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jcd1013It's been a long, long, time since I put pen to paper and pulled anything creative out of my brain.
After last night's Dr. Who, Ali (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
watcher_junior) demanded "Gah. Someone rec or write some Rose/Ten fluff. Now. Please?!"
Well. I'm a slow writer, so I couldn't comply with the "now". And I wasn't doing so well with the fluff part either; trying to rewrite certain scenes at the end of Gridlock turned into a big angsty blowup between the Doctor and the TARDIS... And of course, in the process of trying to do a bit of research on it, I discovered that already, somebody had written out the little idea that I had and did a much better job, well, that completely killed my little story. It was a crappy anyway, painfully stilted with too much "telling." Nearly a thousand words, though, miscarried. That hurts.
Instead, I'm posting a drabble, that would have served for the introduction (albeit in a lengthier form). I hope you like it, Ali!
Title: Astronomy Lessons
The quiet moments in between adventures she loved most. Once, they sat on the TARDIS’s floor with a picnic lunch of sandwiches (egg on rye, a favorite for this regeneration), observing the eddy of gases and dust coalesce into the Pleiades star cluster, giggling about how seeing the formation of her zodiac sign would affect her future (“if I read in the daily how I’m in tune with the stars, I’m staying in bed!”). She leaned against him, head on his shoulder, as he explained rudimentary astronomy about nebulas, supernovas and giant stars, and time swirled and lost all meaning.
After last night's Dr. Who, Ali (
watcher_junior) demanded "Gah. Someone rec or write some Rose/Ten fluff. Now. Please?!"Well. I'm a slow writer, so I couldn't comply with the "now". And I wasn't doing so well with the fluff part either; trying to rewrite certain scenes at the end of Gridlock turned into a big angsty blowup between the Doctor and the TARDIS... And of course, in the process of trying to do a bit of research on it, I discovered that already, somebody had written out the little idea that I had and did a much better job, well, that completely killed my little story. It was a crappy anyway, painfully stilted with too much "telling." Nearly a thousand words, though, miscarried. That hurts.
Instead, I'm posting a drabble, that would have served for the introduction (albeit in a lengthier form). I hope you like it, Ali!
Title: Astronomy Lessons
The quiet moments in between adventures she loved most. Once, they sat on the TARDIS’s floor with a picnic lunch of sandwiches (egg on rye, a favorite for this regeneration), observing the eddy of gases and dust coalesce into the Pleiades star cluster, giggling about how seeing the formation of her zodiac sign would affect her future (“if I read in the daily how I’m in tune with the stars, I’m staying in bed!”). She leaned against him, head on his shoulder, as he explained rudimentary astronomy about nebulas, supernovas and giant stars, and time swirled and lost all meaning.
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