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scripsiTitle: Excalibur
Rating: All ages
Genre: Gen, humor
Word Count: 378
Pairings or Characters: The Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Warnings: None
Summary: “Doctor, why do you have a sword in the broom cupboard?”
AN: Written for Who Contest and the prompt ‘blade’. Just for fun, it was nice to write something more light-hearted after a few fics that has been rather dark and angsty.
Clara emerged in the console room, carrying a rather large weapon. “Doctor, why do you have a sword in the broom cupboard?”
“Be careful with that!” The Doctor gingerly relieved Clara of her burden. “One would think that you would show a little more regard for one of your country’s most famous artefacts.”
“It’s just an old sword and quite rusty too.”
“Not just any sword; this is Excalibur!”
Clara looked sceptical. “Doctor, you know that king Arthur is a myth?”
“Is not. I knew him quite well actually. I knew Merlin better though. He was an alien.”
“You must be kidding me!”
The Doctor raised both his eyebrows. “I thought that was self-evident. He came here while doing the tourist route through the galaxy, fell in love with the place and went native. He thought it was hilarious that people thought he was a wizard. “
“And he really put a sword in a stone?”
“He cheated, of course.”
“You are pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
“Why would I do that? I think he meddled a bit too much, but everything was rather chaotic at the time and he took it upon himself to find someone who could pull it all together. He made an analysis of the kind of person who would be best suited to rule and then created a genetic lock on the sword handle. The humans found it very impressive. I took care of the sword and the stone later, I didn’t think it was a good idea to have alien technology drifting around in Mediaeval England.”
“You took the stone as well?”
“Yes,” the Doctor looked around with a vague expression as if a largish pieces of rock would be randomly lying around in the console room. “It’s around here, somewhere.”
Clara sighed. “I wish you had some kind of system for all your stuff instead of randomly putting things in places were they obviously don’t belong.”
“I have a perfect system! The problem is that my previous me’s didn’t.”
Clara decided that the prudent course was to not say anything more about filing systems. “Well, obviously the stone isn’t here.”
“Just as well. Otherwise I would be tempted to put the sword back and I would never get it up again!”
Rating: All ages
Genre: Gen, humor
Word Count: 378
Pairings or Characters: The Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Warnings: None
Summary: “Doctor, why do you have a sword in the broom cupboard?”
AN: Written for Who Contest and the prompt ‘blade’. Just for fun, it was nice to write something more light-hearted after a few fics that has been rather dark and angsty.
Clara emerged in the console room, carrying a rather large weapon. “Doctor, why do you have a sword in the broom cupboard?”
“Be careful with that!” The Doctor gingerly relieved Clara of her burden. “One would think that you would show a little more regard for one of your country’s most famous artefacts.”
“It’s just an old sword and quite rusty too.”
“Not just any sword; this is Excalibur!”
Clara looked sceptical. “Doctor, you know that king Arthur is a myth?”
“Is not. I knew him quite well actually. I knew Merlin better though. He was an alien.”
“You must be kidding me!”
The Doctor raised both his eyebrows. “I thought that was self-evident. He came here while doing the tourist route through the galaxy, fell in love with the place and went native. He thought it was hilarious that people thought he was a wizard. “
“And he really put a sword in a stone?”
“He cheated, of course.”
“You are pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
“Why would I do that? I think he meddled a bit too much, but everything was rather chaotic at the time and he took it upon himself to find someone who could pull it all together. He made an analysis of the kind of person who would be best suited to rule and then created a genetic lock on the sword handle. The humans found it very impressive. I took care of the sword and the stone later, I didn’t think it was a good idea to have alien technology drifting around in Mediaeval England.”
“You took the stone as well?”
“Yes,” the Doctor looked around with a vague expression as if a largish pieces of rock would be randomly lying around in the console room. “It’s around here, somewhere.”
Clara sighed. “I wish you had some kind of system for all your stuff instead of randomly putting things in places were they obviously don’t belong.”
“I have a perfect system! The problem is that my previous me’s didn’t.”
Clara decided that the prudent course was to not say anything more about filing systems. “Well, obviously the stone isn’t here.”
“Just as well. Otherwise I would be tempted to put the sword back and I would never get it up again!”
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Date: 2015-05-20 12:14 am (UTC)*BEAMS*
And of course Merlin was an alien...explains a lot, actually, lol!!
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:40 am (UTC)Yes, it do seem plausible, doesn't it? ;)
*hugs*
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Date: 2015-06-08 01:19 pm (UTC)I guess Donna never got her hands on the filing system... she'd have had it down in no time flat!
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Date: 2015-06-08 03:01 pm (UTC)LOL! Well, I guess Ten told her he had the perfect filing system, thank you very much!
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2015-06-08 03:23 pm (UTC)"C" for cybermen... Christi, Agatha!
I guess when the grates went, so did the filing system...
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Date: 2015-06-08 03:28 pm (UTC)