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DW fic: Fancy Meeting You Here, Amy, Eleven, Lady Christina, Rory, PG
Disclaimer: not mine
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Lady Christina, Amy Pond, Rory, Eleven. Vaguely Amy/Rory.
Set: post-series five.
Length: barely 1000 (it ends rather abruptly because I am tired, also, writing heists is very draining, after a while)
Rating: PG. if that.
Notes: I had the thought of "Amy meeting Lady Christina... OHGOD AHAHA." and, um, then I started writing it. *eyes winamp* "We are each other's destiny" is not helping me find a title. Caramelldansen, otoh...
Fancy Meeting You Here
by ALC Punk!
It had started with a bus. Not the most exciting vehicle, in Amy Pond's opinion. Of course, it was a flying bus. Amy had to give it points for that, as the Doctor made an exclamation and sent the TARDIS hovering after it. "Is it someone you know?" Amy'd asked, and he'd replied almost grimly, "Very much so. And I've been meaning to have a word."
Just what, exactly, the word he'd been planning to have entailed, Amy wasn't entirely sure. As the bus had eventually landed and they'd joined it near an amusement park, Amy began to speculate on the contents.
An attractive brunette woman with a smug air wasn't what she'd really expected, however.
The Doctor exited the TARDIS without waiting for them, mumbling something about calls he'd planned to make, and places he'd forgotten to go. The young woman glanced at him, then spotted the box and grinned.
"Have you been using that bus responsibly?" he asked her as he approached.
Lady Christina deSouza (for it was her, though Amy didn't know it yet), glanced at him, her voice cautious as she replied without answering, "Are you a friend of the Doctor's?"
"I am the Doctor. Well, the Doctor now," the Doctor amended as he stopped in front of her. "Regeneration. Changed the body a bit."
Her eyebrows raised, Lady Christina glanced between him, the Ponds and the TARDIS before seeming to make up her mind to humor the crazy man. "So I see. Are you going to introduce me?"
For a moment, his eyebrows drew together, as though in sudden thought of the consequences of a world where Lady Christina and Amy Pond were introduced and got along famously. As they would probably be wont to, once they got past certain hereditary issues of class and instinct. "Lady Christina, this is Amelia and Rory Pond."
"Amy," said Amy, wondering if the Doctor were trying to puff her up a bit for this Lady Christina.
"Williams," corrected Rory, though at this point, it was useless to protest. Besides, he was beginning to rather like it.
"How lovely to meet you all," beamed Lady Christina, on her aristocratic best (which wasn't much, given she'd never put much effort into that sort of thing when there wasn't a profit involved).
"Charmed, I'm sure," suggested Amy, with a bit of a sneer. She'd never been much for aristocrats (Liz X was the exception, and Liz'd abdicated anyway, so she didn't count in Amy's book). "Should I know you?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'm a member of a distaff branch, only responsible for the safety of the kingdom. Stopping terrorists and car bombs, all that sort of thing." Lied Lady Christina., well-versed in anti-aristocrat sentiment. Generally, she tended to heartily share it, but what was the fun in life without taking a little bit of the piss?
"You're a thief," Eleven reminded Lady Christina.
She gave him an engaging grin, without acknowledging he'd outed her. "And you've changed faces, I think I like this one better."
"She's a thief?" Amy looked intrigued, and decided she could forgo her anti-aristocrat principles in this case, as she moved closer and nudged the Lady with her elbow, "What, like Robin Hood, or more the dastardly uncle type?"
"Robin Hood," said Lady Christina, her expression virtuous.
Amy, having seen that expression in the mirror on occasion, hooted, "Pull the other one," she suggested, slinging her arm through Lady Christina's, "It's got bells."
A grin broke out on Lady Christina's face, "I think I like you. Have you ever thought of going into a life of crime?"
"Rory would never approve," Eleven objected.
"And what's he got to do with it?" Amy replied cheerfully.
