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A Seduction, Of Sorts by Van Donovan [Reviews - 8]  Author's Notes: I requested my friends give me a pairing and a line of dialogue, to which I'd write a drabble. kimbo_demonica requested Three/Brigadier with the line, "Functionality is overrated." | |
“You wanted to see me, Doctor?”
“Ah, Brigadier.” The Doctor was all smiles as he looked up from his work desk. “Yes, in fact, I rather wanted your opinion on something. Have you got a moment?”
“I’ve just got off duty,” the Brigadier said. “I suppose I can let you have my ear for a few minutes.”
“Splendid,” the Doctor said. He rose from his seat at his lab bench and walked to the TARDIS. After unlocking and opening the door, he gestured to the inside. “After you, my dear Brigadier.”
Standing stock still, the Brigadier eyed the Doctor pointedly. “Oh, no. One trip in your confounded machine is more than enough for me, Doctor.”
“We’re not going anywhere, Brigadier,” the Doctor reassured him. “I just need you to see something, and it’s too much of a bother to take it out.”
The Brigadier eyed the TARDIS skeptically. “I don’t trust you, you know. I’ve got a job to do; I can’t be whisked away for weeks on end, like Miss Grant.”
“I ask for just one night,” the Doctor said, stepping aside so the Brigadier could enter. Once he had, the Doctor followed him inside and closed the door once he reached the console panel.
“You’ve redecorated,” the Brigadier mused, glancing around. “Pilfered from UNIT stores, no doubt?”
“They’re aromatherapy candles from Racksitopis, actually,” the Doctor explained. “Do you like them? I find them rather soothing.”
“Bit anachronistic, if you ask me. Candles in a time machine, Doctor? It hardly seems functional.”
“Functionality is overrated. They’re for mood, Brigadier,” the Doctor explained. “You don’t like them?”
“I like them fine,” the Brigadier plainly said. “Now, what was it you wanted my opinion on?”
The Doctor blinked owlishly at the Brigadier. “Well, the candles, of course.”
“The candles.”
“Yes. I wanted to know if you liked them or not. I’ve always seen you as an old fashioned type, I thought they might appeal to your sense of tradition.”
“Doctor?” the Brigadier questioned, growing more and more confused.
“It doesn’t make the TARDIS seem more homey to you? You’re not more comfortable in here now, than you were when it was all electric lights and humming sounds?”
Turning slightly, the Brigadier reexamined the candles. “Well, it is a bit more comfortable, I suppose, however impractical.”
“You’re a very hard man to impress, my dear Brigadier.”
“And you’re an extremely elusive fellow. Why would you suppose candles would impress me? Rather, why are you trying to impress me at all?”
“Well, I should think that were obvious.”
“It’s not,” the Brigadier stated. “I wish you weren’t always so obtuse.”
“You can’t blame me for trying.”
“No, but I can blame you for wasting my time. If that’s all, Doctor?” he said, as he prepared to leave.
“Actually,” the Doctor countered, rather quickly, “I was wondering if you’d like a tour of the ship. I’ve a pool, you know. An extensive library? You might even like to see my bed chambers–I’ve modeled them after Queen Victoria’s.”
Patiently, the Brigadier stared at the Doctor. “You’re being elusive again.”
“So I am,” the Doctor admitted with a sigh. “Very well, I’ll be straight forward, for once.” Pulling back his shoulders, he said, “What I’d really like, Brigadier, is to throw you on my bed and play Nelson to your Hamilton.”
Quirking an eyebrow, the Brigadier nodded, amused. “All right, Doctor,” he said. “Although you’ll have to play Hamilton, I’m afraid. I’m rather attached to my underwear.”
Grinning madly as he guided the Brigadier down the corridor, the Doctor said, “You won’t be for long, I assure you.”
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