TM Topic #168 - Party
Mar. 16th, 2007 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thecricketer"I cannot believe I am being thrown out of my own TARDIS!" the Doctor shouted as the doors closed behind him; he caught rather devious giggling before they shut. Sighing, he paced in front of the police box and reviewed what had led to this travesty.
His companions had insisted on a break, and he could hardly refuse - he had, after all, lost them for two years in late 15th century England. He had a sneaking feeling that the two of them would be holding that over him for quite some time.
So he had set the coordinates to the Eye of Orion. Peri and Erimem, to his chagrin, expected mishaps so had retired to their rooms.
He did land in the midst of several battles and minor revolutions before getting them there, and of course he had to sort them out. Luckily he was able to use his diplomatic skills and a few lock picking techniques, because they hadn't come out. He knew, at that point, they were planning something.
When the TARDIS finally landed amidst the rolling fields, he had been promptly shoved out of it.
"Think, Doctor," he muttered, clasping his hands behind his back. "What were they discussing when they requested this...vacation?" He couldn't think of it at first - fresher memories of frantic shouting and cold bars barred the way - but after a few moments he knew.
Age. Of course after two linear years they would be wondering how old they must be. He'd tried calculating with them, and somehow it had turned towards his age which was quite presumptuous, he thought, and then -
He froze as the doors slid open, rushing through them in an instant. His eyes widened considerable at the sight before him.
Peri and Erimem were standing behind the console with barely concealed smiles on their faces. Off to the side of them was a small table - light, easy enough to carry between the two of them - supporting several plates. Surrounding that was a crowd of colourful packages.
"We didn't know what kind of cake you would like, Doctor," Erimem began, "so we made crumpets, one for each century. That plate has your favourite teas on it, and over there is the platter of celery."
Peri beamed as she took over.
"Then when you stopped on that last planet - "
"You said it was a moon, didn't you, Doctor? Of - "
"Whatever. Anyway, we snuck out to go shopping after those guards led you off - oh, don't look like that, we knew you'd get out of it - and apparently they accept trivia as currency so we went a little crazy."
"I do hope you like them," Erimem interjected. "There were objects from all over the galaxy, so they said."
"Yeah, we found some pretty cool stuff. And we decorated the Cloister Room, there are some games in there that might be fun, and the pool isn't frozen anymore so maybe we could go for a swim..."
The Doctor had remained near the doors, caught in stunned silence After several moments of it, the blooming smiles of the girls wilted. It was Peri who spoke, eyes fixed on the Time rotor.
"We thought you might like a birthday party, I mean who knows how long it's been since the last time you had one." She began to speak faster, barely intelligible when she finished. "But I don't know, maybe Time Lords don't do that sort of thing and I guess going behind your back was kind of crappy and - "
"Peri," the Doctor said firmly, and she looked up at him with vulnerable defiance as he crossed over to them. Erimem remained quiet, eyes meeting his but giving nothing away.
He placed his hands on their shoulders, a faint smile bringing infinite warmth and gratitude to his eyes.
"Thank you," he said softly, and after a moment they beamed back up at him.
"Happy Birthday, Doctor."
His companions had insisted on a break, and he could hardly refuse - he had, after all, lost them for two years in late 15th century England. He had a sneaking feeling that the two of them would be holding that over him for quite some time.
So he had set the coordinates to the Eye of Orion. Peri and Erimem, to his chagrin, expected mishaps so had retired to their rooms.
He did land in the midst of several battles and minor revolutions before getting them there, and of course he had to sort them out. Luckily he was able to use his diplomatic skills and a few lock picking techniques, because they hadn't come out. He knew, at that point, they were planning something.
When the TARDIS finally landed amidst the rolling fields, he had been promptly shoved out of it.
"Think, Doctor," he muttered, clasping his hands behind his back. "What were they discussing when they requested this...vacation?" He couldn't think of it at first - fresher memories of frantic shouting and cold bars barred the way - but after a few moments he knew.
Age. Of course after two linear years they would be wondering how old they must be. He'd tried calculating with them, and somehow it had turned towards his age which was quite presumptuous, he thought, and then -
He froze as the doors slid open, rushing through them in an instant. His eyes widened considerable at the sight before him.
Peri and Erimem were standing behind the console with barely concealed smiles on their faces. Off to the side of them was a small table - light, easy enough to carry between the two of them - supporting several plates. Surrounding that was a crowd of colourful packages.
"We didn't know what kind of cake you would like, Doctor," Erimem began, "so we made crumpets, one for each century. That plate has your favourite teas on it, and over there is the platter of celery."
Peri beamed as she took over.
"Then when you stopped on that last planet - "
"You said it was a moon, didn't you, Doctor? Of - "
"Whatever. Anyway, we snuck out to go shopping after those guards led you off - oh, don't look like that, we knew you'd get out of it - and apparently they accept trivia as currency so we went a little crazy."
"I do hope you like them," Erimem interjected. "There were objects from all over the galaxy, so they said."
"Yeah, we found some pretty cool stuff. And we decorated the Cloister Room, there are some games in there that might be fun, and the pool isn't frozen anymore so maybe we could go for a swim..."
The Doctor had remained near the doors, caught in stunned silence After several moments of it, the blooming smiles of the girls wilted. It was Peri who spoke, eyes fixed on the Time rotor.
"We thought you might like a birthday party, I mean who knows how long it's been since the last time you had one." She began to speak faster, barely intelligible when she finished. "But I don't know, maybe Time Lords don't do that sort of thing and I guess going behind your back was kind of crappy and - "
"Peri," the Doctor said firmly, and she looked up at him with vulnerable defiance as he crossed over to them. Erimem remained quiet, eyes meeting his but giving nothing away.
He placed his hands on their shoulders, a faint smile bringing infinite warmth and gratitude to his eyes.
"Thank you," he said softly, and after a moment they beamed back up at him.
"Happy Birthday, Doctor."
