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netgirl_y2kBecause I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing more often, and because I was saying not so long ago that I actually do tend to know what happens after my fics, it just never gets written down because I don't so much finish stories as stop when I get bored or feel I've written a sufficient number of words. Anyway, I don't think I've done this one before: the timestamp meme
Give me one of my stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future (after the end of the story), or sometime in the past (before the story started), and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
fic masterlist or AO3, as you prefer.
Give me one of my stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future (after the end of the story), or sometime in the past (before the story started), and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
fic masterlist or AO3, as you prefer.
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Date: 2011-10-27 09:31 pm (UTC)*
Using some sixth sense available only to Time Lords, the Doctor knew that it was Christmas Day. This despite the fact that the three of them were half a galaxy away from Earth and it was, local time, the middle of July.
He and Donna rounded up Morgana, who had either been attempting to foment a small local revolution or trying to impress a pretty girl - and one day Donna was going to sit her down and have a chat about how the two things should really be easier to distinguish between - and they all trooped back to the TARDIS.
And landed on Sylvia Noble's begonias on, miracle of miracles, Christmas morning.
*
"You could have called and said you were coming," said Sylvia, "I don't know if I've made enough food."
"Mum, you always make enough to feed five hundred."
"And there's no presents."
"I don't need anything, and the Doctor and Morgana only need something shiny to look at."
Donna, Sylvia and Wilf paused waiting for an indignant response that never came; the Doctor and Morgana having found a family sized box of chocolate to investigate.
*
They watched the Queen's Speech. Well, it was tradition, and Wilf liked it.
The Doctor told scandalous stories about Queen Elizabeth, but as he kept getting which Liz he was talking about muddled up, no one was sure if he meant the current Queen Elizabeth.
Morgana, who as a rule was not a fan of monarchies, seemed broadly in favour of a ruling queen.
*
They let Morgana carve the turkey, because it was probably cruel to show her the carving knife and not let her use it.
Donna passed her sprouts to Wilf when Sylvia wasn't looking, just like she had when she was six. The Doctor spied her doing it, and started passing his sprouts to Wilf too.
*
Morgana had seen in three Christmases in the TARDIS and still didn't fully understand the tradition. Mostly they seemed to involve larger than usual alien invasions; her favourite had been the one where she'd got to cleave off a Dalek eyestalk with her sword.
Still, she pulled a cracker with Wilf cheerfully enough, and anyone trying to take the purple paper crown away from her was going to have a fight on their hands.
*
The Doctor and Morgana sat in front of the television, casting glances over their shoulders at Donna who was in the kitchen with her mother and grandfather.
"Nice, isn't it?" said the Doctor. "Family, I mean."
"Yes," agreed Morgana. "I mean, to visit, you couldn't do it every day."
"No, well, certainly not with your family, and certainly not if you still had that carving knife hidden up your sleeve."
"I was going to put it back before we went," said Morgana defensively.