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DW fic: Bullets in Conversation, PG
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: ...er, PG?
Length: 1200+
Characters: Eleven, Amy, Rory, River
Pairings: River/Eleven, Amy/Rory
Genre: an attempt at humor, action, ridiculous
Spoilers: Just general series five ones. Erm, also for The Visitation (oldskool, ftw).
Notes: I blame
palmetto. And Zagreus.
Bullets in Conversation
by ALC Punk!
He should have known better that to land on Effulgia Three, in the Year of the Piccolo Elephant. Everything had gone wrong from the moment they'd exited the TARDIS and River Song had appeared with a harried suggestion they take cover. Since then, they'd been chased, shot at, thrown in jail, rescued (by Amy and River, while Rory made admiring comments about Amy in her trooper uniform), chased some more and currently cornered.
There wasn't anything he could do, for the moment, Amy was working some arcane magic on a computer that didn't like him (it had zapped him, making his fingers ache, but it seemed to like Amy just fine). That left him with loose ends and the need to try to gain some semblance of control.
He cleared his throat. "So. It's not so bad."
And, predictably, River had that look in her eyes, the one that said she knew everything about him. She obviously doubted him.
So he said it. "It wasn't my fault."
Her eyebrows went up, and one side of her mouth twitched, "I bet you said that about the Great Fire of London, too."
"Terileptil technology is flammable," he defended himself, unconsciously crossing his arms over his chest, noticing, and then leaving them there in a fit of childish indignity. He wondered how many of his sins she knew about, but didn't quite want to ask.
"Not that I've seen. I've handled quite a bit of it, and I've never set anything alight."
Really, there was no way to get out of the situation without losing a little face. The Doctor dropped his arms and tried for a disarming grin, "Handled it, have you?" He decided that waggling his eyebrows would be taking it too far, for the moment. Also, there was something wrong with the gesture when he watched himself in the mirror, and he hadn't quite perfected it. Yet.
If anything, River looked even more amused. "Have you been taking flirting lessons?"
"Yeah, a bit," he said, pleased that she'd noticed.
"Doctor, I'm not sure if I should tell you this--" she leaned in just a little, and he wondered if if was soap or some deliberate mixture of pheromones that tickled the back of his nose. He restrained a sneeze. "--but they're not doing you any good."
Oh. His eyebrows snapped down, but he refused to lean away from her. "Look, shouldn't we be saving the world now?"
"I think Amy can handle it." River raised her voice, turning her head to direct it towards where Amy was industriously typing, "Can't you, dear?"
"Of course." Beaming at River, Amy tossed the Doctor a Look. It was the sort of look which chided him for doubting her while also asking to be let in on the conversation. Something he'd rather not do, if truth be told.
Luckily for him, the Doctor realized Rory was waking up from being stunned during the escape. "Rory! You're awake!"
"Yeah." Groggy, Rory looked around until he found Amy, then relaxed a little and stopped trying to stand. The Doctor wondered if that was what love was all about for humans, that need to make sure the other person was always in some sort of proximity. He decided not to test the theory for the moment, since he didn't really enjoy River being in proximity to him.
Not that he thought that was love.
He wasn't really sure what it was, though it was probably just curiosity. River was a puzzle-box that he didn't have any instructions for, after all.
"So, are we winning?" Rory asked, breaking into his musings. He'd managed to stand, check on Amy, and move to where the Doctor was. As though there were some sort of solidarity in standing next to the other male in the room.
The Doctor considered expounding upon Time Lord DNA and chromosomal differentiation, but didn't. "I don't think I can say at the moment."
"We're winning," Amy said, standing up and giving Rory a flirtatious look. "Now, how about a kiss for the woman of the hour?"
"Can do," was Rory's happy reply as he did exactly that.
"And breathe," muttered the Doctor, turning away to check the rest of the situation.
River was typing at the computer. "We'll have two minutes to get out of here once I've finished," she said, her words mostly directed towards Amy and Rory (still kissing).
"Well, good," replied the Doctor, "That tallies with the time it'll take me to turn this into a sub-particle-ichthilg-wave-inducer." He held up the gun that Amy had been using and set about dismantling it with his screwdriver. After all, he had to be good for something, and a knock-out pulse would make it easier to run past the ambush waiting outside the door to the office they were in.
"That's not even a real thing," Amy informed him in a know-it-all tone.
He snorted, "It is so."
"For once, he's right," River confirmed.
"Trust the Doctor to be right more than once," suggested Rory. He made a face, "That didn't come out right."
"We were supposed to be at a party." It had been at least ten minutes since Amy had last mentioned that. She beamed cheerfully at the Doctor, "The Festival of Twelve Rolls, you said."
"He got his dates wrong."
"The TARDIS--" The Doctor paused, as that really wasn't casting him in any better light. He waved the sonic, "Stop talking, you're distracting me and I need to concentrate."
"He always gets his dates wrong."
"I do not."
