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Six/Charley

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

From the moment he left Androzani Minor, he’s always known that he’s the most intelligent of him all. It’s been a bit of a burden—providing an example of the perfect Doctor—but he’s always felt himself well compensated for his efforts simply by having the privilege of being, well, him. That certainty has been eroding lately, however, and it’s all the fault of that girl.

In fact, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d have to say that he’s being quite stupid about that girl. Downright woolyheaded.

Oh, he justifies himself constantly. Most days, he tells himself that Charley (no, CHARLOTTE) is obviously harmless. No one who lies that badly could possibly be a habitual liar, no matter how seldom she tells the truth. On other days, the ones in which he catches her in five falsehoods before elevenses, he assures himself that he’s saving the universe by keeping an eye on her. Who knows what mischief she and her imagination could get into if he were to set her adrift.

But the Doctor is a master of the half-truth, and he’s said too many of them over the centuries to be fooled by them himself. No, Char-- Miss Pollard, is not harmless. She knows more than she should, and knowledge is never harmless. And no, she’s not about to destroy the universe. She may not be truthful, but she’s not evil either. He knows evil, and she... isn’t.

But she is pretty. And charming. And fun and engaging and enthusiastic and sarcastic and delightfully old-fashioned, even when discussing technology that wasn’t invented until centuries after her birth. She’s good company, and he’s missed that.

But he can’t trust her, so therefore, he’ll never tell her how much he enjoys having her on the TARDIS. And that makes him the biggest idiot of them all.

Charley/Lucie, Eight/Charley/Lucie, Six/Eight

Charley/Lucie

[amaresu]

Clocks in at about 2523 words.


“What's happening?”
“There's another TARDIS materializing-”
“-in the same spot we are.”
“That's absurd.”
“Don't you have some sort of defense-”
“-something to stop this from happening.”
“Of course there is!”
“It's not working.”


She woke up to a the smell of a hospital. She hated that smell. There was nowhere else that ever smelled like it. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked around. There was a row of beds on both sides of the room. Her bed looked to be in the middle. Carefully she pulled back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “No slippers. What kind of hospital doesn't leave you slippers? Am I just supposed to walk around on the cold floor?”

“You're not supposed to walk around at all.” She jumped at the new voice answering her question. Turning she saw a nurse walking towards her. Least she thought it was a nurse. It had a certain nurseiness about it. As much as a giant mantis could anyways. “You've been unconscious for three days. We were beginning to worry about you.”

“What happened?” She tried not to panic. “Where's the Doctor? Where is this place?”

Breaking Pieces


Headhunter/Karen, Lucie/Karen, Lucie/Headhunter