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Fics: BST (26/100), Happy Birthday (27/100)
Twenty-sixth and -seventh drabbles for the
doctorwho_100 challenge.
Today is a bit special. It's
glitterfairy25's eighteenth birthday :o) So today's drabbles are dedicated to her. The first is one I've been waiting to post for ages (BST stands for British Summer-Time, if anyone's wondering - the clocks went forward today now that the days are getting longer), and the second is a special birthday one. So, happy birthday Laura, I hope you like them!
Fic Name: BST
Rating: G
Prompt: Hours (#006)
Claim: Companions
Companion: Vislor Turlough
Timeline: Between Resurrection of the Daleks and Planet of Fire.
Spoilers: None
“Every year? But that’s stupid!” he exclaims, bemused.
The Doctor raises an eyebrow. “Well that’s the way it’s been for decades. It’s part of their culture, even if you may not understand it.”
“I don’t understand their reasoning. Is light that important to them? I thought humans were a race of people who liked to sleep. Why would they choose to lose an hour of it over something as silly as getting up when the sun rises?”
“Ah. Well, you see Turlough, that’s only in the spring,” he says with a smile. “In the autumn they get to lie in.”
Fic Name: Happy Birthday
Rating: G
Prompt: Celebrate (#094)
Claim: Companions
Companion: Vislor Turlough
Timeline: Between Resurrection of the Daleks and Planet of Fire.
Spoilers: None
Turlough stares at the cake. “You didn’t have to.”
“Well, I did,” the Doctor tells him, folding flour-dusted arms over his apron. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, and there's a little icing smeared on his wrist. “Now blow out the candles.”
“Why?”
“Because… oh, I don’t know. It’s your birthday. It’s tradition.” The smudge of flour on his cheek is particularly endearing. Turlough smirks slightly.
“Human tradition, Doctor,” he points out.
The Doctor exhales impatiently, and Turlough senses an impending pout. “Well, yes, even so. Just blow them out, or the wax’ll drip all over the icing.”
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Fic Name: BST
Rating: G
Prompt: Hours (#006)
Claim: Companions
Companion: Vislor Turlough
Timeline: Between Resurrection of the Daleks and Planet of Fire.
Spoilers: None
“Every year? But that’s stupid!” he exclaims, bemused.
The Doctor raises an eyebrow. “Well that’s the way it’s been for decades. It’s part of their culture, even if you may not understand it.”
“I don’t understand their reasoning. Is light that important to them? I thought humans were a race of people who liked to sleep. Why would they choose to lose an hour of it over something as silly as getting up when the sun rises?”
“Ah. Well, you see Turlough, that’s only in the spring,” he says with a smile. “In the autumn they get to lie in.”
Fic Name: Happy Birthday
Rating: G
Prompt: Celebrate (#094)
Claim: Companions
Companion: Vislor Turlough
Timeline: Between Resurrection of the Daleks and Planet of Fire.
Spoilers: None
Turlough stares at the cake. “You didn’t have to.”
“Well, I did,” the Doctor tells him, folding flour-dusted arms over his apron. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, and there's a little icing smeared on his wrist. “Now blow out the candles.”
“Why?”
“Because… oh, I don’t know. It’s your birthday. It’s tradition.” The smudge of flour on his cheek is particularly endearing. Turlough smirks slightly.
“Human tradition, Doctor,” he points out.
The Doctor exhales impatiently, and Turlough senses an impending pout. “Well, yes, even so. Just blow them out, or the wax’ll drip all over the icing.”
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I love both of these but the cake one is particularly fab: not just because I appear to have some kind of cake-based obsession when it comes to those two, but because Turlough noticing all the little details is so telling. Mmm, subtext. Subtext with flour-dusted Five and smirking gingers. Yeah, baby! :D
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I do love the idea of Five-the-anglophile and Turlough the alien-who-hates-Earth, constantly in gentle conflict about whether such things matter.
I think that's my favourite depiction of Five/Turlough. I need to see more of Turlough, so I've just been basing him on fic so far. Yours, mainly :o) I'm actually quite chuffed that you find them adorable :oD
I'm sure I meant to say something else, but I keep getting distracted by Tribbles, and by Chekov being adorable and Russian, so I'm going to give up and go to sleep :o) Thanks for commenting, made me all happy before bed :o)
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You have seen the Black Guardian trilogy, though, right? If not, procure at once. Sneaky lurky ginger brilliance by the bucketload.
Yay for Tribbles.
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Sneaky lurky ginger brilliance - *giggle*
And yeah, Tribbles rock. That was actually one of the first things I learnt about Trek. From a poster in my RE teacher's room (she was a damn cool teacher). "Klingons hate Tribbles (and Tribbles hate Klingons)."