FIC progress: Substitute
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promethia_tenkAU WIP fic in which Amy wakes up and discovers the Doctor and River have become her parents. Previous parts here, here, and here.
Just a little scene for anyone who was disappointed with the lack of Eleven/River banter in the last update ;-)
Rory was over for dinner, and Amy’s mother was telling stories.
“We met in a hotel bar in Istanbul--there was a conference going on he was attending, and I was on a dig outside of town--quite the charmer, he was. And very hard to forget.”
“Excuse me. You met me in a hotel bar in Istanbul. I met you about two weeks later in the University library.” Amy smirked, knowing what was coming.
“You, wait what?” Rory interrupted. “How can he have met you two weeks later than you met him?”
River laughed. “He was that drunk. The man cannot hold his booze.”
“I’m still not convinced you weren’t paying off the bartender to top off my drink when I wasn’t looking--it’s all a horrible blur." And then in a lower register: "Were you trying to take advantage of me Doctor Song?”
“Only until you started telling me about building a robot dog in boarding school,” her mother responded, “by then it just seemed mean.”
Rory looked over at Doctor Pond with some concern, but he was smiling along with his wife, evidently quite comfortable with the joke. She continued:
“So two weeks later I run into him in the stacks. He’s carrying this enormous pile of books and looking like an absolute fixture of the institution, as you can well imagine” she gestured at his tweedy get-up. “And I recognize him straight away and start to chat, except he has no idea who I am and does a fairly terrible job of pretending to for about twenty minutes. In the meantime I’m rambling on and wondering if this man is incapable of holding a decent conversation unless he’s completely schnockered. And he’s standing there with his stack of literature, going increasingly red in the face, and fumbling all his words while he tries to remember who I am. Come to think of it, sweetie, were you all flushed because you were embarrassed or because you refused to set down thirty pounds worth of reading material?”
“I couldn’t even tell you. I think I had a vague notion of defending myself with them, if worse came to worst.”
Just a little scene for anyone who was disappointed with the lack of Eleven/River banter in the last update ;-)
Rory was over for dinner, and Amy’s mother was telling stories.
“We met in a hotel bar in Istanbul--there was a conference going on he was attending, and I was on a dig outside of town--quite the charmer, he was. And very hard to forget.”
“Excuse me. You met me in a hotel bar in Istanbul. I met you about two weeks later in the University library.” Amy smirked, knowing what was coming.
“You, wait what?” Rory interrupted. “How can he have met you two weeks later than you met him?”
River laughed. “He was that drunk. The man cannot hold his booze.”
“I’m still not convinced you weren’t paying off the bartender to top off my drink when I wasn’t looking--it’s all a horrible blur." And then in a lower register: "Were you trying to take advantage of me Doctor Song?”
“Only until you started telling me about building a robot dog in boarding school,” her mother responded, “by then it just seemed mean.”
Rory looked over at Doctor Pond with some concern, but he was smiling along with his wife, evidently quite comfortable with the joke. She continued:
“So two weeks later I run into him in the stacks. He’s carrying this enormous pile of books and looking like an absolute fixture of the institution, as you can well imagine” she gestured at his tweedy get-up. “And I recognize him straight away and start to chat, except he has no idea who I am and does a fairly terrible job of pretending to for about twenty minutes. In the meantime I’m rambling on and wondering if this man is incapable of holding a decent conversation unless he’s completely schnockered. And he’s standing there with his stack of literature, going increasingly red in the face, and fumbling all his words while he tries to remember who I am. Come to think of it, sweetie, were you all flushed because you were embarrassed or because you refused to set down thirty pounds worth of reading material?”
“I couldn’t even tell you. I think I had a vague notion of defending myself with them, if worse came to worst.”
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Date: 23 Jul 2010 05:01 am (UTC)“I couldn’t even tell you. I think I had a vague notion of defending myself with them, if worse came to worse.”
LO(very)L.
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Date: 23 Jul 2010 03:02 pm (UTC)Especially how you managed to work in the timey-wimeyness of their relationship
Had to, didn't I?
“I couldn’t even tell you. I think I had a vague notion of defending myself with them, if worse came to worse.”
I'm divided over whether I should go on at this point with a bit more of how they met and some other material I want to work in somehow, or if I should just let this stand as a funny little interlude. It was going to be longer last night and then I got to that beat and it felt like a natural place to stop. *shrug*
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Date: 23 Jul 2010 03:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 23 Jul 2010 03:28 pm (UTC)It's hard for me to tell because, despite my best attempts, I am still not telepathic. -_-
*nods sagely* That must be hard for you.
Anyway, like I said, thanks for your thoughts!
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Date: 23 Jul 2010 03:29 pm (UTC)It is very heartbreaking, but I manage.
no problem. :)