"Uh, Rory would like to not be talked about like he wasn't here," interjected Rory, looking between the two women with a slightly disturbed expression on his face. As though he were looking into something not-quite Hell, and it were looking back at him. With a vengeance.
Lady Christina eyed him, then shook her head, "He can't come," she told Amy, "He'll be dead-weight."
"You're right. Probably get us caught." Amy agreed. She was definitely liking this new friend of the Doctor's. A bit like River, maybe, but with more... something Amy wasn't entirely sure of yet. She'd have to give it some thought.
"Arrested--" though the Lady paused and seemed to give that some thought, "I don't think I've been arrested in this quadrant."
"New experience, then?" suggested Rory, hopefully.
"NO." Both women informed him.
"You both seem to have forgotten something." Eleven said, looking superior.
Lady Christina shook her head and smiled at him. "I don't think we have."
"You're not really a thief anymore, plus, UNIT are looking for you still. And Amy, we have an appointment, remember?"
"That's really unfair, UNIT have assured me it was all a misunderstanding," said Lady Christina with an expression of mixed hurt and sadness.
"Now, really, Doctor, you're just being a spoilsport," Amy informed him, ignoring his mention of the appointment. The future-not-Liz-queen could wait. "Because you didn't think of it first."
"Think of what first?"
She beamed at him for asking, then nudged Lady Christina, "Why, proving that she could go a whole day without stealing something."
"Oh, I'm sure I can't," said Lady Christina., her expression suddenly contrite. "You can't ask that of me, Amelia."
"Amy."
"Amy."
"Amy," said Eleven, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
"But you're going to let us go, anyway."
He heaved a sigh, and looked at Rory, "If we're along they can't get into that much trouble, can they?"
Rory gave him an amused yet terrified look, "I'm sure they can't."
They both knew the Doctor was wrong to have such faith, but neither felt the need to point it out as Amy and Christina waltzed off, arm in arm, Amy regaling Christina with stories of Venice and angels, while Christina cased every set of jewels and building and ride they walked past, looking for something difficult enough to be worth it.
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Lady Christina, Amy Pond, Rory, Eleven. Vaguely Amy/Rory.
Set: post-series five.
Length: barely 1000 (it ends rather abruptly because I am tired, also, writing heists is very draining, after a while)
Rating: PG. if that.
Notes: I had the thought of "Amy meeting Lady Christina... OHGOD AHAHA." and, um, then I started writing it. *eyes winamp* "We are each other's destiny" is not helping me find a title. Caramelldansen, otoh...
Fancy Meeting You Here
by ALC Punk!
It had started with a bus. Not the most exciting vehicle, in Amy Pond's opinion. Of course, it was a flying bus. Amy had to give it points for that, as the Doctor made an exclamation and sent the TARDIS hovering after it. "Is it someone you know?" Amy'd asked, and he'd replied almost grimly, "Very much so. And I've been meaning to have a word."
Just what, exactly, the word he'd been planning to have entailed, Amy wasn't entirely sure. As the bus had eventually landed and they'd joined it near an amusement park, Amy began to speculate on the contents.
An attractive brunette woman with a smug air wasn't what she'd really expected, however.
The Doctor exited the TARDIS without waiting for them, mumbling something about calls he'd planned to make, and places he'd forgotten to go. The young woman glanced at him, then spotted the box and grinned.
"Have you been using that bus responsibly?" he asked her as he approached.
Lady Christina deSouza (for it was her, though Amy didn't know it yet), glanced at him, her voice cautious as she replied without answering, "Are you a friend of the Doctor's?"
"I am the Doctor. Well, the Doctor now," the Doctor amended as he stopped in front of her. "Regeneration. Changed the body a bit."
Her eyebrows raised, Lady Christina glanced between him, the Ponds and the TARDIS before seeming to make up her mind to humor the crazy man. "So I see. Are you going to introduce me?"
For a moment, his eyebrows drew together, as though in sudden thought of the consequences of a world where Lady Christina and Amy Pond were introduced and got along famously. As they would probably be wont to, once they got past certain hereditary issues of class and instinct. "Lady Christina, this is Amelia and Rory Pond."
