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promethia_tenk) wrote2011-05-09 04:45 pm
promethia_tenk) wrote2011-05-09 04:45 pm
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FIC: In Which Rory is the Next David Attenborough
Title: 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 . . .