Fic: Ephemeral (7/100)
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doctorwho_100 challenge. Got this idea from my lecturer when he was telling us about desert plants. The actual plants flower for a few days, but I only have 100 words here, so let's say they're on an alien planet. Yeah, that works.
Fic Name: Ephemeral
Rating: G
Prompt: Red (#016)
Claim: Companions
Companion: Tegan Jovanka
Timeline: Any time between Mawdryn Undead and Resurrection of the Daleks.
Spoilers: None
Tegan waits after the rain, head in hands, cross-legged on the hot tarpaulin. Turlough’s red head peers cautiously past the TARDIS doors, wary of the scorching sun overhead. The Doctor is completely still, eyes bright and alert with anticipation.
“How long is this going to take?” she asks, turning to him.
“Not long. Ah, there!”
She turns back to see a burst of colour. The flower unfolds as she watches, glorious red; a splash of bright blood on the desert sand, freshly spilt. More beautiful than any flower she’s ever seen, but so transient; it has only minutes to live.
Prompt table
doctorwho_100 challenge. Got this idea from my lecturer when he was telling us about desert plants. The actual plants flower for a few days, but I only have 100 words here, so let's say they're on an alien planet. Yeah, that works.Fic Name: Ephemeral
Rating: G
Prompt: Red (#016)
Claim: Companions
Companion: Tegan Jovanka
Timeline: Any time between Mawdryn Undead and Resurrection of the Daleks.
Spoilers: None
Tegan waits after the rain, head in hands, cross-legged on the hot tarpaulin. Turlough’s red head peers cautiously past the TARDIS doors, wary of the scorching sun overhead. The Doctor is completely still, eyes bright and alert with anticipation.
“How long is this going to take?” she asks, turning to him.
“Not long. Ah, there!”
She turns back to see a burst of colour. The flower unfolds as she watches, glorious red; a splash of bright blood on the desert sand, freshly spilt. More beautiful than any flower she’s ever seen, but so transient; it has only minutes to live.
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