And if wishes were horses we'd all be eatin' steak.

the
I WISH
meme


Post with your character. Do not have them wish!
Respond to other peoples' characters with your own.
At any point during the resulting conversation, they must make a wish pertaining to that character
For example; such as "I wish you would kiss me", or "I wish you would dance naked".
The magic words are 'I wish'. As soon as those words are spoken, it will happen, whether the person wishes it or not
SHENANIGANS AND FUN ENSUE

 
stolen from musebawks
makeherblue: (a christmas carol g)

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-03-29 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor was just a shadow outside. He turned toward Daniel, his legs still kicking like a boy over the branch's edge.

"Good night, Daniel," his voice was quiet but firm. "I'll see you in the morning."

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It was difficult to say what time it was, exactly, on a planet when the only snatches of sun you could get were through the trees and your watch couldn't seem to make up its mind if it thought you were in 500AD, Earth reckoning, or maybe it was time to make some toast, provided you had some worth digging around in your pockets for.

The Doctor tapped his watch. Shook it. Sighed. Chewed on his toast that he most certainly did check his pockets for, and got up to stretch.

It had been easily hours since he'd heard even the distant sound of their pursuers crashing through the brush. Probably safe now, or as safe as it could be. They could wait another night if they had to, except he was sure that sooner rather than later, Daniel was going to need to drink and eat and get some proper sleep not in a Halgonic shelter, which was fine if you didn't want to fall out of trees, but not quite so fine if you wanted a peaceful night's rest. Or maybe that was just him. The few times he slept in a Halgonic tree shelter, he'd woke up grumpy and lethargic.

He got on his hands and knees, crawling into the shelter and knocking on the branch.

"Good morning!" he said, reaching out to shake Daniel's shoulder. That was what the human probably needed, a good shake.

Assuming he'd have the same reaction to the shelter as the Doctor did all those years ago. The Doctor sat back as he tried to rouse Daniel, running his other hand through his hair and somehow missing the twig that had planted itself in it. He wasn't sure on how long his toast stash could last if they were out here much longer -- especially given that it was probably just a little bit stale and he didn't have much in the way of bread and butter on him. Clearly another thing he'd have to stock up on after this.
Edited 2011-03-29 15:53 (UTC)
hi_there_aliens: by zatgun (ij) (Abydos)

[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-03-30 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
He wished whoever it was would stop shaking him. He only just lay down.

The archaeologist lazily batted the hand away and tried to roll over. He wanted nothing more than to enjoy the time off, bury back into the covers, and get some sleep, because the moment he got back to base, he was going to forget all about it. Daniel stubbornly did his best to ignore the voice. It was too upbeat and awake at this hour and actually, that made it kind of annoying. He was of the mind that no sane person could function this early in the morning. He was going to ignore the fact that they'd gotten into his house, go back to sleep, and hope they got the message.

It was the smell oddly enough that first clued him into the fact that this wasn't all some bad dream. Rolling over had put his nose right near that mat.

He rolled back over with a groan and opened his eyes. He regretted it instantly. Waking up and being confronted with the Halgonic shelter was not one of the better ways to start a morning. It also felt like his legs had gone missing, but after all that running, he wasn't surprised. He was certain that once he actually sat up, he'd be feeling it. Daniel frowned up at 'ceiling', then blearily at the Doctor. He was still here. They were still up a tree.

"Hello..." Daniel said slowly. He slowly sat up with a wince. Oh, his legs were definitely there. Ow. Wait, 'good morning'? It struck him belatedly what was wrong with the picture. Well, after the Halgonic tree shelter. And the smell. Daylight was streaming in and it wasn't just dawn.

He squinted outside, then checked his watch before remembering that the action was useless. It was set to Earth time, and while it might tell him how long they'd been gone from there, it didn't do much for this planet's time. They didn't even know how long a month or year was here. "You didn't wake me for my shift."
Edited 2011-03-30 10:14 (UTC)
makeherblue: (a christmas carol v)

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-03-31 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I didn't. You need sleep if we're going to have to run again."

The Doctor bustled around Daniel. Call it a one man bustle. Daniel wasn't exactly helping on that front, so the Doctor took it upon himself to bustle for the two of them.

The problem, though, with traveling light was there wasn't much to actually bustle with.

Not when everything was in his pockets and all he really could do was dismantle the smelly moss blanket and turn it into a poncho for Daniel, which...only took all of two seconds, really, leaving the Doctor to bustle about looking for something to do that didn't quite involve dismantling the Halgonic shelter around Daniel's head. The longer Daniel took to wake up, the more and more tempted the Doctor looked with doing just that anyway. After a moment, the Doctor reached into his pocket, searched around for a bit and then promptly went for his other pocket. He pulled out another piece of toast that may have seen better days and was about to offer it to Daniel when apparently he had second thoughts.

