Home | Most Recent | Categories | Authors | Titles | Help | Search | Log In | Ninth Doctor Music by Stevie [Reviews - 3] Music [I was doing some research on the first Doctor. And I somehow ended up finding out more about Jamie. I mostly know him from a single fic, but I want to learn more. I was reading an episode summary for ‘The Highlanders’ and learnt that he had promised to teach the Doctor how to play the bagpipes. And so the Doctor in my head liked the reminder and promptly got his bagpipes out and started playing, this was the result.] Rose was in her room on the Tardis. She was struggling to sit and read a book the Doctor had picked out for her to read. A cup of cold tea sat on the floor by her bed when she heard the noise coming from somewhere else in the Tardis. She was British; she knew what bagpipes sounded like. And this was bagpipes: bagpipes being played very badly. She wondered what in the universe had got into the Doctor’s head to make him attempt to play them. There was nothing else for it; she was going to have to investigate. Thankfully the Tardis wasn’t playing tricks today. Rooms and corridors were where she expected them to be. She followed the noise to the library. The door was open. The Doctor was in the library, his jacket was off and he was indeed attempting to play the bagpipes. “Umm, Doctor?” Rose called into the room. It wasn’t until he turned around at the sound of his name that she crossed into the room. There was a glint in her eye as she asked “What are you up to?” The Doctor looked disappointed. He looked at her, and then looked at the bagpipes before answering her. “I used to be able to play these. A very old friend taught me. But I just can’t. Just can’t anymore.” “Why were you trying again now?” The Doctor placed the bagpipes carefully down into a case to rest. He avoided Rose’s gaze as he then started to pack it away with loving care. The Doctor sighed. “I found them again. Just thought I would give them a try again. They used to belong to the friend who taught me.” There was that familiar pain in his eyes again. If aliens had souls, his burnt out through his eyes. That look, along with all his promises, had inspired her to do many crazy things. She didn’t want to be the cause of another of those heart-breaking looks in his eyes. So she smiled fondly at him and responded, “Perhaps you just need some more practise. I’ll leave you to it.” As Rose walked off down the corridor in search of the kitchen she could hear the dreadful sound of those bagpipes again. At least it might cheer him up for a bit without risking their lives, if he could get a tune from those things she decided.

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