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john_amend_all) wrote2015-05-08 07:07 pm
john_amend_all) wrote2015-05-08 07:07 pm
Pairing-and-prompt meme II
Memed from thisbluespirit:
thisbluespirit:
Give me a number and a pairing & I'll write a drabble or ficlet!
- glad you came
- team
- don't lie
- i'm coming home
- story of my life
- falling down
- clarity
- counting stars
- wake me up
- safe and sound
- lose yourself
- in the sun
- the monster
- burn
- sweet nothing
- i'm with you
- we believe
- thanks for the memories
- anything could happen
- little talks
- the pretender
- by the way
- sanctuary
- paradise
- where is my mind
no subject
3. Eight/Charley
24. Adam Adamant/Georgina Jones
Eight / Charley, don't lie, 664 words
The rain had not eased; if anything, it had got heavier. The footpath round the edge of the field remained as rough as ever, but now its surface was becoming slick and treacherous as well. Nonetheless, the Doctor, with Charley's arm still grasped firmly in his own, set out along it for the fourth time.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her.
Charley yawned hugely. "Still wet. Still sleepy. Want to go to bed."
"No, that won't do. You've got to keep going." He looked down at the purple stain on her arm, clearly visible through the sodden fabric of her light summer blouse. "That poison isn't out of your system yet." He caught her as she slipped and nearly fell. "Why did you have to go exploring in the medicine garden anyway?"
It wasn't the first time he had asked the question. But even in her weakened, feverish state, she had always evaded it.
"I was bored," Charley said.
The Doctor waited to see if she had any more to say. When she didn't, he turned towards her, hoping she hadn't fallen asleep on her feet again. To his relief her eyes were open, though the pupils were still dilated.
"Just that?" he said. "Just bored?"
Charley didn't answer. "Where are we going?" she asked. "'M sure I've seen that tree before."
"You've got to stay on your feet," the Doctor urged her. "Keep moving. You mustn't lie down." He shivered as a trickle of rain ran down his neck.
"How long do I have to do this?" Charley asked, her voice sounding a little stronger.
"Until I'm sure you're safe."
"We'll be here all night—" Charley broke off as she lost her footing on the slippery, uneven path. Had the Doctor not caught hold of her, she would have ended up flat on her back; instead, she found herself held firmly in his arms.
"My shoe's come off," she said, looking up at him.
"I'll give you a hand, Cinderella." Instead of bending down to retrieve her shoe, though, he remained standing and pushed her wet hair back from her forehead. Her temperature was still high, but perhaps a little less than it had been.
Charley rested her burning face against his waistcoat. "You're soaking wet," she said, as if realising it for the first time.
"Yes, I'd noticed."
"So am I." Charley giggled. "We should get out of these wet things."
The Doctor caught her hand as she began to fumble with his waistcoat buttons. "I intend to. But not in a muddy field in a rainstorm."
Charley yawned again. "Can't wait."
Keeping her supported with one arm, the Doctor bent down, retrieved her lost shoe, and pushed it onto her foot.
"Come on," he said. "Got to keep moving."
He set out briskly, half-dragging Charley with him.
"I got a cuddle, at least," Charley said, sounding as if she was talking more to herself than him. "Maybe that potion did work, after all."
"What potion?" The Doctor didn't slacken his pace, but he gave her a sharp look. "Were you trying to make... was that what you were doing in the medicine garden?"
Charley didn't immediately answer. When she next spoke, it was only to say "I can't remember."
The Doctor sighed with relief. "That's good."
"What, it's good that I can't remember?"
"No." The Doctor beamed at her. "It's good that you feel well enough to try and lie to me."
Charley kicked at a puddle, sending up a spray of muddy water. "Does that mean we can stop doing this now?"
"Oh, I think another couple of laps, just to make sure."
"I suppose we can't get any wetter." Charley fell silent for a few paces. "When you said 'make sure', did you mean 'make sure I'm all right' or 'make sure I don't do anything so foolish again'?"
