It was too early for this.
I took off my glasses and set them on my desk, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The chair in which I should have been sitting, working on my latest novel, lay demolished in a pile of splinters on the floor, and the culprit stood beside me, looking sheepish.
“Eight,” I groaned, “is such destruction even possible?” The Doctor (one of a few incarnations who’d invited themselves in and occasionally popped in, necessitating that we number them and breaking the first law of time–fortunately with impunity, unless the effects on me prove detrimental to the universe at large,) scuffed his shoes along the floor, looking like a guilty child.
“Theoretically…” he began. I held up a hand.
“Don’t say it.” I sighed. It has only been two weeks, and already this incarnation of the Doctor had managed to break a picture frame, the ugly vase which no one knew where it came from and which was rumored to be cursed (curses are no match for a ditzy Time Lord), a watering can, the horrific statue that has been traumatizing the children ever since Bruck Chun painted that terrible clown face on it, and the fireplace that had once belonged to Madame du Pompadour, which should not have been in my mind palace but for some reason it was, and the resident Time Lords had not had a chance to explain why before one of them broke it.
To be fair about that last one, he had actually fallen into the fireplace, and there was a fire lit. I nearly had a heart attack.
And to be fair to him, I think he’s not really neglectful or careless, more he simply forgets that human things are not made to the standard the ones he tried to smash as a child were.
Just then, Bruck Chun came rushing in in a fury. “All right, own up. Who did it? Who broke my statue?” he demanded angrily, giving us both the Sith eyes. I would kick him out of the mind palace, except I can’t. He’s a recurring villain for one of my latest Star Wars stories.
Slowly, the Doctor raised his hand. “That would be me.” Bruck eyed him coldly.
“And who are you supposed to be?”
“I’m the Doctor.” Bruck shook his head.
“Can’t be. That’s the spiky-haired skinny guy.” I facepalmed. The Doctor grinned widely.
“That’s me in my personal future,” he explained cheerfully. Bruck just looked annoyed.
“Well, you broke the statue,” he growled and swung at the Doctor. It has been a long time since I’d seen someone so humiliated in under thirty seconds, and it ended with the Doctor, using that literally inhuman strength deliberately for once, hurling Bruck bodily out the door.
As we headed outside to play in the newly-fallen snow, he leaned over conspiratorially, “Do you think it’ll stick?” I shook my head.
“He’s an idiot.” The Doctor grinned mischievously.
“Might have to up my game. Next time he’ll expect the Force-opaque effect.” We shared a private giggle and spent the next hour throwing snowballs at each other and sledding down the hill on the backs of our coats.
You can’t villainate him, I’m using him. You’ll get Xanatos all confused.
Wait, what? No, this is for the AU that you love–the one where Obi-Wan was Sidious’ assassin until he escaped. Bruck is one of the Acolytes in the Clone Wars and doesn’t recognize Obi-Wan at first, and is insulted when Obi-Wan doesn’t remember him. The scary thing, though, is that Bruck is nowhere near Obi-Wan’s caliber… Bruck is just an angry child next to Obi-Wan.
On the other hand, if Obi-Wan was fighting someone like Dooku, Sidious, Windu, or Yoda, he’d probably be in serious trouble mainly because he’s only beginning with the fine skills and specialized Force abilities, but he’s already managed to pull his combat skills (hand-to-hand and saber-to-saber) together enough that he’s one of the finest pure duelists in history… (the problem there being that under Sidious’ tutelage, Sidious just wanted results, with the result that Obi-Wan’s actual form suffered. It was effective, but it was messy.)
Oh, right. Forget I said anything.
*naughty chuckles*
I love how Bruck’s getting confused over all the regenerations. XD
X-P It is rather confusing, and unlike anything he’s ever come across! 😛
XP the Doctor could use this to his advantage quite well…
Yup. 😛
Hey, Erin. Sorry it’s taken me a bit to get over here — had some college stuffs to get in order. You’re writing is still improving — great section! (Though I couldn’t follow some of it because I’ve only read this one episode. :P) You mentioned something about setting a time to chat on the wiki? Is there a time that works for you?
Thanks! 😀
Yeah, these things have very little context. 😛 They generally establish what context they need. Or don’t–because reasons. 😛 Extremely random, these things. It’s been a while since I had a chance to work on just my short stories, though I normally sneak in a little work on novels… Normally I write short stories right from beginning to end.
Yeah… Let’s see. I’m trying to think of my schedule for the next few days. Maybe Thursday this week, or Monday or Tuesday next week? This Thursday all day would work for me, but Monday it would have to be after 2:30 and Tuesday 3:30 (just to be safe; I have a lab that day, and while it doesn’t take up all of the time allotted normally, I don’t want to be shortchanged the one day I DO need two hours. 😛 And those are both central time.
Those work for me. Since I’m homeschooled, I can get done pretty quickly (or take a break if need be). Can we try Thursday first around 12:15 Eastern? I’m not sure what my schedule will look like for the rest of Thursday — I have an American Lit and Chemistry test. I could get done earlier or way later. 😛 My lunch break is pretty much my only guaranteed free time for Thursday.
12:15 Eastern time… that would be 11:15 here. Okay! 😀