"Amy," said Amy, wondering if the Doctor were trying to puff her up a bit for this Lady Christina.
"Williams," corrected Rory, though at this point, it was useless to protest. Besides, he was beginning to rather like it.
"How lovely to meet you all," beamed Lady Christina, on her aristocratic best (which wasn't much, given she'd never put much effort into that sort of thing when there wasn't a profit involved).
"Charmed, I'm sure," suggested Amy, with a bit of a sneer. She'd never been much for aristocrats (Liz X was the exception, and Liz'd abdicated anyway, so she didn't count in Amy's book). "Should I know you?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'm a member of a distaff branch, only responsible for the safety of the kingdom. Stopping terrorists and car bombs, all that sort of thing." Lied Lady Christina., well-versed in anti-aristocrat sentiment. Generally, she tended to heartily share it, but what was the fun in life without taking a little bit of the piss?
"You're a thief," Eleven reminded Lady Christina.
She gave him an engaging grin, without acknowledging he'd outed her. "And you've changed faces, I think I like this one better."
"She's a thief?" Amy looked intrigued, and decided she could forgo her anti-aristocrat principles in this case, as she moved closer and nudged the Lady with her elbow, "What, like Robin Hood, or more the dastardly uncle type?"
"Robin Hood," said Lady Christina, her expression virtuous.
Amy, having seen that expression in the mirror on occasion, hooted, "Pull the other one," she suggested, slinging her arm through Lady Christina's, "It's got bells."
A grin broke out on Lady Christina's face, "I think I like you. Have you ever thought of going into a life of crime?"
"Rory would never approve," Eleven objected.
"And what's he got to do with it?" Amy replied cheerfully.
"Uh, Rory would like to not be talked about like he wasn't here," interjected Rory, looking between the two women with a slightly disturbed expression on his face. As though he were looking into something not-quite Hell, and it were looking back at him. With a vengeance.
Lady Christina eyed him, then shook her head, "He can't come," she told Amy, "He'll be dead-weight."
"You're right. Probably get us caught." Amy agreed. She was definitely liking this new friend of the Doctor's. A bit like River, maybe, but with more... something Amy wasn't entirely sure of yet. She'd have to give it some thought.
"Arrested--" though the Lady paused and seemed to give that some thought, "I don't think I've been arrested in this quadrant."
"New experience, then?" suggested Rory, hopefully.
"NO." Both women informed him.
"You both seem to have forgotten something." Eleven said, looking superior.
Lady Christina shook her head and smiled at him. "I don't think we have."
"You're not really a thief anymore, plus, UNIT are looking for you still. And Amy, we have an appointment, remember?"
"That's really unfair, UNIT have assured me it was all a misunderstanding," said Lady Christina with an expression of mixed hurt and sadness.
"Now, really, Doctor, you're just being a spoilsport," Amy informed him, ignoring his mention of the appointment. The future-not-Liz-queen could wait. "Because you didn't think of it first."
"Think of what first?"
She beamed at him for asking, then nudged Lady Christina, "Why, proving that she could go a whole day without stealing something."
"Oh, I'm sure I can't," said Lady Christina., her expression suddenly contrite. "You can't ask that of me, Amelia."
"Amy."
"Amy."
"Amy," said Eleven, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
"But you're going to let us go, anyway."
He heaved a sigh, and looked at Rory, "If we're along they can't get into that much trouble, can they?"
Rory gave him an amused yet terrified look, "I'm sure they can't."
They both knew the Doctor was wrong to have such faith, but neither felt the need to point it out as Amy and Christina waltzed off, arm in arm, Amy regaling Christina with stories of Venice and angels, while Christina cased every set of jewels and building and ride they walked past, looking for something difficult enough to be worth it.
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Rory gave him an amused yet terrified look, "I'm sure they can't."
The boys are FOOLING THEMSELVES, of course. This is awesome.
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