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Dec. 28th; Doctor Who: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald, the TARDIS, 'Ulterior Motive'
Title: 'Ulterior Motive'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald, the TARDIS
Rating: G
Swearing under his breath at the lack of progress in his latest attempt at maintenance, the Doctor strode out of the TARDIS. The old girl had stranded him and Clara on a permafrost-coated superearth, and he was now doing his best to suss out just what the trouble was. As a scan had proven that the area was devoid of harmful lifeforms and awash in a breathable atmosphere, he'd had no issue with Clara going out on her own to wander; potential landmarks abounded, so there was little chance of her getting lost.
Now, he walked around the TARDIS' exterior, cupping his hands to his mouth and blowing into them to fend off the chill. He glared, frustrated, at the blue paneling.
"What's the matter with you," he muttered. "You're not cross with me again, are you? Because I didn't do a thing to upset you...that I know of," he added to himself. "Why have you dumped us here?"
All he could get in reply from his timeship was a vague but amused vibration. She'd brought them here deliberately; that much he knew for certain. The old girl had something in mind, some sort of ulterior motive--
--but the Doctor's pensive scrutiny was brought to an abrupt halt as something cold collided with one of his shoulder blades. "What the hell?!"
Whirling, he found Clara standing some meters away, her eyes sparkling with glee. She was already stooping, gathering snow into her hands and forming it into a spherical shape.
"What are you playing at," he demanded. "I'm trying to get some work done, Clara!"
She smirked, tossing the snowball up in the air a few times. "Come on; don't be such a grouch. Haven't you ever been in a snowball fight?"
There was that same amused sense coming from the TARDIS; now, it was much stronger than before. Perplexed, the Doctor stared back and forth between it and Clara.
"Don't tell me this is what we're doing here," he asked. He ducked, putting the ship between himself and the mischief-making human for self-defense.
"Come out, Doctor," he heard Clara laughingly call. "Don't go and turn this into a game of hide-and-go-seek!"
As though in agreement, the TARDIS dematerialized, placing herself up on a hill quite a ways away--too far for the Doctor to beat a hasty retreat. He stared up the hill in some chagrin, having a feeling that she'd locked her doors, for good measure.
Another snowball hit the ground near his feet.
"You're not very good at this, are you," Clara chuckled.
"Fine; if that's the way everybody wants it," the Doctor grinned. He threw himself behind a large tree, quickly getting to work on creating his own frosty arsenal. "I'll show you how good I am at snowball fights, Clara Oswald! Just you watch!"
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald, the TARDIS
Rating: G
Swearing under his breath at the lack of progress in his latest attempt at maintenance, the Doctor strode out of the TARDIS. The old girl had stranded him and Clara on a permafrost-coated superearth, and he was now doing his best to suss out just what the trouble was. As a scan had proven that the area was devoid of harmful lifeforms and awash in a breathable atmosphere, he'd had no issue with Clara going out on her own to wander; potential landmarks abounded, so there was little chance of her getting lost.
Now, he walked around the TARDIS' exterior, cupping his hands to his mouth and blowing into them to fend off the chill. He glared, frustrated, at the blue paneling.
"What's the matter with you," he muttered. "You're not cross with me again, are you? Because I didn't do a thing to upset you...that I know of," he added to himself. "Why have you dumped us here?"
All he could get in reply from his timeship was a vague but amused vibration. She'd brought them here deliberately; that much he knew for certain. The old girl had something in mind, some sort of ulterior motive--
--but the Doctor's pensive scrutiny was brought to an abrupt halt as something cold collided with one of his shoulder blades. "What the hell?!"
Whirling, he found Clara standing some meters away, her eyes sparkling with glee. She was already stooping, gathering snow into her hands and forming it into a spherical shape.
"What are you playing at," he demanded. "I'm trying to get some work done, Clara!"
She smirked, tossing the snowball up in the air a few times. "Come on; don't be such a grouch. Haven't you ever been in a snowball fight?"
There was that same amused sense coming from the TARDIS; now, it was much stronger than before. Perplexed, the Doctor stared back and forth between it and Clara.
"Don't tell me this is what we're doing here," he asked. He ducked, putting the ship between himself and the mischief-making human for self-defense.
"Come out, Doctor," he heard Clara laughingly call. "Don't go and turn this into a game of hide-and-go-seek!"
As though in agreement, the TARDIS dematerialized, placing herself up on a hill quite a ways away--too far for the Doctor to beat a hasty retreat. He stared up the hill in some chagrin, having a feeling that she'd locked her doors, for good measure.
Another snowball hit the ground near his feet.
"You're not very good at this, are you," Clara chuckled.
"Fine; if that's the way everybody wants it," the Doctor grinned. He threw himself behind a large tree, quickly getting to work on creating his own frosty arsenal. "I'll show you how good I am at snowball fights, Clara Oswald! Just you watch!"