Random one-shot
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Title:Come along, Ponds!
Rating: gen
Word Count: 280ish
Pairings or Characters: Doctor, Amy, Rory offscreen
Spoilers: One teeny tiny one for something mentioned at the end of The Doctor's Wife
Warnings: none
Summary: The best laid plans...
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"Amy! Rory? Come along, Ponds!" the Doctor’s voice carried down the TARDIS corridors, amplified by his sonic to make sure they got the wakeup call. "Alright you sleepy heads, time to get out of bed! The Musical Ducks of Quaxus 4.4 await!” He hadn’t really finished talking before he started humming a tune that he couldn’t quite recall already existing, then spun to the console to double check the coordinates.
Soon enough, Although, what really is soon? Or enough, for that matter? he contemplated, there was some faint thumping followed by quiet chattering and a tousled red head sticking out into the hallway.
“Did you really just fall out of bed? See, this wouldn't happen if you had a ladder!” he tutted to a sleepy Amy, bright hair fluffed like a lopsided halo and still in her sleep clothes.
She leaned against the bannister lazily, and wearily watched him flitting about. “Are they anything like musical chairs?"
The Doctor paused, and looked straight at her in confusion. “No, not really. I mean they are both classified as furniture, but ladders have more levels and usually don't come with musical accompaniment….Although!” he stopped, his hands wide with a look of inspiration, before continuing, “....that can be remedied.."
“Not the ladder, Doctor. The ducks. The Musical Ducks?” she gently reminded him.
“Ohhh. Then yes.....Well, no. Sort of. More like playing musical chairs if the chairs have barbed feathers. And get rather perturbed if you try to sit on them.”
He stopped talking just in time to hear a door shut in the hallway, and notice a perplexing lack of any Ponds.
Title:Come along, Ponds!
Rating: gen
Word Count: 280ish
Pairings or Characters: Doctor, Amy, Rory offscreen
Spoilers: One teeny tiny one for something mentioned at the end of The Doctor's Wife
Warnings: none
Summary: The best laid plans...
~~~~~
"Amy! Rory? Come along, Ponds!" the Doctor’s voice carried down the TARDIS corridors, amplified by his sonic to make sure they got the wakeup call. "Alright you sleepy heads, time to get out of bed! The Musical Ducks of Quaxus 4.4 await!” He hadn’t really finished talking before he started humming a tune that he couldn’t quite recall already existing, then spun to the console to double check the coordinates.
Soon enough, Although, what really is soon? Or enough, for that matter? he contemplated, there was some faint thumping followed by quiet chattering and a tousled red head sticking out into the hallway.
“Did you really just fall out of bed? See, this wouldn't happen if you had a ladder!” he tutted to a sleepy Amy, bright hair fluffed like a lopsided halo and still in her sleep clothes.
She leaned against the bannister lazily, and wearily watched him flitting about. “Are they anything like musical chairs?"
The Doctor paused, and looked straight at her in confusion. “No, not really. I mean they are both classified as furniture, but ladders have more levels and usually don't come with musical accompaniment….Although!” he stopped, his hands wide with a look of inspiration, before continuing, “....that can be remedied.."
“Not the ladder, Doctor. The ducks. The Musical Ducks?” she gently reminded him.
“Ohhh. Then yes.....Well, no. Sort of. More like playing musical chairs if the chairs have barbed feathers. And get rather perturbed if you try to sit on them.”
He stopped talking just in time to hear a door shut in the hallway, and notice a perplexing lack of any Ponds.
