I've worked on Chapter 7 like a demon today, since tomorrow we'll be busy with my uncle's funeral and all the social stuff surrounding it. I've all but finished it, save for the last fighting scene. I'm optimistic that I'll manage to get the chapter ready for posting before this pico session ends.
Excerpt: Sandra gives him a look of mock disgust. “You’re annoying, you know that? Have always been. You and your smug I-know-everything attitude.”
“Thank you,” Ianto returns, straight-faced. “I’ll take that as a compliment. The thing is, though: I do know everything, at least where alien species are concerned. It was my bloody job at One as a junior archivist.”
Sandra frowns doubtfully. “Did One ever come across these catfish people?”
“No,” Ianto admits, “but I read up on 22nd century aliens while with the Doctor. I was… interested.”
“And with that freakish memory of yours, of course, you haven’t forgotten a thing,” Sandra grumbles. “It’s not fair.”
Ianto shrugs. “We all have our gifts. I could never get into alien technology to understand it from within the way Suzie did… and you do, I presume.”
“Yeah, and a fat lot of good did it do her… or me,” Sandra replies flatly. “Getting obsessed with that fucking glove and killed for it… twice.”
“It’s always dangerous to tinker with things beyond our understanding,” Ianto agrees. “Well, come on then; the captain’s waiting and we’ve got to go down seventeen levels.”
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A Matter of Time
on 2015-07-28 06:41 pm (UTC)Excerpt:
Sandra gives him a look of mock disgust. “You’re annoying, you know that? Have always been. You and your smug I-know-everything attitude.”
“Thank you,” Ianto returns, straight-faced. “I’ll take that as a compliment. The thing is, though: I do know everything, at least where alien species are concerned. It was my bloody job at One as a junior archivist.”
Sandra frowns doubtfully. “Did One ever come across these catfish people?”
“No,” Ianto admits, “but I read up on 22nd century aliens while with the Doctor. I was… interested.”
“And with that freakish memory of yours, of course, you haven’t forgotten a thing,” Sandra grumbles. “It’s not fair.”
Ianto shrugs. “We all have our gifts. I could never get into alien technology to understand it from within the way Suzie did… and you do, I presume.”
“Yeah, and a fat lot of good did it do her… or me,” Sandra replies flatly. “Getting obsessed with that fucking glove and killed for it… twice.”
“It’s always dangerous to tinker with things beyond our understanding,” Ianto agrees. “Well, come on then; the captain’s waiting and we’ve got to go down seventeen levels.”