River shot him another look filled with amusement, then straightened. "I'm ready. One more command to input. Doctor?"
Aiming the sonic screwdriver at the gun one last time, he heard that tiny little pop that told him he'd managed it, and nodded. "Amy, Rory, you might want to cover your ears." He didn't bother warning River, she was already raising her hands.
He himself should be fine, as long as nothing bounced back. With confidence, he aimed the gun (that wasn't a gun anymore, though he still sort of didn't like using it; using guns was for other people) at the door, waited a moment, then pulled the trigger.
There was a bit of resonance blow-back that made his teeth itch, but he ignored it, tossing the gun aside and grabbing Amy's arm, "Come along now."
River brought up the rear, her hand on the butt of her gun, though she didn't draw until they were halfway to the TARDIS and people started shooting at them again. "You go, I'll hold them off. The system cascade has already started, and I'll be fine once its finished."
"Things to do, eh?"
For a moment, he felt as though he might have the upper hand (I know how you're going to die).
But then River smiled, "You'll see me again soon. Try not to trip and fall, this time."
The problem was, if he didn't trip and fall, she wouldn't warn him... The Doctor made a note to wrestle with the idea for a week or so, perhaps when he had some time free. Right at the moment, the library needed re-organizing (Alice in Wonderland was next to the technical manuals, and Amy had mentioned Vurt being under a pile of cookery from the twenty-ninth century). His problems with River Song would have to wait until later.
Not that they were problems. Really.
He let the tide of that mental acrobatic trick drag him along after the Ponds, and managed not to get shot as they burst out into the open where there were guards standing next to the TARDIS. The system cascade was obviously affecting the software in their uniforms, as Amy took one out by laughing at it while Rory ducked underneath the punch of the other and it fell sideways.
"Everyone inside!" The Doctor shouted, feeling the situation deserved a little drama.
Amy was giggling even before he'd got the doors closed.
-f-
Rating: ...er, PG?
Length: 1200+
Characters: Eleven, Amy, Rory, River
Pairings: River/Eleven, Amy/Rory
Genre: an attempt at humor, action, ridiculous
Spoilers: Just general series five ones. Erm, also for The Visitation (oldskool, ftw).
Notes: I blame
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Bullets in Conversation
by ALC Punk!
He should have known better that to land on Effulgia Three, in the Year of the Piccolo Elephant. Everything had gone wrong from the moment they'd exited the TARDIS and River Song had appeared with a harried suggestion they take cover. Since then, they'd been chased, shot at, thrown in jail, rescued (by Amy and River, while Rory made admiring comments about Amy in her trooper uniform), chased some more and currently cornered.
There wasn't anything he could do, for the moment, Amy was working some arcane magic on a computer that didn't like him (it had zapped him, making his fingers ache, but it seemed to like Amy just fine). That left him with loose ends and the need to try to gain some semblance of control.
He cleared his throat. "So. It's not so bad."
And, predictably, River had that look in her eyes, the one that said she knew everything about him. She obviously doubted him.
So he said it. "It wasn't my fault."
Her eyebrows went up, and one side of her mouth twitched, "I bet you said that about the Great Fire of London, too."
"Terileptil technology is flammable," he defended himself, unconsciously crossing his arms over his chest, noticing, and then leaving them there in a fit of childish indignity. He wondered how many of his sins she knew about, but didn't quite want to ask.
"Not that I've seen. I've handled quite a bit of it, and I've never set anything alight."
Really, there was no way to get out of the situation without losing a little face. The Doctor dropped his arms and tried for a disarming grin, "Handled it, have you?" He decided that waggling his eyebrows would be taking it too far, for the moment. Also, there was something wrong with the gesture when he watched himself in the mirror, and he hadn't quite perfected it. Yet.
If anything, River looked even more amused. "Have you been taking flirting lessons?"
"Yeah, a bit," he said, pleased that she'd noticed.
"Doctor, I'm not sure if I should tell you this--" she leaned in just a little, and he wondered if if was soap or some deliberate mixture of pheromones that tickled the back of his nose. He restrained a sneeze. "--but they're not doing you any good."
Oh. His eyebrows snapped down, but he refused to lean away from her. "Look, shouldn't we be saving the world now?"
"I think Amy can handle it." River raised her voice, turning her head to direct it towards where Amy was industriously typing, "Can't you, dear?"
"Of course." Beaming at River, Amy tossed the Doctor a Look. It was the sort of look which chided him for doubting her while also asking to be let in on the conversation. Something he'd rather not do, if truth be told.
Luckily for him, the Doctor realized Rory was waking up from being stunned during the escape. "Rory! You're awake!"
"Yeah." Groggy, Rory looked around until he found Amy, then relaxed a little and stopped trying to stand. The Doctor wondered if that was what love was all about for humans, that need to make sure the other person was always in some sort of proximity. He decided not to test the theory for the moment, since he didn't really enjoy River being in proximity to him.
Not that he thought that was love.
