Title: Defence
Author: Anactoria (formerly Desolation)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Well, obviously.
Pairings or characters involved: Implied D/Leon and Doctor/Rose
Notes: Written for the psohdrabble community on LJ.
"More tea, Doctor?"
"Er, no. Thanks."
He's never much cared for the D. They're arrogant, acting as though they've got the monopoly on the moral high ground, when half the time the justice they dish out is just petty revenge dressed up in mystical clothing. Plus they're… well, pretentious. A bit up themselves, really.
This youngest one, though, seems different. More compassionate – more human, even. Grandfather hasn't been the only influence on him, obviously.
The Doctor follows his gaze across the shop floor and finds a tall, scruffy blond fellow chatting to Rose – chatting her up, maybe, but in a pretty half-hearted kind of a way. He gestures wildly with his teacup, spilling half its contents over the ornate sofa, and D's mouth quirks in irritation. But he doesn't scold.
Ah.