Tag: the borrowers crossover

April Fools!

1. Pranks – Zepheera is bored. Shenanigans ensue.

Slowly working my way through these. Let’s see if I actually finish the list this time

Btas: Non-Canon

“Lose something?”

The Doctor paused in his frantic search around the console room, lifting his chin to find the source of the tiny owner of the tiny voice.

“You didn’t,” he growled as he squinted toward the shadowy tops of the coral supports surrounding the room.

A small shadow shifted overhead. “Who, me?”

“Zepheera. Where. Is. My. Sonic?”

As a little figure swung out under a branch of coral on a thin line, the Doctor turned to square off with it, crossing his arms and tapping his toe. The woman who lowered herself unto the dim blue-green light tossed her short brown bob oh so innocently.

“I’ve absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” With her line attached to her belt, she allowed one hand to reach into her vest pocket and pulled out an absolutely miniscule device. She pressed the button and the tip lit up blue.

The Doctor’s eyes widened. “You SHRANK IT?!”

Zepheera smirked, letting herself hang upside down from her harness, waving the sonic and letting the light glint off the gold ring on her upper arm. The culprit for the shrinkage of the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver. “Sure did!”

“Well, un-shrink it!” the Doctor demanded, holding his hands out under the dangling borrower and his miniaturized tool. It distressed him to no end to see it no bigger than a grain of rice. “Why would you even take it, anyway??”

“Because,” Zepheera shrugged. She then let the sonic slip through her fingers, and quickly reached out the arm with the ring to point at it.

“April Fools!” she cried, flipping herself upright the second before the sonic landed safely in the Doctor’s hand, its proper size once again.

After a tender moment of holding his sonic close to his chest, the Doctor shot a flat look up at Zepheera and pointedly returned the device to his inside jacket pocket. “You do realize we’re floating in space, there’s no way to keep track of dates out here.”

Zepheera rolled her eyes and released the latch on her harness to allow herself to lower to the Doctor’s eye level. “It’s been days and I’m bored!”

“We’ve talked about this, we are social distancing!”

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Commissioned Art

I recently pointed out how in certain ways my borrower OC Zepheera and the 13th Doctor are quite alike, in (relative) height, looks, and choice in wardrobe.

This was inevitable. The Doctor is fascinated as always. Zepheera’s certainly having fun.

Art by the lovely @ghostquack who did amazing work as always, bringing my silly shenanigans to life!

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Borrowed Magic Excerpt

“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?”

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Borrowed Magic Excerpt

“Oh, I don’t think you’d be too shabby,” she put in encouragingly. “Even with your wings, there’s loads of places you could–”

A SLAM cut her sentence short and caused Bowman’s wings to flare out entirely as the Doctor burst back into the TARDIS, followed by him rushing around the console flipping switches and throwing levers on the way.

“Fell through the rift again,” he explained shortly, teeth clenched in concentration as he worked the controls. “Came pretty close this time, though! I think we can beat that time! Hang on to something, you two! Allons-y!” Bowman stared at him in confusion and shock.

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Zepheera-Vision — A Little Too Much

“Blimey, you’re a lightweight…” muttered the Doctor, bracing a hand on the console as he dropped to his knees.

“Oi, zip it!” Zepheera called up irritably through the grate of the floor she’d fallen through moments ago. It was one of those rare special occasions that inspired the Doctor to unearth perfectly aged alien wines for his companion and himself to enjoy. Zepheera simply lacked the uncanny Time Lord ability to control just how drunk she got. “I am four and a half inches tall and haven’t touched the stuff in nearly thirty years, I’m the definition of lightweight!”

The Doctor grumbled as he reached down for the handle that would lift up the panel, uncovering his tiny companion sitting on a trunk and staring up at him with her arms crossed.

“Well. Now you know where the floor is. And that it has holes in it.”

“I hate you,” murmured Zepheera, offering no further protest as the Doctor reached down to retrieve his friend.

“I know.”

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