Bowman’s eyes widened and he actually took his eyes off the creature to twist around and look the Doctor in the face. “You’re not serious,” he blurted, almost demanded to be true. But there wasn’t a sign of a joke in the Doctor’s expression, and Bowman threw him a look that said if things weren’t so dire, he’d be bopping him right on the forehead that second.
“Come along, Bowman,” he called. After a moment, he turned to look at the sprite with a lifted left eyebrow as he walked. “Actually, do you have a last name? Or is it just Bowman the Sprite?”
“My family line is Leafwing,” he replied. He allowed some pride to leak into his tone as he drifted around a low-hanging branch.
“Look, I don’t see any other option–” the Doctor cut himself short when he caught sight of Bowman approaching. He waved him over with a huge grin. “Ah, Bowman! Perfect timing! I need to ask you for a favor.”
“No, you don’t!” Zepheera emphasized.
“Yes, I do!” the Doctor shot back, keeping his upbeat smile where it was.
“Bowman, pull up!” he called, cupping a hand around his mouth with his right hand to save Zepheera from the worst of the shout. “Lose ‘er in the canopy and meet us outside the TARDIS!” With that, the Doctor hurried back the way they’d come.
“We can’t leave him alone with her!” Zepheera protested even as she flattened herself to the Doctor’s shoulder for stability.
“Oh, he’ll be fine! He’s got the fastest wings in Wellwood, remember?”
“That’s why we keep traveling,” Zepheera remarked, running her fingers along the silky up-curve of the bell. “Watch history unfold right before us, see all kinds of things you’d never get to see back home…”
John would make the best of the hand he’s dealt. His size wouldn’t stop him
from learning how to help others his size, becoming as close to a doctor as he
can manage to be without training, and generally being a little badass. And he certainly wouldn’t take kindly to any giants who mess with those he loves.
Maybe I’m biased because of The Hobbit,
but I imagine borrower John wielding a sharpened half-scissor broken off of a
Seriously though, this was a really sweet message to get. Hugs all around!
When Stan started out, he was never meant to be much of a well-rounded character. But as he and Dean bounced off each other, he just…became. Then later on I added in details for Sherlock to notice from him, and I discovered so much about him. Including the fact that he happened to be engaged to a man, and owned a German Shepherd. Honestly, he wasn’t exactly predetermined to be any kind of role model or example of representation, but I can’t agree more that representation is needed.
Being gay certainly isn’t the basis of Stan’s character, but it’s not going to be ignored either.
I’m glad anything we do makes anyone feel better about themselves. You go, boo. Hope you enjoy what he have planned for my fiery bean and the Brothers Consulted crew!
Borrowed Time and Space 