Marry The Girl
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charameiTitle: Marry the Girl
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, probably
Characters: Four, Romana II
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice. Inspired by, and the final lines taken from, the Adopt A Romantic Line thread on the NaNoWriMo boards.
Author's Note: Stage One: Start writing fairly large chaptered Whofic. Stage Two: NaNoWriMo begins. Who characters consigned to closet with inner editor. Stage Three: All ten Doctors escape using combination of wits, guile and jelly babies, mob brain, demand attention. Stage Four: Agree to write oneshots where appropriate if they will only shut up for a month.
Summary There's a lovely man offering the Doctor and Romana a lifetime of peace and telepathic harmony. Unfortunately, they just can't agree on the small details.
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In theory, the Doctor was all for any sort of alien custom, as long as it did not involve rape, murder, pillage, slavery or irrevocably altering the nature of space-time. After all, people had a right to their own way of living, however quaint, outlandish, whimsical or primitive. However, he did not see that this necessarily meant that he had to follow the local customs.
Romana was not helping, and he was quite sure that K-9 was sniggering when it thought nobody could hear it.
The local matchmaker had struck him immediately as a lovely man; he was calm, polite, yet still quite able to make his point known in a particularly forceful manner. The Doctor approved of the combination; in fact, he had made a mental note of it on the off-chance that he managed to control his regeneration next time around. He had therefore been reasonably surprised when the lovely man informed him that he must marry Romana, not on the basis of prudishness or because it was that day of the year when everyone got married, but because their minds were in harmony.
Their minds were in close harmony, it was true, but this was hardly going to be a permanent state of affairs, was it? And he did wish Romana would stop smiling. He couldn't imagine why she should be; after all, it was a ludicrous notion. Time Lords didn't get married, except when they did, and then it was entirely different.
"You must understand," the lovely man said patiently, "that this is not an attempt to infringe upon your lives. It is a celebration of the remarkable closeness which you have already achieved, nothing more. It is an ancient custom."
"Yes, well," the Doctor said, "the planet Gaharad has an ancient custom of choosing leaders on the basis of who can grow the largest mushroom, but I would hardly recommend that every visitor to their planet adopts the idea, would you?"
"Oh, I don't know, Doctor," Romana said, a glint in her eye. "The universe would be a much more peaceful place if every dispute was solved by fungiculture."
"Would you excuse us?" the Doctor asked the lovely man, who nodded. He took Romana's arm and tugged her away a little. "You're not helping, you know."
"Oh, really," Romana sighed. "Does it matter? It's only a primitive custom; it doesn't mean anything. I think it's quite sweet, really."
"Doesn't mean anything? Doesn't mean – look, just because it's not a conventional wedding by our standards doesn't make it any less of one, you know!"
"Oh, I see. So you just don't want to marry me, then."
"Yes, exactly." Thank goodness she had at last seen the light.
Romana was silent for a moment, then said, perhaps a little too calmly, "Well, then."
They turned back to the lovely man, who was waiting patiently, a smile on his face. Romana beamed back at him. "Today is the twenty-first, isn't it? How about the twenty-fifth?"
"Oh, no," the Doctor said. "No, no. Not the twenty-fifth. Let's make it the twenty-eighth."
She sighed. "This will never work."
"She's absolutely right," he told the lovely man, and took her hand, preparing to make a dash for the TARDIS if the need arose. "Far too many obstacles. Good day."
"It's a shame," Romana mused as they walked away. "He was such a lovely man."
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Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, probably
Characters: Four, Romana II
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice. Inspired by, and the final lines taken from, the Adopt A Romantic Line thread on the NaNoWriMo boards.
Author's Note: Stage One: Start writing fairly large chaptered Whofic. Stage Two: NaNoWriMo begins. Who characters consigned to closet with inner editor. Stage Three: All ten Doctors escape using combination of wits, guile and jelly babies, mob brain, demand attention. Stage Four: Agree to write oneshots where appropriate if they will only shut up for a month.
Summary There's a lovely man offering the Doctor and Romana a lifetime of peace and telepathic harmony. Unfortunately, they just can't agree on the small details.
In theory, the Doctor was all for any sort of alien custom, as long as it did not involve rape, murder, pillage, slavery or irrevocably altering the nature of space-time. After all, people had a right to their own way of living, however quaint, outlandish, whimsical or primitive. However, he did not see that this necessarily meant that he had to follow the local customs.
Romana was not helping, and he was quite sure that K-9 was sniggering when it thought nobody could hear it.
The local matchmaker had struck him immediately as a lovely man; he was calm, polite, yet still quite able to make his point known in a particularly forceful manner. The Doctor approved of the combination; in fact, he had made a mental note of it on the off-chance that he managed to control his regeneration next time around. He had therefore been reasonably surprised when the lovely man informed him that he must marry Romana, not on the basis of prudishness or because it was that day of the year when everyone got married, but because their minds were in harmony.
Their minds were in close harmony, it was true, but this was hardly going to be a permanent state of affairs, was it? And he did wish Romana would stop smiling. He couldn't imagine why she should be; after all, it was a ludicrous notion. Time Lords didn't get married, except when they did, and then it was entirely different.
"You must understand," the lovely man said patiently, "that this is not an attempt to infringe upon your lives. It is a celebration of the remarkable closeness which you have already achieved, nothing more. It is an ancient custom."
"Yes, well," the Doctor said, "the planet Gaharad has an ancient custom of choosing leaders on the basis of who can grow the largest mushroom, but I would hardly recommend that every visitor to their planet adopts the idea, would you?"
"Oh, I don't know, Doctor," Romana said, a glint in her eye. "The universe would be a much more peaceful place if every dispute was solved by fungiculture."
"Would you excuse us?" the Doctor asked the lovely man, who nodded. He took Romana's arm and tugged her away a little. "You're not helping, you know."
"Oh, really," Romana sighed. "Does it matter? It's only a primitive custom; it doesn't mean anything. I think it's quite sweet, really."
"Doesn't mean anything? Doesn't mean – look, just because it's not a conventional wedding by our standards doesn't make it any less of one, you know!"
"Oh, I see. So you just don't want to marry me, then."
"Yes, exactly." Thank goodness she had at last seen the light.
Romana was silent for a moment, then said, perhaps a little too calmly, "Well, then."
They turned back to the lovely man, who was waiting patiently, a smile on his face. Romana beamed back at him. "Today is the twenty-first, isn't it? How about the twenty-fifth?"
"Oh, no," the Doctor said. "No, no. Not the twenty-fifth. Let's make it the twenty-eighth."
She sighed. "This will never work."
"She's absolutely right," he told the lovely man, and took her hand, preparing to make a dash for the TARDIS if the need arose. "Far too many obstacles. Good day."
"It's a shame," Romana mused as they walked away. "He was such a lovely man."
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