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I'm going to bed. Honest. But before that, to make Scorpy the bartender kosher, I give you 200 words.
Crossover: Doctor Who/Farscape.
Characters: Fourth Doctor, Scorpius, Niem (Yes, RSR, I love her too)
Disclaimer: yadda.
In the mists of time... He knew that was wrong, that it was a stupid saying. Pushed against it and swam to the surface of his mind. The moment between waking and sleeping was swift.
There was a creak of leather. "Come now, Doctor. Pretending is pointless. I can hear your breathing change."
The voice was velvet against his ear, and he opened his eyes to find the strange creature who'd been there when he went under. Down, down, down the ziggurat. "Ah."
"What a fascinating mind you have. Tell me, are there many of your kind in this galaxy?"
He shifted against the straps that held him in Scorpius's little chair. "This won't do any good, you know."
"Oh, but we have all the time in the world. Niem." His hand raised.
Incapacitating pain sizzled along the Doctor's synapses, and he convulsed, mouth open in a soundless scream of pain.
Then it stopped, and he was panting for breath again.
"You see? It will just take patience. And I have a lot of patience. Tell me about wormholes."
"Don't. Know anything."
"Niem."
Pain. Again.
And again, until he was unconscious and the darkness welcomed him down into its depths.
Crossover: Doctor Who/Farscape.
Characters: Fourth Doctor, Scorpius, Niem (Yes, RSR, I love her too)
Disclaimer: yadda.
In the mists of time... He knew that was wrong, that it was a stupid saying. Pushed against it and swam to the surface of his mind. The moment between waking and sleeping was swift.
There was a creak of leather. "Come now, Doctor. Pretending is pointless. I can hear your breathing change."
The voice was velvet against his ear, and he opened his eyes to find the strange creature who'd been there when he went under. Down, down, down the ziggurat. "Ah."
"What a fascinating mind you have. Tell me, are there many of your kind in this galaxy?"
He shifted against the straps that held him in Scorpius's little chair. "This won't do any good, you know."
"Oh, but we have all the time in the world. Niem." His hand raised.
Incapacitating pain sizzled along the Doctor's synapses, and he convulsed, mouth open in a soundless scream of pain.
Then it stopped, and he was panting for breath again.
"You see? It will just take patience. And I have a lot of patience. Tell me about wormholes."
"Don't. Know anything."
"Niem."
Pain. Again.
And again, until he was unconscious and the darkness welcomed him down into its depths.
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Who was the fourth doctor?
*does not follow DW and don't think ever will*
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He, er, was the most well-known, and I hadn't deliberately decided on him until I realized he was grinning widely at Scorp in my head, and thus, er, I think I captured his style and tone.
Maybe?
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*go hides behind metaphorical sofa*
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*offers popcorn*
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Thank you. :)
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Man, now I have a craving for more Who/FS crossoverage, and that just seems wrong. :)
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Hah! I... don't think there is any, sadly.
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