Doctor Who Drabbles
Ziggy
A bunch of drabbles written for another site. Prompts included.
Kitty, Kitty
"No, no, no, no, absolutely not!" The Doctor stated emphatically, circling the TARDIS's main console.
"Oh, why not?" Donna insisted. "You have the TARDIS, why can't I have a pet, too?"
"The TARDIS is not a pet! She's a very complex time machine," he gestured to the purring ball of calico fluff Donna held in her hands, "not a fur-shedding, litter-box-using, fish-breathed, four-legged method of rodent control!"
"Oh, what harm can one little kitten do?"
Thinking of the cat nuns on New Earth, the Doctor shuddered. "You'd be surprised."
"Oh, please, please, please!" Donna cooed. "I'll even name him 'Smith'!"
"It's definitely not staying then!"
2/13/08
1001 Whovian Nights drabble prompt: Kitten
One Thought
Author's Note: Takes place during the 3rd season episode, Last of the Time Lords
Martha Jones lay curled beneath the clean straw in an old barn. After several months of tranversing the world, she was used to sleeping anywhere and anywhen she could.
Whirling thoughts prevented any rest. It wasn't the fact that she was a wanted woman or that she was on a mission to save the world that forestalled sleep. Her restlessness was due to the image of one person. Somebody whom she cared for more than anyone, besides her family.
Shivering, Martha closed her eyes. As slumber slowly overtook her, one thought stayed with her, hoping he was still alive:
Doctor.
2/3/08
DW100 drabble prompt: Companion
It's the Waiting
The Doctor leaned back on the bench, stared at the ceiling for a bit before turning his attention elsewhere. Heaving a sigh, he angled forward, elbows on knees, watched people and aliens bustle by. A mischievious glance around. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, adjusted the setting, pointed it at the gum machine across the corridor. He began to press the button--
"Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" Martha asked, bags in hand as she exited the shop.
The Doctor jumped guiltly. "Blimey, how long does it take to get a new dress, anyway?"
2/23/08
DW100 drabble prompt: Ennui
Storm
The sharp wind whipped the powdery snow into a frenzy. It swirled around the figure standing upon the cliff. The Doctor didn't notice the bitter cold as he stood, hands in trouser pockets, his hair an even more tangled mess, his brown overcoat snapping behind him. The TARDIS rested a short distance away, half-buried in the white stuff.
His brown eyes took in the whiteout conditions.
But his mind's-eye only saw images of his life, deaths, regenerations, companions, friends, enemies, wars and peace, planets born, planets dying.
And there was so much more coming.
He stared, resolute, into the storm.
2/1/08
DW100 drabble prompt: Snow and ice
A Battle Rages
"You, Martha Jones, are flirting with disaster!"
The young student just laughed from behind the tall tree. She carefully peered around the trunk to see the Doctor bent over, scooping snow into his hands. He rose, packing the fluffy stuff into a compact ball. Martha let loose with her own missile.
The snowball smacked the Doctor across the side of the head. Frozen ice crystals exploded everywhere, making his already disheveled hair more so. With a yell, the Doctor staggered through the deep snowfall; with a squeal of delight, Martha scooped up more snow.
And thus the snowball battle raged.
1/30/08
DW100 drabble prompts: Snow and ice, Flirting with Disaster