The Doctor smiled fondly down at her. "You'll have to make your own mind up about that," he said.
Re: Eight / Charley, don't lie, 664 words
Re: Eight / Charley, don't lie, 664 words
Adam / Georgie, paradise, 696 words
Adam brought the Mini to a halt, and turned to his passenger.
"I propose that you come no further, Miss Jones," he said, though he clearly had little hope that she might take his advice. "Or you will be unable to avoid seeing the most distressing sights."
"What, people without their clothes on?" Georgie had leaned back in her seat, grinning. "I don't think that's distressing. Just funny."
Adam didn't directly answer her. Instead, he looked down at the naturist colony, a lavish pleasure garden spread out below them.
"What do you see, when you look at that?" he'd said. "'Camp Eden.' A very paradise on Earth?"
"I can see a load of people having a great time," Georgie said. "What are you getting at?"
"I see a panopticon," Adam replied gravely. "That garden has been laid out so that every square inch can be watched from Colegrove Hall. And its inhabitants have voluntarily surrendered all their personal property — down to the clothes on their backs."
"You're making it sound like a prison camp!"
"Precisely. Moreover, without uniforms, there would be no way to distinguish fellow inmates from jailers. Any remark could be overheard. If we need to converse freely once we are within the camp, we shall have to take special measures."
"What sort of measures?" Georgie asked.
"That depends on what I find. Miss Jones, I urge you, once again..."
Georgie shook her head firmly. "I'm coming with you. You can kick me out of the car but I'll walk the rest of the way."
"I feared as much. Please believe that I am only trying to protect you."
"I'm not the one who gets upset by people walking about naked." Georgie put her hands behind her head. "I bet that place is full of pretty girls. What on earth will you do?"
"I shall have to place my faith in iron self-control," Adam said, sounding like a knight preparing to defend a castle against overwhelming odds.
Visitors to Camp Eden slept in individual chalets, ranged around the edges of its carefully-planned garden. The night was hot and humid, the bed not particularly comfortable, and Georgie found sleep a distant prospect.
"Georgina, dearest heart," a low voice said.
The hairs on Georgie's neck stood on end. She'd recognised the speaker as Adam, but she hadn't ever known him to speak like that. Particularly not to her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, jumping to her feet.
He stepped out of the shadows, a dim silhouette in the blackness.
"I would have thought my purpose was clear, fairest nymph," he murmured, drawing her close to him. Georgie couldn't smell any trace of alcohol on his breath. Had he been drugged? Or somehow mind-controlled?
His hand ran down her spine, and suddenly formed the outline of a letter. Then another, and another.
CABIN BUGGED. PLAY ALONG.
Realisation and relief flooded over Georgie in equal measure. He hadn't come here to seduce her. It was just a pretence so they could talk — well, communicate — without being overheard.
The problem was, she realised, as Adam's other hand teased at a lock of her hair, that she was finding even a pretend seduction from him far more thrilling than a genuine seduction from anyone else she'd known.
His hand moved again. TOMORROW PM. GO TO FOUNTAIN...
Georgie struggled to concentrate on the words he was writing, and not on the sensation of his hands on her bare skin, the warmth of his body against hers. She moaned softly, telling herself that she was only playing her part, but her body seemed to have its own, more genuine ideas.
He had finished writing his message, Georgie realised, and seemed to be awaiting a reply. She ran one hand down his neck, and formed the words GOT IT on his chest. What she ought to do now was draw away, but she knew she couldn't. Or wouldn't. She'd laughed at Adam's talk of 'iron self-control', but she hadn't realised that her own might be put to the test. And fail so completely and gloriously.
"This really is Eden," she murmured, melting into his arms. "Oh, Adam..."
Re: Adam / Georgie, paradise, 696 words
Re: Adam / Georgie, paradise, 696 words
Re: Adam / Georgie, paradise, 696 words
Re: Adam / Georgie, paradise, 696 words