Title: Dangerous Things
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glory_jean
Character/Paring: The Doctor
Rating: All ages
Beta: none
Summary: Sometimes it's just hunger (Drabble)
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Written for Prompt 13 of this ancient prompt set and based on something Eight said in The Company of Friends; Benny's Story
Quote from White Fang by Jack London.
A little birthday drabble forjer . Sorry it's not the greatest.
Xpost to Ao3 (but not LJ because it no longer takes my password.)
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Not all things dangerous were evil. Not even most. Often, they were just hungry. He couldn't blame them for that. This fact rarely comforted his erstwhile companions, so he refrained from later commenting on the contents of their dinner plates. (Even the vegetables were once happy, growing things rent from their beds in their prime). "Life lived on life," as someone once said. Today he was fortuitously alone as he let himself admire the lethal grace of the large predator hunting just below his hiding place. Fortunately, sense of smell was not its strong point. Nothing left but the waiting.
Author:
glory_jean Character/Paring: The Doctor
Rating: All ages
Beta: none
Summary: Sometimes it's just hunger (Drabble)
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Written for Prompt 13 of this ancient prompt set and based on something Eight said in The Company of Friends; Benny's Story
Quote from White Fang by Jack London.
A little birthday drabble for
jer . Sorry it's not the greatest. Xpost to Ao3 (but not LJ because it no longer takes my password.)
_________________________________________
Not all things dangerous were evil. Not even most. Often, they were just hungry. He couldn't blame them for that. This fact rarely comforted his erstwhile companions, so he refrained from later commenting on the contents of their dinner plates. (Even the vegetables were once happy, growing things rent from their beds in their prime). "Life lived on life," as someone once said. Today he was fortuitously alone as he let himself admire the lethal grace of the large predator hunting just below his hiding place. Fortunately, sense of smell was not its strong point. Nothing left but the waiting.