He wasn't really sure what it was, though it was probably just curiosity. River was a puzzle-box that he didn't have any instructions for, after all.
"So, are we winning?" Rory asked, breaking into his musings. He'd managed to stand, check on Amy, and move to where the Doctor was. As though there were some sort of solidarity in standing next to the other male in the room.
The Doctor considered expounding upon Time Lord DNA and chromosomal differentiation, but didn't. "I don't think I can say at the moment."
"We're winning," Amy said, standing up and giving Rory a flirtatious look. "Now, how about a kiss for the woman of the hour?"
"Can do," was Rory's happy reply as he did exactly that.
"And breathe," muttered the Doctor, turning away to check the rest of the situation.
River was typing at the computer. "We'll have two minutes to get out of here once I've finished," she said, her words mostly directed towards Amy and Rory (still kissing).
"Well, good," replied the Doctor, "That tallies with the time it'll take me to turn this into a sub-particle-ichthilg-wave-inducer." He held up the gun that Amy had been using and set about dismantling it with his screwdriver. After all, he had to be good for something, and a knock-out pulse would make it easier to run past the ambush waiting outside the door to the office they were in.
"That's not even a real thing," Amy informed him in a know-it-all tone.
He snorted, "It is so."
"For once, he's right," River confirmed.
"Trust the Doctor to be right more than once," suggested Rory. He made a face, "That didn't come out right."
"We were supposed to be at a party." It had been at least ten minutes since Amy had last mentioned that. She beamed cheerfully at the Doctor, "The Festival of Twelve Rolls, you said."
"He got his dates wrong."
"The TARDIS--" The Doctor paused, as that really wasn't casting him in any better light. He waved the sonic, "Stop talking, you're distracting me and I need to concentrate."
"He always gets his dates wrong."
"I do not."
River shot him another look filled with amusement, then straightened. "I'm ready. One more command to input. Doctor?"
Aiming the sonic screwdriver at the gun one last time, he heard that tiny little pop that told him he'd managed it, and nodded. "Amy, Rory, you might want to cover your ears." He didn't bother warning River, she was already raising her hands.
He himself should be fine, as long as nothing bounced back. With confidence, he aimed the gun (that wasn't a gun anymore, though he still sort of didn't like using it; using guns was for other people) at the door, waited a moment, then pulled the trigger.
There was a bit of resonance blow-back that made his teeth itch, but he ignored it, tossing the gun aside and grabbing Amy's arm, "Come along now."
River brought up the rear, her hand on the butt of her gun, though she didn't draw until they were halfway to the TARDIS and people started shooting at them again. "You go, I'll hold them off. The system cascade has already started, and I'll be fine once its finished."
"Things to do, eh?"
For a moment, he felt as though he might have the upper hand (I know how you're going to die).
But then River smiled, "You'll see me again soon. Try not to trip and fall, this time."
The problem was, if he didn't trip and fall, she wouldn't warn him... The Doctor made a note to wrestle with the idea for a week or so, perhaps when he had some time free. Right at the moment, the library needed re-organizing (Alice in Wonderland was next to the technical manuals, and Amy had mentioned Vurt being under a pile of cookery from the twenty-ninth century). His problems with River Song would have to wait until later.
Not that they were problems. Really.
He let the tide of that mental acrobatic trick drag him along after the Ponds, and managed not to get shot as they burst out into the open where there were guards standing next to the TARDIS. The system cascade was obviously affecting the software in their uniforms, as Amy took one out by laughing at it while Rory ducked underneath the punch of the other and it fell sideways.
"Everyone inside!" The Doctor shouted, feeling the situation deserved a little drama.
Amy was giggling even before he'd got the doors closed.
-f-
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I loved this part:
"We were supposed to be at a party." It had been at least ten minutes since Amy had last mentioned that. She beamed cheerfully at the Doctor, "The Festival of Twelve Rolls, you said."
"He got his dates wrong."
"The TARDIS--" The Doctor paused, as that really wasn't casting him in any better light. He waved the sonic, "Stop talking, you're distracting me and I need to concentrate."
"He always gets his dates wrong."
Such a perfect little exchange :)
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I was quite fond of that, though I blame Charley from the Big Finish audios for constantly pointing that out (Amy does it, too <3)
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Luckily for him, the Doctor realized Rory was waking up from being stunned during the escape.
LOL! That one little comment was just so Rory.
And
If anything, River looked even more amused. "Have you been taking flirting lessons?"
"Yeah, a bit," he said, pleased that she'd noticed.
Just made me smile.
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Poor Rory is easy to knock out.
Thank you!
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Awesome line.
He'd managed to stand, check on Amy, and move to where the Doctor was. As though there were some sort of solidarity in standing next to the other male in the room.
Funny line. And mostly, YAY, team!TARDIS. :-D
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I CANNOT WAIT WHY IS IT NOT THE END OF APRIL?
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(Actually, I really want a River and Amy to save me)
(dammit.)
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