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Doctor Who fic: Purple is an Odd Color for Slime, Amy Pond, PG
Disclaimer: not mine
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Amy Pond, Eleven, Rory Williams (Pairing: implied Amy/Rory)
Set: post-series five, so, spoilers for that stuff.
Rating: PG, if that. Possibly for language?
Length: 1000+
Notes: Happy birthday, Ryuu. =D
Summary: It was a river of purple slime, which was really just typical of traveling with the Doctor.
Purple is an Odd Color for Slime
by ALC Punk!
It was a river of purple slime. That was the problem, really.
Well, and the part where the Doctor had dashed off, leaving Amy standing with her arms on her hips, shouting a demand for an explanation after him. An explanation she probably wasn't going to get, standing there, on the riverbank.
But she'd promised they'd wait for Rory, who had been tying his shoes while they waltzed out--he was still having trouble adjusting. That was the word Amy liked to use, since telling Rory that he liked to spoil their fun was rather rude and she was learning about being rude (and, well, husband. It probably wasn't nice to twit your husband about his lack of adventurousness). Then again, he'd lived for over two thousand years as a plastic man, and Amy really thought he ought to be gung-ho for any type of adventure.
Even if the memories weren't his.
Amy had seen slime before, and she'd seen colored water (more than once; bachelor parties had appalling taste), but purple slime? Not on her top ten list of things to see before she copped it.
"Really," she'd said as they approached, "Purple slime? Isn't that a bit, I don't know, like having a sign that says: 'Please investigate me, Doctor'?"
"Well, yes," had been the general agreement as the Doctor ran his sonic thing at the river, and the river did nothing at all other than flow. Gooily.
Of course, Amy hadn't wanted to mention, well, the oddity first.
"It's flowing in diagonal stripes. Isn't that a bit weird?"
Amy had spread her hands, "You're the Time Lord, you tell me."
"Yes. Yes, look, I'll be just a moment, I think I've forgotten something--you wait for Rory--"
He'd run off, towards the source of the river (or what Amy assumed was the source), leaving her shouting after him. Possibly with rude things.
So. A purple-slime-river-flowing in diagonals. It was sort of brilliant in its weirdness.
"Great," Amy muttered, as Rory continued to fail to appear, "What d'you wanna bet he's gone and gotten lost between here and the TARDIS?"
Rory would have been understandably insulted at the accusation. It wasn't as though he'd meant to get lost on Jenavra, but the hallways around the TARDIS were part of an ever-shifting maze. And Amy had been the one to jump back in and move it several rooms (under the Doctor's instructions) that one time during the whole Greyl affair.
So, really: not his fault. He just had an appalling sense of timing.
So did the kitten.
Amy had turned back to the slime, some instinct warning her that it might attack or something (the last time she'd ignored that instinct, they'd been locked in a prison cell for hours before River broke them out with an amused look). And there was the kitten, perched on a tree branch that was slowly making its way through the diagonals.
The kitten looked at Amy and meowed.
It was a piteous noise, full of need and want. Really, it was the sort of thing Amy expected to hear from the boys when they got injured. It was a ginger kitten with a splotch of white on its face and black paws.
"Don't look at me," Amy informed it, already moving to look around for some way to, well, save the kitten. "I'm not some flying bloke who can swoop in and rescue you."
The kitten meowed again.
"I know, I know--" throwing her hands in the air, Amy desperately cast around for something, anything. There was nothing.
Her face screwed up a little and she edged towards the edge of the slime, gaging the movement of the tree branch against the current.
"This is so not a good idea," she informed the kitten.
Bending, she untied her shoes and kicked them off along with her socks. "Cold bloody ground."
The kitten meowed again.
"I know!" With a grimace, Amy stuck her foot in the slime. It was viscous and cold, tugging a little at her as though the way it moved encouraged everything else around it to do the same.
Normally, Amy was a plunge-in-all-at-once sort of girl. In this instance, she wasn't sure that was the best of plans. Dumping her jacket, she sat down on the bank and let her legs slide in as she waited. Cold and slimy, the river oozed around her as she eased in further.
It wouldn't take long, she assured herself, waiting until the branch was in her reach and lunging to grab it.
Slime slipped up against her shirt and arms as she held onto the rough bark. The momentum of her lunge sent them sliding over to the opposite bank and Amy shoved the branch up onto it before following it herself.
Purple from the chest down, Amy glared at the kitten. There wasn't even a speck of slime on it anywhere.
"I hope you're pleased," she informed it.
A little purring chirp came from the kitten before it hopped off the branch and scampered off.
