Fill: Challenge #24 (DW)

[shivver]

Almost forgot to post. It's... well, it's been a day.



The moment Anthony fell limp in his chains, the Doctor leapt over the fence, pulling out the sonic to unlock the manacles on first his ankles then his wrists. As soon as the iron bands around his chest clicked open, the Doctor caught the falling body and laid him out on the stone floor.

“Should’ve left him,” growled Phillips from the doorway, his hand tightening around the grip of his hunting knife. “No idea what he might do when he wakes back up.”

“The pansrid’s gone,” the Doctor replied as he inspected Anthony’s wounds. “Nothing controlling him anymore. This is the Anthony you’ve always known, and I’m not leaving him locked up for anything.”

Challenge #25

[shivver]

Write two paragraphs describing a character of your choice taking some time for himself or herself. Maybe they’re doing a hobby, or reading a book in the sun, or sunning by the pool. They could be taking a nap. They could be watching TV. They could be shooting hoops or be out skiing. What you write should have no dialogue and no direct thoughts, and whatever it is they do should be in character.

Fill-Challenge 24 (DW/BF)

[romanajo123]

 (Sorry but we're getting more little ! 8 fic- at least the ending I currently have in mind. It's just where my head is right now :))

Charley stood back while the robed creatures encircled the toddler Doctor.  She held her breath as they chanted over him,this time their language almost having a musical lilt to it. As they chanted, a kind of glow seemed to fall upon the Doctor.

"Did it work?" Charley asked, rather worried.
"Why don't you look for yourself, Miss Pollard?" asked a familiar voice.

Charley almost wept in joy as the now un-regressed Doctor, wearing a bigger version of the deep blue onesie , emerged from the circle.

"Doctor you're back!" cried Charley, running over to put an arm around her friend.

"Yes!" the Doctor exclaimed "I cannot tell you how it feels to be...well, the exact age isn't important but, Charley?"

"Yes?" she asked. He definitely sounded like his normal self.

"Was I a handful?" he asked playfully.

"Handful isn't quite the word I would use," she replied "Now I know how all our governesses must have felt with Peg and Cissy and I."

He laughed a little, befoe adding. "Well come on then, Charley. To the TARDIS? I could do with a cup of tea right now."

(Notes-Story still isn't complete, or formally written anywhere. But a few tiny details are mentioned here. The TARDIS created a deep blue (TARDIS color) onesie to fit him. And the tea bit is because Charley wouldn't let him have any due to fear it's too hot for a toddler)