Author's Notes: New one shot drabblish story I'm doing with Indigo-Night-Wisp. This one is hers so enjoy and if you don't already read her stuff go check her out.
A/N: Pre-Melody.
And Zany has clearly Not Quite Got the Hang Of writing drabbles with only 100 words.
"This," says the Doctor, "is a silly game."
"You're only saying that because you're losing," Amy shoots back, in the utterly reasonable tone of one who is currently winning.
"No, really," insists the Doctor. "It is silly. I mean, what is the purpose of putting letters together to make words? If you want to make words, why not talk? Talking is great fun and very easy and does not require plastic tiles."
"And it's something you're good at," mumbles Rory, sorting through his last three letter tiles and then pausing to stare at the Scrabble board with something like amusement on his face.
The Doctor glares at the Nurse. "I heard that," he says, "and anyway –"
"Doctor," Amy interrupts, "if you don't like this game, then you can pick the next one, alright. Rory," she asks impatiently of her husband, "are you finished yet? You honestly take longer than anyone in the universe to play Scrabble."
"Yes," says Rory, with a cheerful sort of smugness as he lays his final letters down. "I'm finished."
And he is, and so is the game, because the I and the O and the N he lays down complete the word begun much earlier in the game with the Doctor's C and Amy's R from when she spelled RORY and the word Rory's letters spell is CENTURION and as they gape at him and at the board and at each other he thinks with no little satisfaction that this must be what having the last word feels like.