Fill: Challenge #20
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tenminutesadayDonna took a moment to catch her breath, winded as she was from chasing after the bandits’ wagon for the past two miles. When she finally stopped panting enough to see think clearly, she peered out from her hiding place at the treeline into the clearing. Two of them, armed with long knives sheathed on their legs, stood guard by the door of a small windowless hut while the other three readied their camp. They hadn’t yet enough time to start a fire to ward off the rapidly approaching twilight.
Donna frowned. With their helmets off, she could now see that they were all very young; she wondered, had this been at home, if they’d even qualify to leave school. For what reason were they assaulting and kidnapping travellers?
The Doctor’s location was obvious. From his sometimes off-key whistling and the clinking of metal issuing from the hut, punctuated by occasional delighted observations of the indigenous insect life, Donna could picture him strolling about, his ankles and wrists in chains, inspecting every fascinating detail. That man could find beauty in the direst situation.
She retreated into the shadows and picked her way through the trees to the other side of the clearing. She looked out and smiled. Her target was readily apparent, and the soft grass should muffle the sounds of her movement, especially with the racket the Doctor was making. She pulled the sonic screwdriver from her pocket and stepped out of the trees.
The moment she touched the solid rock wall of the hut, she bent and slipped the sonic through the single hole located at knee-height, made apparent by the torchlight shining from it. The device was pulled from her grasp and as it began to trill, the whistling shifted: rather than “Baby Come Round”, the tune was now “Stop”. Donna nodded and froze. As the front door of the hut banged open and the Doctor ordered the boys to stand down so that he could get to the meat of their problem, she laughed silently at the thought that the great universe-travelling Time Lord seemed to know more about the Spice Girls than she herself did.
Donna frowned. With their helmets off, she could now see that they were all very young; she wondered, had this been at home, if they’d even qualify to leave school. For what reason were they assaulting and kidnapping travellers?
The Doctor’s location was obvious. From his sometimes off-key whistling and the clinking of metal issuing from the hut, punctuated by occasional delighted observations of the indigenous insect life, Donna could picture him strolling about, his ankles and wrists in chains, inspecting every fascinating detail. That man could find beauty in the direst situation.
She retreated into the shadows and picked her way through the trees to the other side of the clearing. She looked out and smiled. Her target was readily apparent, and the soft grass should muffle the sounds of her movement, especially with the racket the Doctor was making. She pulled the sonic screwdriver from her pocket and stepped out of the trees.
The moment she touched the solid rock wall of the hut, she bent and slipped the sonic through the single hole located at knee-height, made apparent by the torchlight shining from it. The device was pulled from her grasp and as it began to trill, the whistling shifted: rather than “Baby Come Round”, the tune was now “Stop”. Donna nodded and froze. As the front door of the hut banged open and the Doctor ordered the boys to stand down so that he could get to the meat of their problem, she laughed silently at the thought that the great universe-travelling Time Lord seemed to know more about the Spice Girls than she herself did.
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Date: 2022-02-23 11:59 pm (UTC)It feels like Donna, and of course the Doctor who quotes Lion King knows Earth pop music from the same decade!
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Date: 2022-02-24 10:17 pm (UTC)I need to keep this in mind - this was a really good idea for spicing up an adventure, you know? Making communication an issue and having the Doctor figure out a clever way of telling the companion what to do makes it more fun.
(I also had to go look up Spice Girls songs. I'm not sure I know a single one.)