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Fill: Challenge #25 (DW)
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shivverMartha didn’t often get much time alone these days. On the days when they weren’t exploring some new planet and inevitably running from the monsters that seem to pop up wherever the Doctor goes, the Doctor took it upon himself to help Martha with her medical studies, taking her to meet important historical physicians or view breakthroughs. Interestingly, they seemed to run into monsters and aliens at most of those events, too. That was a coincidence worth looking into.
Not today, however. With the Doctor off shopping for some spare parts for the friction contrafibulator, she opted to stay behind in the TARDIS and enjoy some blessed quiet. She shut the door of her room and locked it to keep the hyperactive alien out for at least as long as it took him to pull out his screwdriver, then, with a huge grin, leapt to her desk and slid into the chair.
Pulling a parcel from her pocket, she placed it on the desk and steadied herself, taking three deep, long breaths while her fingers continued to twitch over it in anticipation. She peeled back each layer of plain brown paper one by one, and sniffed the sweet aroma that wafted from each movement. Unwrapping the final leaf revealed an unremarkable square of tan pastry.
A nibble from the corner revealed that the temporal stasis field in the pantry worked remarkably well; the crust was as flaky and the custard as creamy as its sister obilinga’s crust and filling had been when she’d bought them on Erasival three months earlier. She’d hidden this one deep in the shelves, hoping the always-peckish Doctor wouldn’t find it and that she’d be able to enjoy it on a day like today.
She settled on her bed with her prize and savoured each bite, letting the cream glide over her tongue and dissolve away before she swallowed. Even after ten minutes of confectionary bliss, the final morsel hit her hard; she knew she’d never taste such perfection again. She licked the crumbs from her hands, then returned to her desk to discard the wrapping. As she crumpled it, she spotted a bit of white peeking from the layers. She pulled it out.
Check behind the anchovies. Enjoy your sweets, Martha Jones.
Not today, however. With the Doctor off shopping for some spare parts for the friction contrafibulator, she opted to stay behind in the TARDIS and enjoy some blessed quiet. She shut the door of her room and locked it to keep the hyperactive alien out for at least as long as it took him to pull out his screwdriver, then, with a huge grin, leapt to her desk and slid into the chair.
Pulling a parcel from her pocket, she placed it on the desk and steadied herself, taking three deep, long breaths while her fingers continued to twitch over it in anticipation. She peeled back each layer of plain brown paper one by one, and sniffed the sweet aroma that wafted from each movement. Unwrapping the final leaf revealed an unremarkable square of tan pastry.
A nibble from the corner revealed that the temporal stasis field in the pantry worked remarkably well; the crust was as flaky and the custard as creamy as its sister obilinga’s crust and filling had been when she’d bought them on Erasival three months earlier. She’d hidden this one deep in the shelves, hoping the always-peckish Doctor wouldn’t find it and that she’d be able to enjoy it on a day like today.
She settled on her bed with her prize and savoured each bite, letting the cream glide over her tongue and dissolve away before she swallowed. Even after ten minutes of confectionary bliss, the final morsel hit her hard; she knew she’d never taste such perfection again. She licked the crumbs from her hands, then returned to her desk to discard the wrapping. As she crumpled it, she spotted a bit of white peeking from the layers. She pulled it out.
Check behind the anchovies. Enjoy your sweets, Martha Jones.