With a smile, the Doctor dusted off the toast's crust, flicked off a stray bit of lint, and held it out to Daniel.

"Here. Sorry, bit short on jam."

With enough sleep and some food in him, the Doctor was fairly certain Daniel could keep up. After all, he'd proven to be remarkable at running, ducking, dodging, weaving and climbing things yesterday, so with enough proper rest, he should be able to do the same. Just in case. Something hooted and then cackled a few trees down, sounding like a cross between a howler monkey and a hyena, the Doctor glancing over in interest and seeming not too threatened that it could be a big monster with a taste for refugee flesh.

He was probably too bony himself and Daniel -- Daniel was Daniel. Actually, he probably would make a much, much better meal, the Doctor reminding himself to keep Daniel away from any howler-monkey hyenas that might be sharing the forest with them.
Edited 2011-03-31 13:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-04-01 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, what. He stayed up all night so one of them would be fit to run? That didn't even make sense. It was too early for this. Daniel rubbed at his eyes and tried to smooth down hair that was sticking out every which way, and then tried, with hopefully more success, to get his brain into working order. Without coffee, he was finding that tougher than it sounded. He decided to give early morning logic another go as he squinted at the Doctor.

"Yes, fine, but if you're not rested, how are you going to manage any better? At least we could have both gotten sleep if we'd both taken shifts." Okay, that could have gotten out better. Daniel was pretty sure he'd come off as grumpy and just a little bit argumentative, but they were in this together. Sure his legs felt sore. The thought of more running and hiding didn't make him feel any better, but at least he knew he could do it. The uneasy sleep had done him some good. He didn't feel nearly as ragged as yesterday. But what about the Doctor? He'd be right there with him and if he'd stayed up who knew how long...

The archaeologist's stomach growled softly. The Doctor was a step ahead of him. Before he could even bring up searching for food, the man seemed to produce a slice of toast out of thin air with the grace of a magician. He even apologized for a lack of jam, which Daniel hadn't even considered asking for. The archaeologist stared. He decided then that it was definitely too early in the morning to handle this. Daniel took it without thinking, managed a muttered 'thanks', and it was only when it was halfway to his mouth that he paused. He glanced at it. It didn't look that fresh. Actually it looked pretty stale, as if it'd been made a week ago and then possibly used as a door stop. Where was this even sitting? And did the Doctor just pick lint off it? Daniel got the sudden sneaking suspicion he'd been carrying it in his jacket.

If wasn't moldy though so he had to be happy with that. Food was food. And he really wasn't in any position to get picky either. Stale bread was one of the nicer things he'd eaten in a place like this, because in his job, you did have to eat a lot worse than this sometimes. Daniel bit into it. Stale, but at least it wasn't completely rock hard.

Something sounded amongst the trees below, a loud, laughing shriek that split the air. Daniel nearly choked on the bread in surprise. He swallowed it roughly. Whatever it was, it sounded large and pretty close. "Guess that's our cue to get out of here, huh?"

Daniel rose and started to carefully back out of the shelter. He hoped he'd woken up enough by now, because if he wasn't, climbing out of this tree in one piece was going to get interesting.
Edited 2011-04-01 06:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-14 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
“I don’t need much sleep,” the Doctor shrugged. He wasn’t trying to brag (okay, just a little. His advancing age so far hadn’t meant he needed to sleep days away like humans). “But you’re right. We should get going.”

The Doctor didn’t wait around for Daniel, climbing down the tree just as easily as he’d gotten up it. It still looked somehow awkward, like he was hugging the tree backward but soon enough he was on the ground and waiting for the human to catch up. The laughing shrieks were starting to sound across the canopy – more of the wildlife getting more active, he supposed. They hadn’t been doing that yesterday, which he took as a good sign. Must’ve been spooked by their pursuers, so they were probably quite far away now. It was just a matter of getting turned around and pointed in the right (general) direction of the Stargate. He said “general” because he fully intended they stick to Plan Decagon.

“We’ll go that way,” the Doctor pointed, once he was sure Daniel could make it safely down the tree without breaking any bones he might need. Despite the hat getting in the way, Daniel seemed like he was a capable enough climber, so the Doctor had plenty of faith in him. “I think the Stargate is this way.”

He licked his finger, jabbing it in the air like he was divining for water and waving it around. Satisfied -– or at least pretending to be satisfied so Daniel wouldn’t get any ideas about panicking (or doubting this early in the morning!) –- the Doctor headed through the brush. Despite his appearance, he could be rather stealthy when he bothered to put in the effort.