomorrow at noon and then MY SHOW IS BACK OMG.
♥! GOD THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE.
In celebration of their cute faces returning to my life, I am in the mood to write some fic. Throw some prompts my way if you like and I will see what I can do! :D
♥! GOD THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE.
In celebration of their cute faces returning to my life, I am in the mood to write some fic. Throw some prompts my way if you like and I will see what I can do! :D
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PONDS.
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Hmm... on a prompt: maybe- Amy getting Rory that lunchbox. xD
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When Amy's back in Leadworth helping her mum root through the attic, she finds a box full of childhood objects. She spends a happy half an hour sat cross legged amongst boxes and cobwebs looking over old exercise books and toys, even a couple of old Raggedy Doctor cartoons that she hadn't ended up taking with her when she moved out.
"Oh, mum, look at this!" she says, pulling out what turns out to be an old lunchbox. The picture on the front has faded into blotches of colours, but Amy remembers it well - her Roman lunchbox, prized possession of Year Six.
"You were really into your Romans, weren't you?" her mum says, coming over to see.
Amy nods. "Yup. Invasion of the Hot Italians, you know. Oh, I kind of wish that this was still in good nick, actually - I bet Rory would love this."
"Really? I didn't have him pegged as the ancient history type."
"He, ah, dabbles. Picked it up from me."
"Well, he's a grown man, he probably doesn't need a lunchbox to take with him to the hospital."
Amy laughs. "See, that's where I think you're wrong."
She takes a picture of the image and spends the afternoon recreating the original version, before googling 'personalised lunch boxes' and grinning to herself.
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It gets delivered to her office a week later, and Amy might just have to get one of her own, too, it looks so cool. She asks her PA to go and track down some wrapping paper and a bow, and wraps it up herself.
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"Hi honey, I'm home!" she sing-songs as she gets home that night.
Rory pokes his head into the hallway and frowns. "What did you do?" he asks suspiciously.
"What?! Nothing! Can't I just be happy to be home?"
"Well, you can, but normally you have to collapse on the sofa while I bring you tea and biscuits before you remember how sentences work."
Amy concedes the point. She reaches into her bag and produces her parcel. "I got you a present!"
"Really?" Rory tugs at the bow, looking confused, an expression that doesn't change as he unwraps his present. "It's a lunchbox," he says.
"With Romans on it!"
"With Romans on it," he agrees. "Very historically inaccurate Romans, but Romans nonetheless."
"Spoilsport," Amy pouts.
Rory picks up the box and examines it from a range of angles. "So, I mean. Not that this isn't nice and everything, but - why?"
"Oh. Well, when I was at my parents', I was going through the attic - do you remember I used to have a lunchbox just like that?"
"Huh. Yeah, now you mention it."
"So I sort of tripped and fell into a whirlwind of nostalgia and, er, decided you needed one." Amy has to admit it sounds a little ridiculous out loud.
Rory grins and kisses her cheek. "It's great. I shall take it to the hospital with pride."
"Yeah, you'd better. Now, fancy putting the kettle on?"
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Thanks!
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"Well," she says. "That's. Yes."
"Guest Ood," says Rory. "Right." He takes Amy's hands in his. "Do you remember when our lives used to be normal?"
Amy blinks at him. "No, not really."
"I guess that never happened, did it?"
"Not so much." She steps forward and drapes her arms over his shoulders. "It does keep things interesting though!" She leans in, kissing him slowly.
Rory breaks off, giggling.
"What?!"
"I'm sorry, it's just --" He waggles his fingers under his chin. "The Ood is right downstairs, I can't. I keep thinking about -- oodly appendages."
"Oh god." Amy looks disgusted. "Thanks, that's put me right off."
They both stare at the door a little mournfully.
"Reckon the Doctor's going to come and pick it up soon?"
"Doubt it."
"Damn."
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"If the Ood is going to live here he really ought to have a proper name."
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<3
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Otherwise, I <3 these like pie.
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-30 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)If it's not too cheeky for a random to request a mini fic, I'd love to see a little something where the Doctor comments on Rory's new delightfully enormous hair...?
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