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Night Shift, by JenniferJF (pg)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Mostly gennish, background River/Doctor
Length: 6k
Author on LJ: JenniferJF
Author Website: AO3 link
Why this must be read: Being a guard isn't the most glamorous job in the world. If part of your duties include watching over Cell 426, though, at least it's never boring. A fantastically hilarious look at Stormcage through the eyes of a wonderful OC, and the various outrageous shenanigans that River Song gets into. It makes for an interesting job as a prison guard.
Night Shift.
In his defense, it had been rather a long week. This was his only excuse for why, upon passing her cell and finding her sitting there, checking over an enormous net spread out on the floor in front of her, that he even considered asking her what it was for.
"Catching Daleks," she answered without looking up from her task.
"You can't catch a Dalek with a net," he protested before he'd thought better of it.
"See? That's what he said. Looks like you were both wrong, though, doesn't it?" she observed, pointing to the Dalek eyestalk on the floor next to her.
While this explained the eyestalk, it did nothing to explain the pair of handcuffs sitting on the floor next to it. Daleks didn't actually have hands. She must have noticed the direction of his gaze, because she continued,"Well... he lost the bet, didn't he?"
Which he supposed, under the circumstances, was as good an explanation as any. After all, this was the woman who'd once worn a bright red fez for an entire week with the only reason given that she'd lost one.
Pairing: Mostly gennish, background River/Doctor
Length: 6k
Author on LJ: JenniferJF
Author Website: AO3 link
Why this must be read: Being a guard isn't the most glamorous job in the world. If part of your duties include watching over Cell 426, though, at least it's never boring. A fantastically hilarious look at Stormcage through the eyes of a wonderful OC, and the various outrageous shenanigans that River Song gets into. It makes for an interesting job as a prison guard.
Night Shift.
In his defense, it had been rather a long week. This was his only excuse for why, upon passing her cell and finding her sitting there, checking over an enormous net spread out on the floor in front of her, that he even considered asking her what it was for.
"Catching Daleks," she answered without looking up from her task.
"You can't catch a Dalek with a net," he protested before he'd thought better of it.
"See? That's what he said. Looks like you were both wrong, though, doesn't it?" she observed, pointing to the Dalek eyestalk on the floor next to her.
While this explained the eyestalk, it did nothing to explain the pair of handcuffs sitting on the floor next to it. Daleks didn't actually have hands. She must have noticed the direction of his gaze, because she continued,"Well... he lost the bet, didn't he?"
Which he supposed, under the circumstances, was as good an explanation as any. After all, this was the woman who'd once worn a bright red fez for an entire week with the only reason given that she'd lost one.