It took a lot to distract the Doctor from a time anomaly, and his head wasn’t an easy one to turn. So why he’d let Silver lead him away from this one, into the opposite end of the building was a good question.
Flirting, I mean, he’d met plenty of flirts. He’d met the galaxy’s greatest lovers and courtesans, and remained unmoved, and he’d managed to try and look disapproving at Jack Harkness most of the time. Even granted that he had a weakness for the subtleties of psychic seduction over the physical, it wasn’t an answer.
“One moment,” said Silver, from the kitchen. He’d led them into one of the empty flats that had probably been locked and then literally vanished into the next room. “I did say I could give you something you wanted, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” said the Doctor, fidgeting. “Er. Yeah.”
It wasn’t even the Element thing. He’d heard of them; met them before – inevitable, given their lines of work – and even he found them a mystery. They, on the other hand, tended to see him as an irresponsible lunatic who went round tearing holes in time. An accusation he refuted absolutely. He knew what he was doing. So, the chance to study one up close, as it were was a… well, okay. That wasn’t it, either.
“And I object,” the Doctor said, belatedly, as Silver reappeared. “I am not a walking trigger, I haven’t caused any time-breaks, and I don’t attract nasties from outside of time and space. Well, not much. Only sometimes, and not today. And I don’t want cheering up!”
“Oh, no, no,” said Silver, passing him his tea, with one light touch of their hands in the process. “You know, your thoughts as regards hot water and a few dried leaves… I’m intrigued.”
“I don’t think about tea in that way!”
“Oh?”
There was rather too much amusement in that one syllable, and suddenly the Doctor was unsure as he looked down at the over-sweet tea that was exactly how he liked it. “And,” he added, “I told you not to go poking around in my mind.”
“You keep shouting,” returned Silver. “I never go where I’m not wanted.” His tone implied that he rarely found himself unwanted.
And, the Doctor continued, it wasn’t even that he didn’t have to feel ancient in comparison to the other. It was a bit hard to tell on brief acquaintance but logic said Silver must be considerably older than him, even if it also seemed that age didn’t apply here and in other ways he was newly minted. It made a change, because usually the only people older than him turned out to be evil from the dawn of time, or a head in a jar.
No, it wasn’t that. The Doctor coughed, and adjusted his tie. “Okay. Silver. The thing is, I can’t help noticing -.” He waved a hand and nearly spilt the tea.
Silver looked illegally smug, but merely raised an eyebrow.
“It’s just, well…” The Doctor gave in as he looked wistfully at the Element’s gloriously red hair. “I’ve always wanted to know how it feels to be ginger.”
*** Gabriel Sanders/Ellie Higson (both from Jago & Litefoot BFAs); Leela/Prf. Litefoot; TARDIS/Liberator (B7)
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Silver (S&S)/Tenth Doctor
Date: 2012-01-31 01:45 pm (UTC)It took a lot to distract the Doctor from a time anomaly, and his head wasn’t an easy one to turn. So why he’d let Silver lead him away from this one, into the opposite end of the building was a good question.
Flirting, I mean, he’d met plenty of flirts. He’d met the galaxy’s greatest lovers and courtesans, and remained unmoved, and he’d managed to try and look disapproving at Jack Harkness most of the time. Even granted that he had a weakness for the subtleties of psychic seduction over the physical, it wasn’t an answer.
“One moment,” said Silver, from the kitchen. He’d led them into one of the empty flats that had probably been locked and then literally vanished into the next room. “I did say I could give you something you wanted, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” said the Doctor, fidgeting. “Er. Yeah.”
It wasn’t even the Element thing. He’d heard of them; met them before – inevitable, given their lines of work – and even he found them a mystery. They, on the other hand, tended to see him as an irresponsible lunatic who went round tearing holes in time. An accusation he refuted absolutely. He knew what he was doing. So, the chance to study one up close, as it were was a… well, okay. That wasn’t it, either.
“And I object,” the Doctor said, belatedly, as Silver reappeared. “I am not a walking trigger, I haven’t caused any time-breaks, and I don’t attract nasties from outside of time and space. Well, not much. Only sometimes, and not today. And I don’t want cheering up!”
“Oh, no, no,” said Silver, passing him his tea, with one light touch of their hands in the process. “You know, your thoughts as regards hot water and a few dried leaves… I’m intrigued.”
“I don’t think about tea in that way!”
“Oh?”
There was rather too much amusement in that one syllable, and suddenly the Doctor was unsure as he looked down at the over-sweet tea that was exactly how he liked it. “And,” he added, “I told you not to go poking around in my mind.”
“You keep shouting,” returned Silver. “I never go where I’m not wanted.” His tone implied that he rarely found himself unwanted.
And, the Doctor continued, it wasn’t even that he didn’t have to feel ancient in comparison to the other. It was a bit hard to tell on brief acquaintance but logic said Silver must be considerably older than him, even if it also seemed that age didn’t apply here and in other ways he was newly minted. It made a change, because usually the only people older than him turned out to be evil from the dawn of time, or a head in a jar.
No, it wasn’t that. The Doctor coughed, and adjusted his tie. “Okay. Silver. The thing is, I can’t help noticing -.” He waved a hand and nearly spilt the tea.
Silver looked illegally smug, but merely raised an eyebrow.
“It’s just, well…” The Doctor gave in as he looked wistfully at the Element’s gloriously red hair. “I’ve always wanted to know how it feels to be ginger.”
***
Gabriel Sanders/Ellie Higson (both from Jago & Litefoot BFAs); Leela/Prf. Litefoot; TARDIS/Liberator (B7)