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scarfman Title: More Dialogs 1/1
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Characters/Pairing: Doctor, Martha, Donna
Rating: G
Setting/Spoilers: Mid-to-late Season 2008. Sequel to my Dialogs, which was billed as dialog excerpts from Episode Seven were I writing it, so these must be from Episode Eight were I writing both.
Disclaimer: This work is derivative of property of the BBC. No profit shall be made and no market of the owner(s) is infringed upon.
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Summary: Three little words. While you're reading this, it happens this way; next spring ...?
More dialog scenes, unencumbered by plot. I'm working my way back up to writing whole stories, maybe. Also, when everyone and their cartoonist is posting crackfic about Martha and Donna doubleteaming the Doctor, I thought perhaps it was his turn again by now.
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"Where to, then, ladies?" asked the Doctor, slapping a lever and setting the central rotor in motion.
Martha and Donna stood regarding him shoulder-to-shoulder. "Why does he ask us," Donna said to Martha, "when he knows he can't keep a course?"
"Maybe he can," said Martha. "You know men, with their gambling and their sports and their rockclimbing and their skydiving. Maybe he likes running for his life from alien monsters."
"That'd explain a lot," Donna agreed.
"While you're deciding," said the Doctor as if they hadn't spoken, "I'll be having a cup of tea."
"And then," the Skrexzen commander concluded, "my hive shall become supreme overlords over all!" He chuckled, and turned his back on the time-travelers in obvious lack of concern that they might represent any threat whatsoever.
On one side of him Donna whispered, "How are we going to get out of here, Doctor?"
"There must be a way to stop them," Martha agreed in his other ear.
For a moment his mouth hung open silently. "Oh right," he finally grumbled, "in the TARDIS it's all silly Doctor outflanked by estrogen, can't get over his girl, can't steer his time machine, can't open his mouth without putting his foot in, can't make toast without burning it. Ralph Kramden in time and space, I am. Then out in the real world it's all, 'Oh, Doctor, please save the universe for me. Again.'"
"Sorry," said Martha, immediately.
"Yeah," Donna mumbled, "me too."
"Well," said the Doctor grudgingly, "I suppose I can't stay mad at you two. Not when the megalomaniac of the day was so overconfidently stupid as to back us against the control room door without confiscating the sonic screwdriver." There was the familiar buzz, and the door behind them swished open and they were off and running in an instant.
"Four barrels of nanoglyceride will be enough," said the Doctor. Donna and Martha each picked one up, and the Doctor lifted one under each of his own arms. "Twenty minutes," he reminded them, and they set off down the corridor at a trot.
After about a minute Donna griped, "And I thought it was a long tunnel when I was empty-handed."
"I love you."
The Doctor had stopped in the corridor without Martha and Donna realizing, so now they stopped and looked back at him. "Uh, what?" said Martha.
"Both of you. All of you," said the Doctor.
Martha and Donna exchanged a look.
"The connection broke just before I told ... her." He ducked his head on the last word. They each noticed he avoided the name; it still hadn't quite lost the edge it had acquired with each of them.
He looked up again. "I never tell you lot. Well, I never did before the war. Now ... you girls, you people who travel in the TARDIS with me, you're are all I have left. Rose," he said, tenatively, watching their faces - but neither of them reacted, this time - "was the first after the war." He chuckled, with wistfulness. "She said she'd stay with me forever, and she believed it, but I knew -" He interrupted himself with a sharp sigh, a sigh that didn't sound intended. "I know it doesn't work that way. When we were finally separated, I made a last chance to tell her, but there was only a few minutes and I took too long.
"And I'm not human," he added with just a touch of defensiveness, "it doesn't mean quite the same thing when I say it as it would if it were said by a, you know, ... human.
"But ... I love you. I love you each, and I love you both, and I don't want to leave it to the last minute ever again."
"Thanks," said Martha.
Donna was looking at the Doctor, so it took her a moment to realize Martha was talking to her. "Me? What for?"
"For going with him when he asked. For being here, when I came back. There needed to be two of us, so he could say it and it couldn't be taken the way ... the way I would have taken it."
Donna, for once speechless, reached for Martha's empty hand with hers and squeezed it.
"I mean it, I do," said the Doctor. "I really, really do. And we really, really have only seventeen more minutes before the space station blows up so now we really, really ought to get moving."
As he rushed past them and they began to struggle to catch up, Donna said, "Whose idea was it to come to a full stop?"
Last inside the TARDIS, Martha closed the doors and leaned back on them. "Doctor?"
"Yes?" he replied absently at the console, knocking strings and pulling knockers. Donna had flopped into the chair.
"Who's Ralph Kramden?"
The Doctor stared at her. Donna stared at her. Then they looked to each other with slow grins. "Can you ...?" Donna asked, waving vaguely at the TARDIS console.
"Space-time viewer," said the Doctor, patting the console viewscreen that faced the chair. "Better than TiVO."
"I'll get popcorn!" Donna raced off to the kitchen.
"You, my dear Dr. Jones," said the Doctor, setting the TARDIS into temporal orbit, "are in for a treat."
END
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Date: 2007-07-16 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 05:11 pm (UTC)"But ... I love you. I love you each, and I love you both, and I don't want to leave it to the last minute ever again."
"Thanks," said Martha.
Donna was looking at the Doctor, so it took her a moment to realize Martha was talking to her. "Me? What for?"
"For going with him when he asked. For being here, when I came back. There needed to be two of us, so he could say it and it couldn't be taken the way ... the way I would have taken it."
... was perfect. And so very right. And gives me hope that we will see Martha appreciated the way she should be when she returns next series.
I love you just a little bit. hee.
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Date: 2007-07-16 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 06:07 pm (UTC)MM
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Date: 2007-07-16 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-17 03:41 pm (UTC)You know, that sort of needed saying. And you said it very well. I rather wish there were more blokes writing DW fic.
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Date: 2007-07-20 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-20 09:23 am (UTC)Oh right," he finally grumbled, "in the TARDIS it's all silly Doctor outflanked by estrogen, can't get over his girl, can't steer his time machine, can't open his mouth without putting his foot in, can't make toast without burning it. Ralph Kramden in time and space, I am. Then out in the real world it's all, 'Oh, Doctor, please save the universe for me. Again.'"
That was so very Tenth Doctor :-D
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Date: 2007-07-30 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 01:32 pm (UTC)Thank you.