The Who Tales-
Wooden Luck
Set during "The Christmas Invasion"…
Mickey stood above the Doctor, looking down at him from where he lay on the TARDIS' floor. 'D'you think he's gonna be okay?'
Marty was cross-legged on the floor next to him, watching him with a worried eye. 'Shouldn't we get him a pillow? That grating… looks uncomfortable.'
Having glanced up at her companions, she saw that her question was ignored. 'I don't know…' Rose began, not addressing anyone in particular. Then she turned to Mickey. 'I hope so…' She sighed and glanced at the Doctor, her face a mixture of emotions.
The ginger-haired girl leaned her elbows on her knees and knitted her brow, making the face she always did when she remembered the past, whether it was her own past or not. 'Before he always had somewhere to rest, or somewhere safe to be.. UNIT, that Zero Room thing… even here, in the TARDIS..'
She glanced outside the same time as Mickey. 'Don't know how much longer it'll be safe, though,' he said, thinking of the Sycorax ship, somewhere high above them.
Tears once again welled up in Rose's eyes, much to the alarm of the others. 'What if he gets stuck like that?'
Marty leapt off of the ground, the bottom of her long purple sweater fluttering. In a second she was at the older girl's side. 'He won't! It's just like he's…' She paused, thinking. 'Is recuperating the right word? ..Anyway, the Doctor's fine, just getting used to this new-'
'He'll be fine, Rose,' Mickey assured, cutting off Marty's rambling. She wasn't quite sure as to whether she should be grateful or annoyed.
Silence fell once again upon the TARDIS, everyone deep in thought or sleep, in the Doctor's case. Marty's thoughts drifted. Somehow she was pondering about a documentary she had watched recently on the History Channel, about superstitions. One in particular came to mind. Then the idea dawned upon her.
She suddenly bolted outside, calling, 'Waitatick--!'
Rose and Mickey stared after her with their eyes widened in surprise. As they glanced at each other, wondering what the hell she was doing, a trail of golden swirly stuff drifted up to the ceiling.
They then heard knocking coming from outside of the TARDIS, and within a few minutes their crazy young friend strode back in, smiling.
'Er… what were you doing?' Rose asked.
'Knocking on wood,' came the cheerful reply.
'…You what?' Mickey looked confused and mildly worried.
'You know, for good luck?'
The two humans were puzzled.
'Well, you see…' Marty was about to begin a lengthy explanation, but decided against it. She sighed. 'I can never get a decent joke in with you people…'
0--0
I wrote this way back in 8th grade, when I put out a lot of "Who Tales", but only just found it when I cleaned out my desk and a bunch of old story notebooks last summer. Though there was much editing, including the whole main joke of the story, which was pointless and really, a lot dumber than usual.
(Having reread the previous posting, however, I really wonder…)
Turns out my local library has bought up a whole bunch of Classic Who DVDs, so I put a ton on hold, and in a fit of sudden fandom, remembered to post this, which I have been trying to do for about two years now. Which is really kind of sad.
(Also, it's a great way of procrastinating on my homework. Garrr, history and Macbeth…)
It was also spurred by the fact that, after minor editing (because I was falling asleep as I was writing it) I have another new one involving "barefoot on the moon" and Cybermen. (grins maniacally)
Posting this reminded me- who's excited for Matt Smith? All my mates around here have their torches and pitchforks and are chanting "Ten/Rose, Ten/Rose" like a satanic cult, but I'm looking forward to the change. I think it'll be fun. :D