MORE HATRED AND LAZINESS
A quick, spur-of-the moment fic, more or less in the TTR universe.
The Dalek slid forward, tapping curiously at the object the
black-haired young humanoid had left behind. The Dalek thought
that it looked of Cyber manufacture, but wasn't certain.
Another Dalek slid forward. "WHAT IS THIS?"
"UN-KNOWN. THE HU-MAN-OID WAS WORK-ING
ON IT WHEN HE WAS EX-TER-MIN-ATED!!"
The second Dalek swung its eyestalk at the object. Its lens
focused on a curious display to one side, of what appeared to be
some kind of changing and lit red symbols.
"WHAT DOES THAT SAY?" it asked the other.
"UN-KNOWN. EN-GAG-ING TRANS-LA-TION PRO-GRAM."
The Dalek paused while the translation program ran. "TRANS-LA-
TION COM-PLETE." it finally pronounced.
"WHAT DOES IT SAY?"
"00:05... 04... 03... 02..."
Adric trudged his way to the back of the This Time Round, and
found a large number of the Doctors there. They had all gathered
to enjoy the warm, fragrant spring afternoon.
He walked up to the Fifth Doctor, who was busy swinging slowly to
and fro in a hammock. The timelord was sipping at some fruit-
laden, cocktail-parasol decorated drink that had just been handed
to him by Katarina.
"Mission accomplished, Doctor." Adric told him as he approached.
"The Dalek's Urusei invasion taskforce command ship has been
destroyed, and the Daleks have scattered."
"Good, good. Most excellent." The Doctor celebrated by taking a
long sip of his drink.
"Any other errands you need me to run?" the Alzarian asked.
"No, no, not any more." Another sip. "I think that's quite
enough work for one day, don't you think?"
Adric nodded, and excused himself. He needed to go someplace
else real soon, before he was found by a certain psychotic
As he walked away, he passed a weary, annoyed, and soot-covered
Ace, limping her way to report in after her day's worth of
"errands". She was followed by an equally perturbed Jamie and
Behind him, the Third Doctor's laughter echoed at some humorous
story being told to him by the Seventh, while the Sixth
complained loudly that his hammock needed to be re-adjusted
tighter, and wouldn't someone please do it for him?
Adric smirked. "Lazy gits." he muttered underneath his breath.
3 May 1999