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BREAKFAST AT WOOLWORTHS

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“Oh, look! Cassette tapes!” Romana said, delighted, as she rooted through the bargain basket. “How splendid, memory storage on magnetic tape, but wait…Doctor?”

The Doctor, stooped over the bottom shelf, untangled himself from his scarf as he stood. “Yes, Romana?”

“Are they supposed to be already used?” she asked, puzzled. “There is data stored on this one.”

“Let me see,” he held out his hand, and she reluctantly handed it over. “Hmm, how interesting…Madness. Well, we can’t be having that, can we?” He threw it back into the basket, and Romana felt her irritation rise as he rooted through the other tapes. “What have we here? Boomtown Rats….the Kinks…Blondie?”

Romana scowled as he held up the cassette, and the Doctor smiled, his eyes teasing. “No? Not Blondie, then…oh, perfect, the Cure.” He popped the cassette into his pocket, along with the masking tape, the pens, and eraser he’d found in the previous aisle…

“Doctor?” Romana asked, throwing the basket a last lingering look. “You still haven’t explained. The titles: do they denote some form of mood enhancement therapy, stored on the tape?”

The doctor paused mid-step. “In a matter of speaking,” he allowed.

“Ah, I see,” Romana’s hand slipped the Madness tape into her pocket once the Doctor’s back was turned; he could get touchy about that sort of thing, sometimes. He liked to have the last say.

The Doctor wandered towards the exit, and Romana skipped to catch up, hooking her hand through his as they stepped onto the street. She’d felt she had learnt a lot about Earth society today, having partaken in one of their greatest pastimes – shopping – and who could’ve known that a class five planet would have developed such an advanced form of entertainment; mood altering technology…well.

“Oy, you there!”

“Oh dear," the Doctor said, his eyes rounding. “I forgot to pay again.”

“Pay?” Romana echoed, puzzled.

The Doctor caught her hand and tugged. “Later,” he said. “Now, we run!”


~~FINIS~~





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