anonymous asked:
22 with The Doctor and Zee? plz 🙂 Sorry I can’t spell her name to save my life.
If you’re referring to the Inktober gt prompt list, I’m planning on doing most, hopefully all of those a day at a time during the month of October. But when skimming the list, I had an idea for that particular day that involved people other than Doc and Zepheera, so since you asked so nicely…
22. Cramped
(went with the Tenth Doctor since that’s my go to)
“No way!”
“C’mon!” the Doctor hissed
desperately, glancing over his shoulder. They were coming, and he doubted
they’d be particularly friendly or mindful of his small companion. He needed to
get her out of sight, and she picked now of all times to be stubborn!
“It won’t be for long, I promise.”
Zepheera remained firm and shook her head in
protest, the shallow rise and fall of her chest beneath her tightly crossed
arms the only thing visibly belying her stress. “I’m not going in a
pocket!” she snipped back. “I can’t do anything in there, all
dark and cramped and–!”
“It’s not gonna–!” The Doctor’s
hushed rebuttal was cut short by the chorus of footsteps approaching. He looked
pleadingly at Zepheera. “Sorry. No time for arguing.”
With that he moved the hand holding Zepheera,
fingers curling protectively as she lost balance and fell in a heap in his
palm, and the next thing Zepheera knew she was falling.
Falling had been unexpected. Zepheera actually had
time to yelp before she hit the bottom.
She gave a dazed moan as she maneuvered herself
to lie on her back to take stock of her surroundings. Fabric rose up like
massive walls on either side of her, and there was definitely a seam under her
back. All the makings of a pocket, except this one stretched out much further
than any Zepheera could imagine.
A small sliver of light overhead was the only
indicator of how deep she was compared to her expectations. The opening of the
pocket was still a standard size, and given the distance between it and
Zepheera, it seemed even smaller. She glared at it as she pushed herself up to
sit and, gripping the fabric for stability, pulled herself to her feet. If she
concentrated, she could see the opening moving, and she counted herself lucky
that whatever was going on up there, she wasn’t feeling the full effect of the
Doctor’s movements.
Certainly didn’t stop her from being thoroughly
miffed about the whole situation.
“At least it isn’t cramped,”
Zepheera grumbled as she started to climb her way back up.
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