"Well, that's gratitude for you!" Amy shouted after it.
"Amy?"
Finally. Amy stood up and glared at Rory, who was standing near her shoes a bit further up the bank than she was. "There you are!"
"What happened? Did you fall in?" He looked as though he might be pleased about that.
Amy put her hands on her hips. "No, I didn't, there was a--look, never mind, just stay there, I'm coming back." There was no point in standing around a planet soaked in purple slime, and the TARDIS wasn't that far away. She'd just leave Rory waiting for the Doctor and pop back for a quick clean and change of clothing.
Of course, that could lead to one or both of them getting in trouble.
Heaving a sigh, Amy slid back into the river and repeated her lunge, timing it with the movements of the diagonals. She slapped up against the other side and climbed out.
"Are you sure you didn't fall in?" Rory asked, holding her shoes in one hand and her coat in the other.
Trying to wipe some of the slime off just spread it around further. "Very sure."
"Where's the Doctor? Did he push you in?"
"No. He's gone haring off." Amy grabbed her shoes and began putting them on, making faces as the slime squished between her toes. "We should probably follow him. He might need rescuing."
"Like that?"
Amy spread her arms, "How else?"
"Well. I mean, Amy, you are covered in purple slime." Rory made a face.
"No, really? I thought it was just a bit of mud."
"Maybe you should change, first? I could wait here for the Doctor."
Not a good idea. Amy opened her mouth to say just that when the man in question abruptly returned.
"All here? Good. Nothing--Amy, have you noticed that you're covered in slime?"
She looked him in the eye and snorted. "Yup. The river attacked me."
"Really? Can it do that?"
A shout from the direction the Doctor had arrived from made Amy turn to look. She sighed. "I think we should run."
"Oh, right! I knew I was forgetting--especially you, Amy--" With a wave, the Doctor began jogging back towards the TARDIS. "Come along, Ponds, before the Gagrefarians arrest us for mucking about with their sacred river."
"It's a river of purple slime," objected Amy, already moving, "How can it be sacred?"
"Now, that's a very funny story actually--one I'm very intimate with--"
Amy groaned a little and sped up. If she reached the TARDIS first, perhaps she could lock them both out until he was done recalling some little known fact of ancient history. Not that she minded them, but what she really wanted right now was a long, hot shower.
And possibly a little sex.
-f-
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Amy Pond, Eleven, Rory Williams (Pairing: implied Amy/Rory)
Set: post-series five, so, spoilers for that stuff.
Rating: PG, if that. Possibly for language?
Length: 1000+
Notes: Happy birthday, Ryuu. =D
Summary: It was a river of purple slime, which was really just typical of traveling with the Doctor.
Purple is an Odd Color for Slime
by ALC Punk!
It was a river of purple slime. That was the problem, really.
Well, and the part where the Doctor had dashed off, leaving Amy standing with her arms on her hips, shouting a demand for an explanation after him. An explanation she probably wasn't going to get, standing there, on the riverbank.
But she'd promised they'd wait for Rory, who had been tying his shoes while they waltzed out--he was still having trouble adjusting. That was the word Amy liked to use, since telling Rory that he liked to spoil their fun was rather rude and she was learning about being rude (and, well, husband. It probably wasn't nice to twit your husband about his lack of adventurousness). Then again, he'd lived for over two thousand years as a plastic man, and Amy really thought he ought to be gung-ho for any type of adventure.
Even if the memories weren't his.
Amy had seen slime before, and she'd seen colored water (more than once; bachelor parties had appalling taste), but purple slime? Not on her top ten list of things to see before she copped it.
"Really," she'd said as they approached, "Purple slime? Isn't that a bit, I don't know, like having a sign that says: 'Please investigate me, Doctor'?"
"Well, yes," had been the general agreement as the Doctor ran his sonic thing at the river, and the river did nothing at all other than flow. Gooily.
Of course, Amy hadn't wanted to mention, well, the oddity first.
"It's flowing in diagonal stripes. Isn't that a bit weird?"
Amy had spread her hands, "You're the Time Lord, you tell me."
"Yes. Yes, look, I'll be just a moment, I think I've forgotten something--you wait for Rory--"
He'd run off, towards the source of the river (or what Amy assumed was the source), leaving her shouting after him. Possibly with rude things.
So. A purple-slime-river-flowing in diagonals. It was sort of brilliant in its weirdness.
"Great," Amy muttered, as Rory continued to fail to appear, "What d'you wanna bet he's gone and gotten lost between here and the TARDIS?"
