Doctor Who: Breaking the Rules
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milieva_ficsTitle: Breaking the Rules
Characters: Nine, Rose, Jack
Rating: PG
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rabid1st prompted 'Kangaroos, Koalas, and Kahlua' for the A-Z Drabble Meme
Summary: Why they won’t be going back to the Selphrom Spaceport anytime soon.
“Wait. What?” She stopped dead, as if she’d walked straight into an invisible insect barrier on Crailgus 7—she still hadn’t lived that one down--and stared after him, her mouth hanging open.
He sighed in exasperation as he turned back round and took her hand to forcibly lead her down to a sketchy looking pub. It wasn’t until his fingers wrapped around hers that Rose noticed the blue bloke in the alleyway leering at her with one of his two heads, she quickened her pace and walked a little closer to the Doctor as she tried to take in what he’d told her.
“You mean they came from here?” They sidestepped around a quadruped beggar. “How?”
“It’s the same concept as dropping a dog by the side of a country road, except in this case the countryside is a backwater solar system and the road is Australia.” He shoved a few of the silvery blue dodecahedrons that constituted as money on this planet into the tentacle of the creature at the door as they walked in.
“Seriously?”
“Didn’t the platypus ever give you a hint that not all the animals on your planet originated there?”
Well he did have a point, but he had to just be making it up. The kangaroos in the pen they’d passed must have been the descendents of a souvenir some intergalactic tourist had brought through the spaceport.
At least she had been quite sure that was the case until she came face to face with a dark-eyed, big-eared, grey, fuzzy creature, one most commonly known on Earth as a koala, perched on the shoulder of a rough looking man sitting at a nearby table. There were some things she didn’t want to know about her planet. The orgin of certain species was one of those many things.
The two wove their way through the nighttime crowd until they came upon a rather large table with a card game going on. Jack was seated nearly opposite them with a rather decent amount of currency piled before him. The wild gestures of his hands told the same story as the large number of empty glasses on the tabletop near him.
“I did warn you,” he announced as he proudly laid down a hand of cards and swept the little stack of credits to join his growing collection.
The Doctor gave him a look dark enough to gain the notice of everyone at the table. All eyes turned to the newcomer. Rose shifted slightly as she felt a number of those gazes shift to her.
“Have you ever had a song stuck in your head and you just didn’t feel right singing it without a pint in your hand?” Jack exclaimed, holding a half empty glass up as if illustrating this fact.
The unchanging expression on the Doctor’s face wiped the smile off his own.
“I guess that’s a ‘No’, then.” With sudden sobriety, Jack swept the money into one of his pockets and stood, giving his apologies to the table, explaining that his ride might leave him behind.
“Not even 'Ireland’s Call'? I’m always getting that one stuck.”
The Doctor’s expression remained one of great annoyance. After the whole incident with the jabberwocky, he’d been a bit touchy recently about the breaking of Rule Number One. He didn’t say another word the entire way back to the TARDIS.
Rose wrinkled her nose as they stepped back out onto the pavement. The wind had picked up and the strong lingering odor that hung around Jack slapped her in the face. It was an odd combination of ale, coffee, and a few other alien scents she couldn’t quite place.
“What have you been drinking?”
“Oh, a bit of this and that. One tasted like Kahlua, I think...” He looped an arm around her waist as he attempted to strut down the pavement, but only managed an exaggerated wobble as he sang out, “…Together, standing tall!”
It was going to be a long night.
Characters: Nine, Rose, Jack
Rating: PG
Prompt:
rabid1st prompted 'Kangaroos, Koalas, and Kahlua' for the A-Z Drabble MemeSummary: Why they won’t be going back to the Selphrom Spaceport anytime soon.
“Wait. What?” She stopped dead, as if she’d walked straight into an invisible insect barrier on Crailgus 7—she still hadn’t lived that one down--and stared after him, her mouth hanging open.
He sighed in exasperation as he turned back round and took her hand to forcibly lead her down to a sketchy looking pub. It wasn’t until his fingers wrapped around hers that Rose noticed the blue bloke in the alleyway leering at her with one of his two heads, she quickened her pace and walked a little closer to the Doctor as she tried to take in what he’d told her.
“You mean they came from here?” They sidestepped around a quadruped beggar. “How?”
“It’s the same concept as dropping a dog by the side of a country road, except in this case the countryside is a backwater solar system and the road is Australia.” He shoved a few of the silvery blue dodecahedrons that constituted as money on this planet into the tentacle of the creature at the door as they walked in.
“Seriously?”
“Didn’t the platypus ever give you a hint that not all the animals on your planet originated there?”
Well he did have a point, but he had to just be making it up. The kangaroos in the pen they’d passed must have been the descendents of a souvenir some intergalactic tourist had brought through the spaceport.
At least she had been quite sure that was the case until she came face to face with a dark-eyed, big-eared, grey, fuzzy creature, one most commonly known on Earth as a koala, perched on the shoulder of a rough looking man sitting at a nearby table. There were some things she didn’t want to know about her planet. The orgin of certain species was one of those many things.
The two wove their way through the nighttime crowd until they came upon a rather large table with a card game going on. Jack was seated nearly opposite them with a rather decent amount of currency piled before him. The wild gestures of his hands told the same story as the large number of empty glasses on the tabletop near him.
“I did warn you,” he announced as he proudly laid down a hand of cards and swept the little stack of credits to join his growing collection.
The Doctor gave him a look dark enough to gain the notice of everyone at the table. All eyes turned to the newcomer. Rose shifted slightly as she felt a number of those gazes shift to her.
“Have you ever had a song stuck in your head and you just didn’t feel right singing it without a pint in your hand?” Jack exclaimed, holding a half empty glass up as if illustrating this fact.
The unchanging expression on the Doctor’s face wiped the smile off his own.
“I guess that’s a ‘No’, then.” With sudden sobriety, Jack swept the money into one of his pockets and stood, giving his apologies to the table, explaining that his ride might leave him behind.
“Not even 'Ireland’s Call'? I’m always getting that one stuck.”
The Doctor’s expression remained one of great annoyance. After the whole incident with the jabberwocky, he’d been a bit touchy recently about the breaking of Rule Number One. He didn’t say another word the entire way back to the TARDIS.
Rose wrinkled her nose as they stepped back out onto the pavement. The wind had picked up and the strong lingering odor that hung around Jack slapped her in the face. It was an odd combination of ale, coffee, and a few other alien scents she couldn’t quite place.
“What have you been drinking?”
“Oh, a bit of this and that. One tasted like Kahlua, I think...” He looped an arm around her waist as he attempted to strut down the pavement, but only managed an exaggerated wobble as he sang out, “…Together, standing tall!”
It was going to be a long night.
