Title: 'Naughty List'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted on LiveJournal to beattheblackdog
Summary: "We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered as he watched her fiddling with the door. "We're going to get caught."
The moonless night pressed in around them, ominous and tomb-like in its overpowering presence. Even the stars seemed to have vanished into the ether. No sound penetrated the formidable silence, not even a lonely cricket. The beams of light they swept in front of them were swallowed up immediately, and the shadows pressed in closer the further they ventured.
It seemed pointless, foolish, to continue. A sense of gloom hung in the air, although they tried to pretend nothing was wrong. As if any of this could be right...
"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered as he watched her fiddling with the door. "We're going to get caught."
She popped it open, grinning slightly. "It'll be fine," she murmured, turning to him and pressing a finger to her lips. "Now, shush!"
Inside, it was no lighter--a fact which gave them both pause. Normally, this place would be bright and gleaming and colorful; but all was pitch-black. Together, they crept along, doing their best to keep as quiet as they could.
Suddenly, the entire TARDIS was flooded with light. Caught off-guard, Amy and Rory clung to each other, blinking as their eyes tried to adjust. to the abrupt flood of photons.
"Well, well, well," they heard the Doctor chuckle. "And haven't the pair of you got a nerve, sneaking in here like that? So this is where River inherited her tendency to try to get an early pick at her Christmas gifts."
At last, his Ponds' eyesight adjusted, and they found him smiling down at them wryly.
"Uh, we can explain," Rory started.
The Doctor shook his head with a smirk. "Don't bother. I don't mind telling you that the two of you are going right up to the top of the Naughty list this Christmas."
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted on LiveJournal to beattheblackdog
Summary: "We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered as he watched her fiddling with the door. "We're going to get caught."
The moonless night pressed in around them, ominous and tomb-like in its overpowering presence. Even the stars seemed to have vanished into the ether. No sound penetrated the formidable silence, not even a lonely cricket. The beams of light they swept in front of them were swallowed up immediately, and the shadows pressed in closer the further they ventured.
It seemed pointless, foolish, to continue. A sense of gloom hung in the air, although they tried to pretend nothing was wrong. As if any of this could be right...
"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered as he watched her fiddling with the door. "We're going to get caught."
She popped it open, grinning slightly. "It'll be fine," she murmured, turning to him and pressing a finger to her lips. "Now, shush!"
Inside, it was no lighter--a fact which gave them both pause. Normally, this place would be bright and gleaming and colorful; but all was pitch-black. Together, they crept along, doing their best to keep as quiet as they could.
Suddenly, the entire TARDIS was flooded with light. Caught off-guard, Amy and Rory clung to each other, blinking as their eyes tried to adjust. to the abrupt flood of photons.
"Well, well, well," they heard the Doctor chuckle. "And haven't the pair of you got a nerve, sneaking in here like that? So this is where River inherited her tendency to try to get an early pick at her Christmas gifts."
At last, his Ponds' eyesight adjusted, and they found him smiling down at them wryly.
"Uh, we can explain," Rory started.
The Doctor shook his head with a smirk. "Don't bother. I don't mind telling you that the two of you are going right up to the top of the Naughty list this Christmas."