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tallulahgs[Title] Embers
[Fandom] Doctor Who (classic series)
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Jamie/Zoe. The two companions wait for the Doctor to return, and catch fish in the meantime.
Jamie caught the fish and made a fire to cook them and then he and Zoe sat on the bank, by the embers, and ate, fingers sticky, little bones crunching under their teeth. Jamie was so hungry that for a good few moments all he focused on was getting food in his stomach and not eating bones by mistake, but once he'd chewed his way through most of the fish he looked over at Zoe: “Is it all right? I suppose it's not what you've been used to?”
“Well, no,” she said, pausing to spit a bone into her hand. “It's certainly very interesting, though, and it does taste good!”
“Ah, it's not much. Never been very good at cooking. I can stop it burning – more often than not – but nothing more than that.”
“Well, I've never done any cooking,” Zoe said, stretching her legs out. “I used to wonder what on earth our food started out as – you know by the time we ate it, it was all synthetic. I'd never seen a real fish.”
“Aye, well, I suppose that's what this is all about, isn't it? Seeing what you've never seen?”
Zoe swallowed a last mouthful, delicately placed the remaining bones on the ground, and began licking her fingers. If she'd been shocked by the taste, or the bones, or the blackened edges – because he'd not been quick enough to stop some charring, not this time – she clearly wasn't going to let him know. Funny. Back home, you ate what you could get and it would never come to you to think someone might turn it down. But in Zoe's time – and Zoe knew so much more than him about everything – in her time everything had been clean and empty and out in the black sky – and offering these fish he'd felt like a dog, running to her with a stick.
“Happen the Doctor'll find us soon,” he said. The sky was blue and birds chattered in the trees and the river was slow and still, but soon enough something horrible would come after them. He was learning that, at least.
“Is this like Earth?” Zoe said. “Earth as it was for you?”
“Near enough. Those fish don't look like any I saw, and on Earth there's only the one sun in the sky, but...”
But not you, he wanted to say. You're nothing like my earth, you're - like numbers and angels and coloured light, things he'd never understand. But she would laugh. For her, probably no one could be magical like that, could they?
But then she said, “I think it's amazing. That you knew just what to do to catch those fish. If I were out here on my own...”
Jamie's heart felt like an ember glowing in his chest and he found himself smiling hugely as if she'd said so much more.
“Sooner or later we'll find robots or aliens or machines that want to kill us,” he said. “Then you'll be the one to know what to do.”
Zoe smiled back at him, and shifted a little closer to lean against his shoulder.
[Fandom] Doctor Who (classic series)
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Jamie/Zoe. The two companions wait for the Doctor to return, and catch fish in the meantime.
Jamie caught the fish and made a fire to cook them and then he and Zoe sat on the bank, by the embers, and ate, fingers sticky, little bones crunching under their teeth. Jamie was so hungry that for a good few moments all he focused on was getting food in his stomach and not eating bones by mistake, but once he'd chewed his way through most of the fish he looked over at Zoe: “Is it all right? I suppose it's not what you've been used to?”
“Well, no,” she said, pausing to spit a bone into her hand. “It's certainly very interesting, though, and it does taste good!”
“Ah, it's not much. Never been very good at cooking. I can stop it burning – more often than not – but nothing more than that.”
“Well, I've never done any cooking,” Zoe said, stretching her legs out. “I used to wonder what on earth our food started out as – you know by the time we ate it, it was all synthetic. I'd never seen a real fish.”
“Aye, well, I suppose that's what this is all about, isn't it? Seeing what you've never seen?”
Zoe swallowed a last mouthful, delicately placed the remaining bones on the ground, and began licking her fingers. If she'd been shocked by the taste, or the bones, or the blackened edges – because he'd not been quick enough to stop some charring, not this time – she clearly wasn't going to let him know. Funny. Back home, you ate what you could get and it would never come to you to think someone might turn it down. But in Zoe's time – and Zoe knew so much more than him about everything – in her time everything had been clean and empty and out in the black sky – and offering these fish he'd felt like a dog, running to her with a stick.
“Happen the Doctor'll find us soon,” he said. The sky was blue and birds chattered in the trees and the river was slow and still, but soon enough something horrible would come after them. He was learning that, at least.
“Is this like Earth?” Zoe said. “Earth as it was for you?”
“Near enough. Those fish don't look like any I saw, and on Earth there's only the one sun in the sky, but...”
But not you, he wanted to say. You're nothing like my earth, you're - like numbers and angels and coloured light, things he'd never understand. But she would laugh. For her, probably no one could be magical like that, could they?
But then she said, “I think it's amazing. That you knew just what to do to catch those fish. If I were out here on my own...”
Jamie's heart felt like an ember glowing in his chest and he found himself smiling hugely as if she'd said so much more.
“Sooner or later we'll find robots or aliens or machines that want to kill us,” he said. “Then you'll be the one to know what to do.”
Zoe smiled back at him, and shifted a little closer to lean against his shoulder.
