Fic: TDTO: Life is Like...

[john_amend_all]

Title: Then Do That Over: Life is Like...
Author: john_elliott
Characters: Second Doctor, Jamie
Rating: All ages
Word count: ~640
Disclaimer: "Doctor Who" characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: Valentine's Day at H. G. Wells High School.
Author's notes: This being a high school AU setting, the convention is to give Time Lord characters mundane names. So Two becomes 'Patrick Doctor' and the War Chief becomes 'Edward Master'.

H. G. Wells High School was created by scarfman.

When Patrick Doctor arrived at school, Jamie was the only person in the locker room. He was leaning against a row of lockers, trying not to look too pleased with himself, and not succeeding.

"You look as if you're enjoying yourself," Patrick said. "Would this be anything to do with Valentine's Day?"

Jamie's grin broadened slightly. "Maybe."

"I take it you got a good crop of cards, then?"

"Aye, one or two." Jamie produced a collection of envelopes. "This one's from Kirsty, and this one's from Zoë. And this—"

"My word, Jamie, that's a big one."

"Aye, it's from Samantha. And there's a lot written inside it, too, only I didnae ken what half the words meant."

"Can I see it?"

"Of course." Jamie passed the card over. Patrick tutted slightly at the nature of the cartoon on the front, then opened it. His eyebrows shot upwards.

"Well, well. What a saucy young lady."

"So what does she mean by this bit?"

"I think you're better off not knowing, Jamie. Did you get any others?"

"Aye, this one's from Victoria, but I couldnae make out what it said either."

"Victoria?" Patrick reached for the card with alarm. "I hope Samantha hasn't been a bad influence on her..." He opened the card, and was relieved to find that Jamie's complaint merely related to the copperplate handwriting. Victoria, it seemed, had graced her card with a few stanzas copied from a volume of traditional romantic songs.

"And there's one from Fiona," Jamie said. "Ye ken, that lass we met last year at the football tournament?"

Patrick looked up from the elegantly-written poem, distracted from growing misgivings about just how innocuous the quaint old ballad might really be.

"Oh, yes," he said. "I thought she was rather smitten. Is that the lot?"

"Aye, that's it."

"Nothing from Gwendoline, then?"

"I reckon she's still not talking to me after that business wi' yon rubber spider."

"Ah, yes. That."

"Och, it was worth it. Did ye hear her scream?"

"I think everyone in the building did." Patrick produced a couple of envelopes. "These are mine. From Madeleine, and from Gemma."

"Oh, aye." Jamie glanced briefly at the cards. "Well, we'd better put these away, hadn't we?"

He opened his locker, carefully placed his collection of cards within, and closed it again. Turning back to face Patrick, he was surprised to see that his friend had a puzzled expression on his face and a parcel in his hands.

"Where did that come from?" he asked.

"I found it in my locker." Patrick examined the label. "It's addressed to me."

"Aye?"

"Looks like Edward Master's writing."

"He's a strange one," Jamie said. "He should be giving cards to lassies, not presents to you. What's in it?"

Patrick cautiously removed the wrapping paper.

"It looks like a box of chocolates." He took a step back as Jamie eagerly reached for the box. "Be careful, Jamie."

"Och, come on. If he's giving you chocolates he canna be all bad."

"I wonder." Patrick set the box down on a bench. "Have you ever heard the saying that life is like a box of chocolates?" He cautiously lifted the lid. "You never know—"

He broke off abruptly. With a panicked cry of "Jamie, it's ticking!" he rugby-tackled the young Scot to the floor. They hit the ground at the same moment that the box exploded; scorched fragments of paper, card and plastic rained down around them.

"What was that ye were going tae say?" Jamie asked, apparently unperturbed by the blast. "About life being like a box of chocolates?"

"Well, it's no good me saying it now. I mean, you couldn't say 'Life is like a box of chocolates. It explodes when you least expect it,' now, could you?"

Jamie thought about this.

"Seems to describe our lives pretty well," he said.

Comments

[jjpor.livejournal.com]

Heheh - very nice, and the worst part is he probably meant it as some sort of romantic gesture too... :)

[primsong.livejournal.com]

That describes their lives to a tee! Haha!

Loved Victoria's copperplate scripted ballad as well X-D