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timelord1 ([personal profile] timelord1) wrote2011-09-28 09:36 am

Okay quick before I go...a prompt

Never posted a prompt before - inspired by the fun I had with [livejournal.com profile] onabearskinrug's prompt yesterday and the prompt I'm trying to fill for [livejournal.com profile] country_who, here's a random one from me. Fill away!!!! Any Doctor, any whatever. Enjoy!

[identity profile] onabearskinrug.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)

Oh yay! I have an idea, may not work to type it on my iPhone :-)

[identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Woo hoo!!!! To me they kind of look like a young Mr. Rogers and Donna Reed enjoying a nice soda. But I am excited to see what you go with, because that description of mine has nothing to do with Doctor Who! Unless of course, the Doctor came in and took their soda away from them, and then Mr. Rogers could give him a small but gentle lecture (with piano music in the background) about being a nice neighbor.

Yeah, that's why I am looking forward to what you write - because that's all I've got for this one.

[identity profile] onabearskinrug.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)

I think they look smug :-)

[identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee now I'm all kinds of excited to see what you do with it! :)

[identity profile] onabearskinrug.livejournal.com 2011-09-29 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, I'm picturing Ten/Rose...

"You just had to have a cheeseburger!" the Doctor hissed to Rose across the Soda Shoppe booth.

"Huh-wha?" she mumbled through a mouthful of said cheeseburger, then swallowed. "And a chocolate milkshake."

"Oh, heaven forbid I forget the chocolate milkshake!"

"What exactly is your problem, Doctor?"

"Ohhh, Rose, it's not just my problem. It's everyone's problem." He gestured to a small table across the way, where a typical American teen couple were sharing a typical Friday night date in 1953 small town America. They were sipping from an ice cream soda, staring dreamily into one another's eyes.

Rose stared, taking thoughtful draughts from her milkshake, trying to see what the Doctor saw. "They slip something into your egg cream?"

"Rose, look at them!" he told her vehemently. "Sharing a soda, starry-eyed, playing footsie under the table, making plans to hold hands up at Lover's Lane. You know what they are? They're smug is what they are."

Rose blinked, and grabbed a passing waitress. "Could you ask the owner to check the expiration date on the milk? My friend seems to be having a reaction."

"Rose, I'm serious!" he protested. "They're smug! The newness of their first love, all those hormones and pheremones rushing about, giving them a thrill. They need everyone to know because, of course, no one has ever or will ever feel the way they do! No one could possibly understand their love! They. Are. Smug."

"Smug."

"Yes."

"Those two over there? With the letterman jacket and the twinset?"

"Exactly."

"They're smug."

"Did I stutter?"

"No," Rose choked back a laugh. "I just don't understand why it bothers you."

"Well, I just don't understand! Why do you need to feel like you're better than anyone else just because you've happened to find someone who reacts to your pheremone output more than someone else? Not a reason to be proud, in my humble opinion."

"Not so humble," Rose muttered.

"What?"

"I said I could kill for some crumble," Rose covered her tracks. "So, what, you're mad because two teenagers over there are sharing a soda and acting...smug."

"I just don't understand," the Doctor repeated, sitting back in their booth and crossing his arms. He regarded Rose, half-eaten cheeseburger on the plate in front of her, hair pulled off her face, dipping her french fries (they were in America, he felt the need to speak the lingo) into her milkshake. "I mean, I look at you, and I don't feel any better than anyone else. I don't need others to look at us and feel envious. I just look at you, and think about how I'm the luckiest sod in the universe but not about how I can rub it in all these humans' faces."

"Oh," Rose's expression softened. "Doctor..."

"'Love is patient, love is kind'...all that jazz," he butchered. "'It does not boast.'"

"Never took you for a Bible thumper."

"It has it's moments. Remind me to tell you about how I lit a bush on fire..."

"Doctor..." Rose interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." And then they made out. A lot.

***Could have had a better ending, but as this is just for you, I figured it was appropriate. Hope you enjoyed!"

[identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com 2011-09-29 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!! :D :D :D :D This is so cute!!!!! :D

"Those two over there? With the letterman jacket and the twinset?"

"Exactly."

"They're smug."

"Did I stutter?"

PERFECT! Oh so fun! :) Also the line about having some crumble. This was cute and sweet and very, very funny!!! :) I loves it! You my favorite!!

[identity profile] wander-realtai.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, that's too cute! I wish I was in a more writerly mode, but I've been blocked in that avenue lately.

[identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no!! I hope you break through your block very soon!!!

[identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com 2011-09-29 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs*