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Drabble: Teasing Time Lords
Title: Teasing Time Lords
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who/B:tVS
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Challenge: #17: Shakespeare
Word Count: 200
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“How about Shakespeare? Have you met him? Can we go see him?” Willow inquired with blatant curiosity and barely restrained glee.
The Doctor blushed and pulled at his ear. “Well, yes. I’ve met the man but really he’s not all that interesting--”
“He’s deflecting!” Xander crowed.
“And blushing. I smell a story,” Buffy sing-songed.
“Look, it was nothing. Went with Martha, met the man, heflirtedwithme, defeated some wi--ah some Carrionites and got chased by the Queen‘s guards. Boring, really. Should go meet…what about Brom Stoker?” He babbled at a speed that impressed Willow as he started to flip levers and mess with the console.
Buffy glared. “You want me to meet the man who wrote Dracula,” her tone was forbidding and one-hundred percent Slayer.
Willow pouted. “But-but Shakespeare.” She added in the woeful, watery eyes.
Xander smirked before laughter shook his frame and he collapsed on the metal grilling that made up the TARDIS interior. “Shakespeare hit on you!” he howled as he pointed.
The girls tried not to but they soon joined him with their own peals of delighted giggles.
The Doctor sighed, feigning annoyance, but regarded the trio fondly as their mirth filled the silent room with joy.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who/B:tVS
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Challenge: #17: Shakespeare
Word Count: 200
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“How about Shakespeare? Have you met him? Can we go see him?” Willow inquired with blatant curiosity and barely restrained glee.
The Doctor blushed and pulled at his ear. “Well, yes. I’ve met the man but really he’s not all that interesting--”
“He’s deflecting!” Xander crowed.
“And blushing. I smell a story,” Buffy sing-songed.
“Look, it was nothing. Went with Martha, met the man, heflirtedwithme, defeated some wi--ah some Carrionites and got chased by the Queen‘s guards. Boring, really. Should go meet…what about Brom Stoker?” He babbled at a speed that impressed Willow as he started to flip levers and mess with the console.
Buffy glared. “You want me to meet the man who wrote Dracula,” her tone was forbidding and one-hundred percent Slayer.
Willow pouted. “But-but Shakespeare.” She added in the woeful, watery eyes.
Xander smirked before laughter shook his frame and he collapsed on the metal grilling that made up the TARDIS interior. “Shakespeare hit on you!” he howled as he pointed.
The girls tried not to but they soon joined him with their own peals of delighted giggles.
The Doctor sighed, feigning annoyance, but regarded the trio fondly as their mirth filled the silent room with joy.