Doctor Who Fic: Floral Dance
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Title: Floral Dance
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
badly_knitted
Characters: The Eleventh Doctor, Clara, OCs
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Summary: A new planet, a completely new species; the Doctor is so fascinated on meeting flower people for the first time that he doesn’t listen to Clara’s warnings...
Word Count: 583
Written For: ![[personal profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eerian_sadow’s prompt ‘Doctor Who, any Doctor, he's lost track of the number of sapient tree people he's met, but sapient flower people were new and exciting!’ at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
He'd long ago lost track of the number of sapient tree people he'd met; when you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. But this was new and much more exciting! Sapient flowers, delicate and graceful, surrounded him, scenting the air with their perfume. Their nodding blooms concealed shy faces and their leaves formed fragile-seeming limbs that proved stronger and more dextrous than they at first appeared.
“They’re beautiful!” Clara exclaimed.
“They’re more than just beautiful, Clara, they’re incredible, extraordinary, amazing! In fact, they’re brilliant!” He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the nearest flower, taking readings. “Oh, you are gorgeous!” The flower smiled bashfully at him and he beamed back at her.
“Doctor, stop flirting with the flowers!”
“I wasn’t! I don’t… I was just…” He looked back at the flower who was peeping coyly at him, her petals flushing a delicate pink.
“I pretty?”
“Oh yes, very pretty, beautiful in fact.”
The flower giggled like the rustling of a breeze through leaves and sidled closer. Her scent was getting stronger.
“You strange, I like.”
“Well, that’s nice!”
“Doctor…” Clara warned.
“Not now, Clara.”
“We dance?” The flower swayed gracefully in front of the Doctor, extending her leaf hands towards him. Around them, the other flower people swayed and sighed a breathy melody as if the breeze itself were singing.
“Oh, well, why not? When in Rome…” He took the soft, fleshy leaves in his hands and allowed himself to be led in an elegant, oddly hypnotic, swirling dance, which involved a lot of bowing to each other and leaning one way, then another. The flower’s scent was enticing, rich and spicy, filling the Doctor’s nose, and he couldn’t help breathing it in. Between the fragrance and the spinning, he was soon feeling quite giddy, but enjoying himself far too much to care.
The airy music was reaching a crescendo; the Doctor barely even felt the brief sting as a pair of thorn-tipped tendrils pierced his wrists, the hollow barbs siphoning off a small amount of his blood. As the music slowed, fading away to silence, and his dancing partner released his hands, the Doctor’s head started to clear. The flower’s scent was barely detectable now.
“Good dance, I thank you.” She bowed her head, shuffling slightly, her feet digging into the earth that had been churned up by their dance. “Our children will remember.” One last, sweet smile and she became still, her eyes closing and her petals already beginning to droop.
The Doctor frowned; she looked like she was dying, but how was that possible when she’d been so alive just moments ago? He reached for his sonic screwdriver again, but Clara stopped him.
“She got what she needed from you. I tried to tell you, but…” she shrugged, “you weren’t listening.”
The flowers surrounding them bowed low. “New blood, new life. This one fades now, brings forth new growth. You strong, they be strong also. We prepare.”
“Oh. Oh!”
“Guess you’re going to be a dad soon,” Clara grinned, taking the Doctor by the arm and steering him back towards the TARDIS. “I hope they take after their mother. I’m not sure the universe could handle a bunch of flower versions of you!”
Despite his spluttered protests, the Doctor allowed himself to be propelled back inside the TARDIS, but he made a mental note to return at some point to check on his accidental offspring. Flower people with Time Lord DNA; who knew what might they become?
The End
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Date: 2016-04-06 07:10 pm (UTC)Well, the Doctor surely "danced"... in more ways than he thought! *smirks*
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Date: 2016-04-06 09:06 pm (UTC)He did 'dance' without realising it, lol! Perhaps he'll listen to Clara in future!
Thank you!
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Date: 2016-04-06 09:14 pm (UTC)Yes, he should be listening to his companions more often; that's what they are there for!
Still, little flower!Doctors... it is kind of amusing!
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Date: 2016-04-06 09:23 pm (UTC)Yes, for being the 'last of his kind', he really is being careless with his DNA. Sometimes I wonder if it's the Doctor's DNA scattered throughout space and time which crates the Time Lords in the first place. That would be an interesting little paradox!
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Date: 2016-04-06 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-06 10:06 pm (UTC)That was fun...but I agree with the Doctor's concern about what sort of a hybrid this will bring about...
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Date: 2016-04-07 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-07 09:34 am (UTC)great fic
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Date: 2016-04-07 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-07 10:29 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2016-04-07 10:32 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2016-04-07 10:38 am (UTC)I'm thinking of using my wild car square on my bingo card for a standalone sequel to this. The Mobile/Carivourous plants (I think that was it) prompt would work. One of my friends got that one and I was envious.
Thank you!
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Date: 2016-04-07 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-04-07 02:20 pm (UTC)Like when bees die after they sting somone.
The Doctor should have done a scan. He has the tendency to get distracted by something he finds pretty
Please excuse my rambling.
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Date: 2016-04-07 07:18 pm (UTC)The flowers probably have a good life span but to breed they must die. They probably put off breeding as long as thy can.
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Date: 2016-04-07 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-04-07 07:29 pm (UTC)You're welcome! :D
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Date: 2016-04-07 07:46 pm (UTC)We shall see what I decide to do.
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Date: 2016-04-08 11:20 am (UTC)Rosanna: A partnership. Any which way you choose.
The Doctor: I don't think that's such a good idea, do you? I'm a Time Lord. You're a big fish. Think of the children.
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Date: 2016-04-08 11:27 am (UTC)Yeah, she lived her life and then passed her genes on to a new generation. Perhaps they pass on all their knowledge that way as well, genetic memory, so that the young grow with all the memories of the parent plant.
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Date: 2016-04-09 01:54 pm (UTC)I'm probably analysing this too much.
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