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promethia_tenkTitle: In Which Rory is the Next David Attenborough
Fandom: Doctor Who, Rory/Amy, Eleven/River
Length: 350 words
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 6x01 and 6x02
Summary: Rory and Amy make fun of the Doctor's flirting technique. Fluff ensues. (dialogue fic)
AN: I don't even know, guys: the comparison suddenly hit me and demanded to be written. Also the Ponds have been adorable this season and I wanted to try my hand at writing them some more. And Rory's deadpan humor is one of the best things ever. And Eleven's flirting is adorable. And picking apart his body language is fun. And River being happy is adorable. And a part of me really loves the atmosphere of secrets and paranoia and spying on each other that's going on and figures there must be fluffier sorts of spying happening too. And another part of me will die if I go for more than half a day without mocking something. Thus: thrown-together fic!
Amy stumbles upon Rory lying on his belly on one of the upper decks of the control room. He is spying down through one of the roundels on the Doctor and River below.
RORY: Shhhhhhh! Will you get down? I am trying to be inconspicuous here.
AMY: Sorry, sorry. (ducks, whispers) So what are we doing?
RORY: Wildlife observation.
AMY: (looks doubtful) What, them? Are you planning a documentary? The mating habits of the Tweedy-Backed Time Traveler?
RORY: You mock me, but I’ve seen this before. Remember that feature we were watching last month? The one about the, ummm, Eastern Australian Speckled Mud Grouse, I think?
AMY: Not really, no. (pause) Shove over.
RORY: See, he’s gotten her back to his nest, so he’s gone all fluttery and feathery and attentive . . .
AMY: I love it when you’re nosy. (stifles laughter) If he adjusts that jacket one more time he’s going to adjust it right off his back. So what’s he doing, brooding over her or something?
RORY: Nah, brooding’s what you do with eggs. Can you hear what he’s saying?
AMY: (tries to listen, shakes head) It just looks like he’s babbling. He’s always babbling.
RORY: Or, like, contented little cooing noises: cooo, coo, coo, cooooo . . .
AMY: (laughing) ‘I brought you a bug--please sit on my eggs!’
RORY: (snickers)
AMY: I’ll give him this: it does seem to be working.
RORY: I’m sure it’s a very nice bug.
AMY: (gives him a 'really?' look)
RORY: Well, it’s probably a giant man-eating bug that breathes fire, but something tells me she’d like that better.
AMY: (fondly) I’m getting you some binoculars for your next birthday.
RORY: I’d like that. (squinting) Ten quid says any minute now he’s going to start squawking and flapping all over the place; then he’ll settle down again and get all nuzzle-y.
AMY: Done.
(they watch)
AMY: Wow, you are good. So what does that mean, then?
RORY: We’ve just narrowly avoided a wombat attack.
(the whole TARDIS suddenly jolts to the side)
RORY: Or not so narrowly . . .
Fandom: Doctor Who, Rory/Amy, Eleven/River
Length: 350 words
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 6x01 and 6x02
Summary: Rory and Amy make fun of the Doctor's flirting technique. Fluff ensues. (dialogue fic)
AN: I don't even know, guys: the comparison suddenly hit me and demanded to be written. Also the Ponds have been adorable this season and I wanted to try my hand at writing them some more. And Rory's deadpan humor is one of the best things ever. And Eleven's flirting is adorable. And picking apart his body language is fun. And River being happy is adorable. And a part of me really loves the atmosphere of secrets and paranoia and spying on each other that's going on and figures there must be fluffier sorts of spying happening too. And another part of me will die if I go for more than half a day without mocking something. Thus: thrown-together fic!
Amy stumbles upon Rory lying on his belly on one of the upper decks of the control room. He is spying down through one of the roundels on the Doctor and River below.
RORY: Shhhhhhh! Will you get down? I am trying to be inconspicuous here.
AMY: Sorry, sorry. (ducks, whispers) So what are we doing?
RORY: Wildlife observation.
AMY: (looks doubtful) What, them? Are you planning a documentary? The mating habits of the Tweedy-Backed Time Traveler?
RORY: You mock me, but I’ve seen this before. Remember that feature we were watching last month? The one about the, ummm, Eastern Australian Speckled Mud Grouse, I think?
AMY: Not really, no. (pause) Shove over.
RORY: See, he’s gotten her back to his nest, so he’s gone all fluttery and feathery and attentive . . .
AMY: I love it when you’re nosy. (stifles laughter) If he adjusts that jacket one more time he’s going to adjust it right off his back. So what’s he doing, brooding over her or something?
RORY: Nah, brooding’s what you do with eggs. Can you hear what he’s saying?
AMY: (tries to listen, shakes head) It just looks like he’s babbling. He’s always babbling.
RORY: Or, like, contented little cooing noises: cooo, coo, coo, cooooo . . .
AMY: (laughing) ‘I brought you a bug--please sit on my eggs!’
RORY: (snickers)
AMY: I’ll give him this: it does seem to be working.
RORY: I’m sure it’s a very nice bug.
AMY: (gives him a 'really?' look)
RORY: Well, it’s probably a giant man-eating bug that breathes fire, but something tells me she’d like that better.
AMY: (fondly) I’m getting you some binoculars for your next birthday.
RORY: I’d like that. (squinting) Ten quid says any minute now he’s going to start squawking and flapping all over the place; then he’ll settle down again and get all nuzzle-y.
AMY: Done.
(they watch)
AMY: Wow, you are good. So what does that mean, then?
RORY: We’ve just narrowly avoided a wombat attack.
(the whole TARDIS suddenly jolts to the side)
RORY: Or not so narrowly . . .
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Date: 9 May 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)adorable<3
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Date: 9 May 2011 09:02 pm (UTC)even if they are fake birds:)(no subject)
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Date: 9 May 2011 10:28 pm (UTC)I think you're like chief body language interpreter around these parts, so I figured you might like that!
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Date: 9 May 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)Any chance you can be persuaded to write the River/Doctor exchange that Amy and Rory were watching...? *bats eyelashes*
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Date: 9 May 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)Any chance you can be persuaded to write the River/Doctor exchange that Amy and Rory were watching...? *bats eyelashes*
I'll be honest and say probably not--I'm a bit too enamored of the idea of just cooing and nuzzling. But if some good Doctor/River dialogue comes to me, I'll write it up. I'm supremely temperamental about fic, though . . .
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Date: 9 May 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)That was adorkable.
(Tragically I have no Rory icons. Or icons pertaining to natural history).
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Date: 9 May 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 10 May 2011 12:19 am (UTC)oh amazing, would so love more in this style :D
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Date: 10 May 2011 01:02 am (UTC)Ahahaha! This is so charming and delightful I cannot even! :D
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Date: 10 May 2011 03:12 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 10 May 2011 02:36 am (UTC)This is made of total, utter WIN!
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Date: 10 May 2011 03:12 am (UTC)*revives you*
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Date: 10 May 2011 02:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 10 May 2011 03:13 am (UTC)(Appropriate icon is appropriate!)
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Date: 10 May 2011 02:43 am (UTC)*falls over*
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Date: 10 May 2011 03:14 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed =D
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Date: 10 May 2011 03:18 am (UTC)Amazing lol.
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Date: 10 May 2011 08:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 10 May 2011 03:52 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 10 May 2011 08:13 pm (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 10 May 2011 06:48 pm (UTC)This killed me ded forever. Best description ever. And it needs to become a fic in it's own right. :D
This was brilliant, just brilliant. And would so happen. ♥
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Date: 10 May 2011 08:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 10 May 2011 08:01 pm (UTC)Uncanny.
This. Is. So. Much. Fun!
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