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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-06-16 10:08 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-06-16 10:08 am
Entry tags:
- buffy,
- drabbles,
- drwho,
- fic,
- ficlet,
- het,
- tempus frangit,
- time flies
Ficlets: "First Night", "Dinner Conversation", & "Ten More Minutes" (Tempus Frangit Drabbles Part 1)
"Time Flies" is a collection of drabbles, droubles, and dribbles that occur during Another Side of the Sky. This set all take place during chapters one and two.
Title: First Night
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
Words: 200
He watches her that first night, as Buffy sleeps the sleep of the dying. Having looked into her mind, he understands why. It isn’t that her body is dying, though it should have perished several hours before, and would have, if that interdimensional portal didn’t have other ideas.
No, she wanted to die, she had been ready, and she’d committed suicide. It had been noble, glorious, world-saving suicide, to be sure, but suicide all the same.
The Doctor ponders this. Those couple of times he’d been foolishly heroic, well, there was always regeneration. Or an idiotic human, not realizing she was being suicidal, but pulling his arse out of the fire all the same. But this one embraced death, more than that, was one with death, in a way even he had trouble grasping.
She calls out, “Angel,” when her sleep grows shallower, and reaches for her lost lover. The Doctor doesn’t hesitate to clasp his hand around hers. She pulls it under her cheek, and after several long moments, her breathing relaxes again, and deeper sleep is renewed. Her grasp doesn’t let up.
Martha finds him asleep with his cheek resting on the bed, his fingers between Buffy’s lips.
Title: Dinner Conversation
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
Words: 150
Martha and Buffy chatter away at dinner while the Doctor eats individual grains of his pilaf. Finally, he can’t stop himself. “Injecting yourself with the virus, very clever.”
Buffy spears an olive defiantly. “It worked.”
“You couldn’t have known that.”
Martha clears her throat. “I did. I ran a scan of her blood in the TARDIS. You should see her white blood cells. I wouldn’t want to run into one of them in a dark capillary.”
The fork teeters in his grasp. “You ran a scan in the TARDIS?”
“Yeah, she did. She’s picked up a thing or two from you over the last few months.” Buffy sucks the pimento out of the olive, and the Doctor has to look away, staring down at his plate.
“It was rash. Shouldn’t play games with your life like that.”
Martha snorts. “Seems Buffy’s picked up a thing or two from you too."
Title: Ten More Minutes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
Words: 100
The makeshift tree house is misty and cool, but the Doctor is warm, with Buffy and Martha nestled under either arm, all three of them covered by his coat. He pushes Buffy’s hair back, revealing the healing cut on her hairline. Growls indicate that the Nemours are still prowling below and had not given up on their prey.
Buffy shifts under his arm. “Ten more minutes, Doc, then I’m gonna rip their entrails out.”
He forgives her use of the hated nickname because he knows she’s telling the truth. Kissing her brow, he tries to think of a better plan.
Part Two
Title: First Night
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
Words: 200
He watches her that first night, as Buffy sleeps the sleep of the dying. Having looked into her mind, he understands why. It isn’t that her body is dying, though it should have perished several hours before, and would have, if that interdimensional portal didn’t have other ideas.
No, she wanted to die, she had been ready, and she’d committed suicide. It had been noble, glorious, world-saving suicide, to be sure, but suicide all the same.
The Doctor ponders this. Those couple of times he’d been foolishly heroic, well, there was always regeneration. Or an idiotic human, not realizing she was being suicidal, but pulling his arse out of the fire all the same. But this one embraced death, more than that, was one with death, in a way even he had trouble grasping.
She calls out, “Angel,” when her sleep grows shallower, and reaches for her lost lover. The Doctor doesn’t hesitate to clasp his hand around hers. She pulls it under her cheek, and after several long moments, her breathing relaxes again, and deeper sleep is renewed. Her grasp doesn’t let up.
Martha finds him asleep with his cheek resting on the bed, his fingers between Buffy’s lips.
Title: Dinner Conversation
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
Words: 150
Martha and Buffy chatter away at dinner while the Doctor eats individual grains of his pilaf. Finally, he can’t stop himself. “Injecting yourself with the virus, very clever.”
Buffy spears an olive defiantly. “It worked.”
“You couldn’t have known that.”
Martha clears her throat. “I did. I ran a scan of her blood in the TARDIS. You should see her white blood cells. I wouldn’t want to run into one of them in a dark capillary.”
The fork teeters in his grasp. “You ran a scan in the TARDIS?”
“Yeah, she did. She’s picked up a thing or two from you over the last few months.” Buffy sucks the pimento out of the olive, and the Doctor has to look away, staring down at his plate.
“It was rash. Shouldn’t play games with your life like that.”
Martha snorts. “Seems Buffy’s picked up a thing or two from you too."
Title: Ten More Minutes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Buffy belong to me
Words: 100
The makeshift tree house is misty and cool, but the Doctor is warm, with Buffy and Martha nestled under either arm, all three of them covered by his coat. He pushes Buffy’s hair back, revealing the healing cut on her hairline. Growls indicate that the Nemours are still prowling below and had not given up on their prey.
Buffy shifts under his arm. “Ten more minutes, Doc, then I’m gonna rip their entrails out.”
He forgives her use of the hated nickname because he knows she’s telling the truth. Kissing her brow, he tries to think of a better plan.
Part Two