Spare Me A Tune
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who_contestTitle: Spare Me A Tune
Rating: G
Word Count: 350 Words
Characters: Second Doctor, Ben, Polly
Warnings: None
Summary: Inspired by the present picture for Music - the Second Doctor begins his knack for inspiring with his chosen musical instrument. Mild Spoilers for Power of the Daleks, the Second Doctor's first adventure.
Author's Notes: Written for w![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
who_contestrabble Challenge #5: Music.
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He'd found it just after he'd regenerated in some dusty storage box, and there was something about it which caught his attention. The worn blow holes, the whirling colours on its surface... And whilst he couldn't recall where the Doctor - no, he was the Doctor, try to remember that, yes - where he had got it from, the very fact it caught his new found joyful personality had to mean something. And his travelling Companions - Ben and Polly wasn't it? - no, they weren't sure of him yet, not as he was. They'd trusted the Doctor. Not him. Even though he was... oh dear, his brain was still in a muddle. First try and all that.
So he started playing to ease the tension and he was delighted to find that his lips... they were musical lips. He never recalled being much of a music player before back when he was old and fuddy, but now he could get the notes out just right. And it helped him to think, and remember.
Gallifrey. Susan. Chesterton. Vortis. Aztecs and Nero, Daleks and Cybermen. There it was in a flash as he played his little jig.
"Doctor?" Polly was looking at him with a slight smile. A smile of trust. Not Ben though, have to work on that, he thought as he popped the Recorder into his pocket, his five hundred year old diary held out in an unfamilar hand.
"Yes, I think must have landed for some time. It's time we went for a stroll!"
Polly looked back at him with some dismay. "But... you don't know where we've landed!"
He beamed at the two as he grabbed a fancy hat and opened the TARDIS doors. "Well that's rather the fun of it, isn't it? Now are you two coming or not?"
And they did. And they had an adventure, just like old times. Base under seige, Daleks in the shadows, danger abound.
But he was still the Doctor. He could still win. And if he ever felt a little nervous, he could spare time for a little tune...
Rating: G
Word Count: 350 Words
Characters: Second Doctor, Ben, Polly
Warnings: None
Summary: Inspired by the present picture for Music - the Second Doctor begins his knack for inspiring with his chosen musical instrument. Mild Spoilers for Power of the Daleks, the Second Doctor's first adventure.
Author's Notes: Written for w
who_contestrabble Challenge #5: Music.###
He'd found it just after he'd regenerated in some dusty storage box, and there was something about it which caught his attention. The worn blow holes, the whirling colours on its surface... And whilst he couldn't recall where the Doctor - no, he was the Doctor, try to remember that, yes - where he had got it from, the very fact it caught his new found joyful personality had to mean something. And his travelling Companions - Ben and Polly wasn't it? - no, they weren't sure of him yet, not as he was. They'd trusted the Doctor. Not him. Even though he was... oh dear, his brain was still in a muddle. First try and all that.
So he started playing to ease the tension and he was delighted to find that his lips... they were musical lips. He never recalled being much of a music player before back when he was old and fuddy, but now he could get the notes out just right. And it helped him to think, and remember.
Gallifrey. Susan. Chesterton. Vortis. Aztecs and Nero, Daleks and Cybermen. There it was in a flash as he played his little jig.
"Doctor?" Polly was looking at him with a slight smile. A smile of trust. Not Ben though, have to work on that, he thought as he popped the Recorder into his pocket, his five hundred year old diary held out in an unfamilar hand.
"Yes, I think must have landed for some time. It's time we went for a stroll!"
Polly looked back at him with some dismay. "But... you don't know where we've landed!"
He beamed at the two as he grabbed a fancy hat and opened the TARDIS doors. "Well that's rather the fun of it, isn't it? Now are you two coming or not?"
And they did. And they had an adventure, just like old times. Base under seige, Daleks in the shadows, danger abound.
But he was still the Doctor. He could still win. And if he ever felt a little nervous, he could spare time for a little tune...
