Title: The Untold Story
Author:
lilly_rose
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Character(s): The Seventh Doctor and Ace
Ship(s): N/A
Spoilers: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Imprisoned once again, Ace looks for a way to pass the time.
Notes: Written for
phlegethon_vii, using the prompt phrase: "Y'know Professor, for someone who doesn't like violence, you don't half have a mean right hook."
They'd been arrested. Again.
Looking around their shared prison cell, Ace thought the only difference between this incarceration and all the other incarcerations was the quality of their forced accommodations.
"Well posh," she decided, putting her feet up on the overstuffed ottoman. Settled behind a rosewood tea table, the Doctor made a noise of either impatience or annoyance. Comfortable as she was, Ace couldn't be bothered to tell the difference.
"A cell is a cell no matter how nicely appointed," he groused. His words were belied by the casual manner in which he poured out two cups of tea.
Ace laughed. "Beats a dungeon any day," she said. She accepted the cup he offered her. "So when d'you suppose they'll let us out?"
"Hmmm," mused the Doctor. "A few days, I imagine." He stirred an unhealthy amount of sugar into his tea, and Ace stared at him in disbelief. "After we've had time to consider our actions properly."
Ace snorted into her tea.
The Doctor made a face at her over his own tea cup. They went on drinking tea in companionable silence for a moment, Ace thinking about their latest arrest. Ace grinned at the memory. That bar fight was brilliant. She wasn't the least bit sorry about starting it.
And not that she hadn't had help finishing it...
"Y'know Professor," she said aloud. "For someone who doesn't like violence, you don't half have a mean right hook."
A hint of a smile pulled at his lips. "One tends to pick things up as one travels among the primitives," he said, a teasing look edged with some knowledge in his expression.
Ace was certain there was a story behind it all. But although they spent three days together in their posh cell, Ace never did get that story out of him.
Author:
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Character(s): The Seventh Doctor and Ace
Ship(s): N/A
Spoilers: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Imprisoned once again, Ace looks for a way to pass the time.
Notes: Written for
They'd been arrested. Again.
Looking around their shared prison cell, Ace thought the only difference between this incarceration and all the other incarcerations was the quality of their forced accommodations.
"Well posh," she decided, putting her feet up on the overstuffed ottoman. Settled behind a rosewood tea table, the Doctor made a noise of either impatience or annoyance. Comfortable as she was, Ace couldn't be bothered to tell the difference.
"A cell is a cell no matter how nicely appointed," he groused. His words were belied by the casual manner in which he poured out two cups of tea.
Ace laughed. "Beats a dungeon any day," she said. She accepted the cup he offered her. "So when d'you suppose they'll let us out?"
"Hmmm," mused the Doctor. "A few days, I imagine." He stirred an unhealthy amount of sugar into his tea, and Ace stared at him in disbelief. "After we've had time to consider our actions properly."
Ace snorted into her tea.
The Doctor made a face at her over his own tea cup. They went on drinking tea in companionable silence for a moment, Ace thinking about their latest arrest. Ace grinned at the memory. That bar fight was brilliant. She wasn't the least bit sorry about starting it.
And not that she hadn't had help finishing it...
"Y'know Professor," she said aloud. "For someone who doesn't like violence, you don't half have a mean right hook."
A hint of a smile pulled at his lips. "One tends to pick things up as one travels among the primitives," he said, a teasing look edged with some knowledge in his expression.
Ace was certain there was a story behind it all. But although they spent three days together in their posh cell, Ace never did get that story out of him.


Comments
I'd love to see that barfight!
Fun little ficlet!