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Doctor Who, "Protector" Jamie, Second Doctor, Zoe | rated G
Fandom: Doctor Who
Title: Protector
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: All ages
Characters: Jamie, Second Doctor, Zoe, mentions of Victoria
Word Count: 550
Notes: Second Doctor era. Written for the "expectant" drabble theme at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jamie can't help but enjoy the thrill of traveling with the Doctor.
The thrill for adventure saturated his bones, and Jamie couldn’t imagine a life without it, not since meeting the Doctor anyway.
He felt a sort of wild abandon in traveling with the Doctor. Though he would not mind just a moment of peace, as Victoria had often desired, he rather secretly enjoyed their strange and harrowing encounters.
The Doctor was not always pleased at Jamie’s affinity for violence, but Jamie knew he relied on it, and was often audibly grateful for Jamie throwing a punch or pushing back a looming menace. After all, he gave the Doctor time to devise one of his cunning plans to help people and bring them to safety.
When they helped others, even whole planets, Jamie found a pride in that, enraptured by the heroism.
Victoria, on the other hand, did not enjoy their sequential trips into danger, as the TARDIS dumped them to whatever or whenever parts of the universe to interfere - peacefully and with a good purpose, of course, as the Doctor would remind him.
Jamie didn’t mind enjoying adventure on Victoria’s behalf, but it was never good enough for her, and to his dismay, she’d had enough of the danger and had parted ways.
At least Jamie could continue to help the Doctor. Oh, the Doctor would never admit to needing Jamie’s protection in a pinch, but Jamie, as usual, charged forward to battle any foe anyway.
“Ah, take that ye beastie!” Jamie taunted his opponent. He was thrashing around in the mud, holding an alien in a headlock. As he, Zoe and the Doctor traveled through the woods of a lush planet, they were attacked by a hairy alien blob that was keen on making them all his dinner. Well, Jamie would have none of that.
“Careful, Jamie!” the Doctor yelled, and though Jamie was preoccupied, he could almost imagine the Doctor’s frustration at his fight with the alien.
“RAWWWR,” came a noise out of the mass of mud of Jamie and the monster, and no one could be sure which had made the sound. When Jamie emerged victorious, Zoe and Doctor watched in relief as the blob whined in defeat and swam back down the muddy canal.
Jamie panted as he slowly waded back to shore, coming out of the waters covered head to toe in a dark, viscous slime. He met the Doctor’s eyes as Zoe shook her head. He grinned wildly, feeling the fire of battle still pulsating within his veins.
“Och, what a’ ole softy, that beastie was,” he said, and he looked to his companions and then down at his ripped shirt. He hadn’t realized the scrape had been that bad.
“Come on, Jamie,” the Doctor said, and the three of them headed back toward the TARDIS. “Let’s get you into a proper shirt.”
“Yes, and maybe a bath,” Zoe chimed in, holding her nose.
“Hey! Aren’t ye gonna say thank you? I just risked my life for ye with that nasty mud-pile!” Jamie protested.
Amused, the Doctor beamed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jamie. Yes, thank you for saving our lives,” the Doctor said with a wink.
Zoe giggled, and Jamie just sighed. Either they were laughing at him, or the Doctor and Zoe were getting far too expectant of his ability to save them.
Title: Protector
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: All ages
Characters: Jamie, Second Doctor, Zoe, mentions of Victoria
Word Count: 550
Notes: Second Doctor era. Written for the "expectant" drabble theme at
who_contest.Other Links: Tumblr | AO3 | FFnet | Teaspoon
Summary: Jamie can't help but enjoy the thrill of traveling with the Doctor.
The thrill for adventure saturated his bones, and Jamie couldn’t imagine a life without it, not since meeting the Doctor anyway.
He felt a sort of wild abandon in traveling with the Doctor. Though he would not mind just a moment of peace, as Victoria had often desired, he rather secretly enjoyed their strange and harrowing encounters.
The Doctor was not always pleased at Jamie’s affinity for violence, but Jamie knew he relied on it, and was often audibly grateful for Jamie throwing a punch or pushing back a looming menace. After all, he gave the Doctor time to devise one of his cunning plans to help people and bring them to safety.
When they helped others, even whole planets, Jamie found a pride in that, enraptured by the heroism.
Victoria, on the other hand, did not enjoy their sequential trips into danger, as the TARDIS dumped them to whatever or whenever parts of the universe to interfere - peacefully and with a good purpose, of course, as the Doctor would remind him.
Jamie didn’t mind enjoying adventure on Victoria’s behalf, but it was never good enough for her, and to his dismay, she’d had enough of the danger and had parted ways.
At least Jamie could continue to help the Doctor. Oh, the Doctor would never admit to needing Jamie’s protection in a pinch, but Jamie, as usual, charged forward to battle any foe anyway.
“Ah, take that ye beastie!” Jamie taunted his opponent. He was thrashing around in the mud, holding an alien in a headlock. As he, Zoe and the Doctor traveled through the woods of a lush planet, they were attacked by a hairy alien blob that was keen on making them all his dinner. Well, Jamie would have none of that.
“Careful, Jamie!” the Doctor yelled, and though Jamie was preoccupied, he could almost imagine the Doctor’s frustration at his fight with the alien.
“RAWWWR,” came a noise out of the mass of mud of Jamie and the monster, and no one could be sure which had made the sound. When Jamie emerged victorious, Zoe and Doctor watched in relief as the blob whined in defeat and swam back down the muddy canal.
Jamie panted as he slowly waded back to shore, coming out of the waters covered head to toe in a dark, viscous slime. He met the Doctor’s eyes as Zoe shook her head. He grinned wildly, feeling the fire of battle still pulsating within his veins.
“Och, what a’ ole softy, that beastie was,” he said, and he looked to his companions and then down at his ripped shirt. He hadn’t realized the scrape had been that bad.
“Come on, Jamie,” the Doctor said, and the three of them headed back toward the TARDIS. “Let’s get you into a proper shirt.”
“Yes, and maybe a bath,” Zoe chimed in, holding her nose.
“Hey! Aren’t ye gonna say thank you? I just risked my life for ye with that nasty mud-pile!” Jamie protested.
Amused, the Doctor beamed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jamie. Yes, thank you for saving our lives,” the Doctor said with a wink.
Zoe giggled, and Jamie just sighed. Either they were laughing at him, or the Doctor and Zoe were getting far too expectant of his ability to save them.