Rory would have been understandably insulted at the accusation. It wasn't as though he'd meant to get lost on Jenavra, but the hallways around the TARDIS were part of an ever-shifting maze. And Amy had been the one to jump back in and move it several rooms (under the Doctor's instructions) that one time during the whole Greyl affair.
So, really: not his fault. He just had an appalling sense of timing.
So did the kitten.
Amy had turned back to the slime, some instinct warning her that it might attack or something (the last time she'd ignored that instinct, they'd been locked in a prison cell for hours before River broke them out with an amused look). And there was the kitten, perched on a tree branch that was slowly making its way through the diagonals.
The kitten looked at Amy and meowed.
It was a piteous noise, full of need and want. Really, it was the sort of thing Amy expected to hear from the boys when they got injured. It was a ginger kitten with a splotch of white on its face and black paws.
"Don't look at me," Amy informed it, already moving to look around for some way to, well, save the kitten. "I'm not some flying bloke who can swoop in and rescue you."
The kitten meowed again.
"I know, I know--" throwing her hands in the air, Amy desperately cast around for something, anything. There was nothing.
Her face screwed up a little and she edged towards the edge of the slime, gaging the movement of the tree branch against the current.
"This is so not a good idea," she informed the kitten.
Bending, she untied her shoes and kicked them off along with her socks. "Cold bloody ground."
The kitten meowed again.
"I know!" With a grimace, Amy stuck her foot in the slime. It was viscous and cold, tugging a little at her as though the way it moved encouraged everything else around it to do the same.
Normally, Amy was a plunge-in-all-at-once sort of girl. In this instance, she wasn't sure that was the best of plans. Dumping her jacket, she sat down on the bank and let her legs slide in as she waited. Cold and slimy, the river oozed around her as she eased in further.
It wouldn't take long, she assured herself, waiting until the branch was in her reach and lunging to grab it.
Slime slipped up against her shirt and arms as she held onto the rough bark. The momentum of her lunge sent them sliding over to the opposite bank and Amy shoved the branch up onto it before following it herself.
Purple from the chest down, Amy glared at the kitten. There wasn't even a speck of slime on it anywhere.
"I hope you're pleased," she informed it.
A little purring chirp came from the kitten before it hopped off the branch and scampered off.
"Well, that's gratitude for you!" Amy shouted after it.
"Amy?"
Finally. Amy stood up and glared at Rory, who was standing near her shoes a bit further up the bank than she was. "There you are!"
"What happened? Did you fall in?" He looked as though he might be pleased about that.
Amy put her hands on her hips. "No, I didn't, there was a--look, never mind, just stay there, I'm coming back." There was no point in standing around a planet soaked in purple slime, and the TARDIS wasn't that far away. She'd just leave Rory waiting for the Doctor and pop back for a quick clean and change of clothing.
Of course, that could lead to one or both of them getting in trouble.
Heaving a sigh, Amy slid back into the river and repeated her lunge, timing it with the movements of the diagonals. She slapped up against the other side and climbed out.
"Are you sure you didn't fall in?" Rory asked, holding her shoes in one hand and her coat in the other.
Trying to wipe some of the slime off just spread it around further. "Very sure."
"Where's the Doctor? Did he push you in?"
"No. He's gone haring off." Amy grabbed her shoes and began putting them on, making faces as the slime squished between her toes. "We should probably follow him. He might need rescuing."
"Like that?"
Amy spread her arms, "How else?"
"Well. I mean, Amy, you are covered in purple slime." Rory made a face.
"No, really? I thought it was just a bit of mud."
"Maybe you should change, first? I could wait here for the Doctor."
Not a good idea. Amy opened her mouth to say just that when the man in question abruptly returned.
"All here? Good. Nothing--Amy, have you noticed that you're covered in slime?"
She looked him in the eye and snorted. "Yup. The river attacked me."
"Really? Can it do that?"
A shout from the direction the Doctor had arrived from made Amy turn to look. She sighed. "I think we should run."
"Oh, right! I knew I was forgetting--especially you, Amy--" With a wave, the Doctor began jogging back towards the TARDIS. "Come along, Ponds, before the Gagrefarians arrest us for mucking about with their sacred river."
"It's a river of purple slime," objected Amy, already moving, "How can it be sacred?"
"Now, that's a very funny story actually--one I'm very intimate with--"
Amy groaned a little and sped up. If she reached the TARDIS first, perhaps she could lock them both out until he was done recalling some little known fact of ancient history. Not that she minded them, but what she really wanted right now was a long, hot shower.
And possibly a little sex.
-f-
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*hugs*
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Thank you =D
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"Really? Can it do that?"
lolololololololol
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