Drabble: Aliens

[lindenharp]

Title: Aliens
Author: Lindenharp
Rating: All ages
Characters: Harriet Jones
Series: none
Genre: drabble
Word Count: 100
Spoilers:  Aliens of London and World War 3
Summary: It's hard to think of yourself as an alien. Harriet Jones muses about the Doctor.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISes. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This was a stocking stuffer for wendymr .  Thanks to yamx  for the last-minute beta.
 

While Harriet addresses the crowd of curiosity seekers and journalists, the Doctor disappears.  Harriet is unsurprised.  The Doctor is not a man who suffers fools gladly.

That sentence ought to read: The Doctor is not a man.  Full stop.

“He really is an alien?” she asks Major Patel of UNIT.  Despite what she’s seen, it’s hard to believe.  He looks so human -- and that accent!

“Yes, ma’am.”    He explains what the Doctor has done for Humanity.

“Although we’re aliens to him, he cares about us,” she marvels.

The following Christmas she discovers that he cares about other aliens, too.

 

Comments

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I often start by knowing the last line, and figuring what I need to write to lead up to it.