Fic: Literally 1/1

[rosa_acicularis]

Title: Literally, Or: A Brief Meditation on Why One Should Never Snark the Doctor.

Characters: Nine, Rose

Rating: G

Summary: He aims to please. A quick detour after The Doctor Dances. Ficlet.

Disclaimer: All sorts of things here belong to people other than me.

Author's Notes: Hey look! I wrote Nine!

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Rose and the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS.

She took in the city street around them. From the look of the car that drove by, they were still in the 1940s.

“Where are we?” she asked.

He grinned. “Just a quick hop across the pond. Boston, Massachusetts, 1941.” He looked at his watch. “Just about dinner time.”

A red ball rolled down the sidewalk and bumped into the TARDIS. The Doctor picked it up and tossed it to the dark-haired boy who’d come running after. “I think this is yours, mate.”

Rose smiled and waved. “Hello!”

The kid took one look at her Union Jack tee and arched an eloquent eyebrow.

“Leonard!” a woman’s voice cried from a nearby house. “Dinner!”

The boy ran off.

Rose turned to see the Doctor smiling smugly at her. He was obviously up to something. “Who was that?”

“What, didn’t you recognize him?” He chuckled and bounced a bit on his heels. “That was Max Nimoy’s boy Leonard.”

She stared at him blankly for a moment, then her eyes narrowed. “Very funny,” she bit out. 

“Well, you did say you wanted a little Spock."

The TARDIS door slammed behind her.

He shook his head. “Whoever said Earth girls were easy obviously had no idea what they were talking about.”

 

End.

Comments

[rosa-acicularis.livejournal.com]

I wish I could see that. Unfortunately, Boston's a bit of a trip from here. Shucks.

As for the Boston/Cambridge issue, that's wikipedia for you. I take my dignity into my hands every time I depend on that thing. C'est la vie.

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