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A Servant to Time and Consequence
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for realmof_themuse: 1.58.2: 3 am Screeching

It's 3 a.m. and your nightly slumber was interrupted by a screeching sound. The noise is coming from your closet. What can it be? Scared as you are, you still decide to take a peek. Now what?


"Doctor!"

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear that?"

"M-hmm."

"What was it?"

"Screeching."

"Why are you whispering?"

"I'm by the closet?"

"So?"

"So, that's where the screeching came from."

"Oh! Oh, sorry. Uh, Oh."

"I think something's trapped in there."

"In the closet? At...what time is it?"

"Right now? The third cycle of your sleep?"

"So, what, around 3 am?"

"Just about?"

"So what do you think is in there?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm going to look."

"Do you think it could be dangerous?"

"You were whispering a moment ago, and I think I preferred that."

"Sorry."

"Sometimes small things can sneak onto the TARDIS, bury themselves somewhere...could be anything. A rat, a Corexian Psufa Plant. Anything."

"Doctor, it looks like..."

"Oh, no."

"It's a cat! A kitten, got it's paw stuck in a grate! Oh, it's adorable!"

"It's not adorable, it's a cat."

"Oh, Doctor, you can't say that. It looks like it could use some help."

"Martha, you help it, I'm not a cat person."

"You were making rather friendly with that nun back on New Earth."

"Are you attempting to imply something?"

"No. Is there something I should be attempting to imply?"

"Just...help the cat, would you?"

"Oh, all right. C'mere, you. It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Aww, it's all right."

"Are you baby talking to the cat?"

"Kitten. And yes, it's scared!"

"It should be. Should learn not to walk into strange blue boxes, no matter how curious they are."

"You're just as curious, you know."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Meoowwww."

"Look, Doctor, you've scared it."

"Whatever, look, we'll have to drop back by the 1940's, take it back to its proper time and place."

"Awww, but Doctor, look, it's so sweet. Can't we keep it?"

"No, we most certainly can not keep it. Keep a kitten! On the TARDIS? I don't like cats!"

"But I do! I'll take care of it."

"You're trying to make me domestic, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't dream of it. I just want a kitten."

"I don't do well with traveling kittens. Seen too many in my time. Strays and purchased kittens, companions turning into kittens, it's a whole situation I'd rather not even bring up."

"Companions turning into kittens?"

"I did say I didn't want to bring it up."

"Oh, all right. Can I name it, at least?"

"I'm sure it has a name, and a home, and an everything. Back in 1948."

"Maybe it doesn't, though. Maybe it's lonely and just wants some friends."

"Maybe you're attempting to guilt me into taking that cat, Martha, I won't do it."

"Fine."

"Indeed. We're here, by the way. Let the kitten walk outside."

"Do I have to?"

"What part of 'no cats' did you not understand?"

"Fine. Uh, Doctor...."

"No you can't keep the cat!"

"That's not what I was going to say."

"What were you going to say?"

"There are a bunch of soldiers outside the door with guns."

"With guns?"

"Bayonets."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"1748. Same difference."

"Told you we should've just kept the cat inside."

"I'll never doubt your wisdom again."


Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 556
Tags: awards: nominated fiction, community: realm of the muse, featuring: martha jones
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