Entry tags:
- doctor who,
- fic,
- gen
Drabble: Monologue (Doctor Who)
Title: Monologue
Author:
anactoria
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten, implied Donna.
Rating: G
Word Count: 190
Magpie crabs! Half the cities on this planet flooded a century or two back, and they live in the ruins. Pick up bits of glass, plastic, mirror – anything shiny. Like hermit crabs only bling…
Careful getting out of the TARDIS. Can’t land on the ground, you see. So much water circulating down there, it’s quicksand. We’d sink right away. They all live in trees, instead. Trees!
He’s alone, mostly, now, but he can’t switch it off. The voice inside his head that won’t stop explaining, expanding, sharing his universe at a hundred words a minute. Of course, he doesn’t do it out loud, usually, though sometimes he catches himself waving his hands around to illustrate a point and feels silly when he remembers there’s no-one there to see.
He doesn’t know who he thinks he’s talking to.
No, that’s not true. He’s just careful not to think about it. Instead he keeps moving, keeps up his inner monologue, keeps on rattling off the facts, a bubbling stream of consciousness that never leads him anywhere at all.
What he really needs, he thinks, is someone to tell him to shut up.
Author:
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten, implied Donna.
Rating: G
Word Count: 190
Magpie crabs! Half the cities on this planet flooded a century or two back, and they live in the ruins. Pick up bits of glass, plastic, mirror – anything shiny. Like hermit crabs only bling…
Careful getting out of the TARDIS. Can’t land on the ground, you see. So much water circulating down there, it’s quicksand. We’d sink right away. They all live in trees, instead. Trees!
He’s alone, mostly, now, but he can’t switch it off. The voice inside his head that won’t stop explaining, expanding, sharing his universe at a hundred words a minute. Of course, he doesn’t do it out loud, usually, though sometimes he catches himself waving his hands around to illustrate a point and feels silly when he remembers there’s no-one there to see.
He doesn’t know who he thinks he’s talking to.
No, that’s not true. He’s just careful not to think about it. Instead he keeps moving, keeps up his inner monologue, keeps on rattling off the facts, a bubbling stream of consciousness that never leads him anywhere at all.
What he really needs, he thinks, is someone to tell him to shut up.
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Do you post on Teaspoon? I'm gathering together fics for my first rec week on
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I'm really glad you enjoyed the ficlet; I wasn't sure if it would work. I am sort-of working on a more standard fix-it as well, as (like most writers in the fandom) I feel the need to come up with a personal canon I can face without crying. Heh.
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Poor Donna really got a very raw deal.
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And yes, she did. It's not just the fact she was written out -- it's the way they destroyed all of her character development and general awesomeness with it. So. Unfair.