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Fallacy Somewhere (Or: If You Can't Steal a Coat from Gilbert and Sullivan ... by dbskyler (G)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: None
Length: 3871 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dbskyler, dbskyler
Author Website: Teasopon, AO3, fic tag
Why this must be read:
It's funny, well-written, and fits snugly within Who canon. It's just the sort of thing the Doctor would do, too.
You know, I acquired that ulster from Gilbert and Sullivan. -- The First Doctor, "Edge of Destruction." Which begs the question: how did One acquire the coat? dbskyler answers the question marvelously, complete with Gilbert and Sullivan in-jokes (all explained in the afterword). Turns out, it happened more than once ...
A small green animal with five legs and three heads came running past him and on to the stage.
Gilbert stopped. With a slow, careful swivel, he turned.
The three-headed, five-legged animal dashed in and around the members of the chorus, hopped over the actor playing the judge, bounced on three of the jurors' chairs then leapt to the floor again.
A short dark-haired man wearing a black coat and check trousers dashed out from the wings and started chasing the animal. He was closely followed by a second man wearing a kilt. The two chased the green multi-appendaged animal over and around the stage until finally the second man cornered it in, well, a corner.
"Good going, Jamie!" yelled the first man. Looking around quickly, he went to the chair where Gilbert had left his coat and grabbed it. He threw the coat over the animal and wrapped it up into a small and struggling bundle.
"Whew," said the second man. "That wasn't as easy as it looked, was it, Doctor?"
Gilbert felt he ought to do something to take control of the situation. Everyone was alternately staring at the two strangers and looking to him for leadership. Unfortunately events like this were rather outside of his experience.
The first man turned to him amiably. "Oh, hello again!" he said. "I'd love to stay and catch up, but I'm afraid I have a small matter to take care of." He shifted his grip on the struggling creature in his arms. "Good to see you, and thanks for the coat!" With a smile, he strode off the stage and into the wings.
The other man hurried after him. "Where was it again, Doctor? Cardiff?"
"No, Basingstoke."
"All right. Basingstoke it is, then."
After another glance at his stunned cast, Gilbert followed them to the backstage area and was just in time to see them vanish into a strange blue structure with the words "Police Call Box" emblazoned across the top. A light on top began to flash, then with a loud groaning, wheezing sound, the structure disappeared.
He decided he was going to complain about this to Sullivan.
Fallacy Somewhere (Or: If You Can't Steal a Coat from Gilbert and Sullivan, Then From Which 19th Century Librettists and Composers Can You Steal a Coat?)
Pairing: None
Length: 3871 words
Author on LJ:
dbskyler, dbskylerAuthor Website: Teasopon, AO3, fic tag
Why this must be read:
It's funny, well-written, and fits snugly within Who canon. It's just the sort of thing the Doctor would do, too.
You know, I acquired that ulster from Gilbert and Sullivan. -- The First Doctor, "Edge of Destruction." Which begs the question: how did One acquire the coat? dbskyler answers the question marvelously, complete with Gilbert and Sullivan in-jokes (all explained in the afterword). Turns out, it happened more than once ...
A small green animal with five legs and three heads came running past him and on to the stage.
Gilbert stopped. With a slow, careful swivel, he turned.
The three-headed, five-legged animal dashed in and around the members of the chorus, hopped over the actor playing the judge, bounced on three of the jurors' chairs then leapt to the floor again.
A short dark-haired man wearing a black coat and check trousers dashed out from the wings and started chasing the animal. He was closely followed by a second man wearing a kilt. The two chased the green multi-appendaged animal over and around the stage until finally the second man cornered it in, well, a corner.
"Good going, Jamie!" yelled the first man. Looking around quickly, he went to the chair where Gilbert had left his coat and grabbed it. He threw the coat over the animal and wrapped it up into a small and struggling bundle.
"Whew," said the second man. "That wasn't as easy as it looked, was it, Doctor?"
Gilbert felt he ought to do something to take control of the situation. Everyone was alternately staring at the two strangers and looking to him for leadership. Unfortunately events like this were rather outside of his experience.
The first man turned to him amiably. "Oh, hello again!" he said. "I'd love to stay and catch up, but I'm afraid I have a small matter to take care of." He shifted his grip on the struggling creature in his arms. "Good to see you, and thanks for the coat!" With a smile, he strode off the stage and into the wings.
The other man hurried after him. "Where was it again, Doctor? Cardiff?"
"No, Basingstoke."
"All right. Basingstoke it is, then."
After another glance at his stunned cast, Gilbert followed them to the backstage area and was just in time to see them vanish into a strange blue structure with the words "Police Call Box" emblazoned across the top. A light on top began to flash, then with a loud groaning, wheezing sound, the structure disappeared.
He decided he was going to complain about this to Sullivan.
Fallacy Somewhere (Or: If You Can't Steal a Coat from Gilbert and Sullivan, Then From Which 19th Century Librettists and Composers Can You Steal a Coat?)