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vocab_drabblesTitle: 'Somewhat Equivocal'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted toanythingdrabble and ficlet_zone
Summary: River sighed, disappointed.
"Yet another wild goose chase that ended up in nothing," the Doctor grumbled crossly, leading the way back into the TARDIS. "One of these days, you'll ask me to take you on an archaeological investigation, and I simply won't show up."
River sighed, disappointed. "In my defense, dear, the prophecies I read in the Book of the Khelava were somewhat equivocal. An accurate translation is difficult to come by."
He glared at her. "Well, now you know the truth. What you read wasn't a prophecy. It was a recipe for the Khelavan peoples' favorite drink. I certainly hope you're satisfied."
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedRating: G
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to
anythingdrabble and ficlet_zoneSummary: River sighed, disappointed.
"Yet another wild goose chase that ended up in nothing," the Doctor grumbled crossly, leading the way back into the TARDIS. "One of these days, you'll ask me to take you on an archaeological investigation, and I simply won't show up."
River sighed, disappointed. "In my defense, dear, the prophecies I read in the Book of the Khelava were somewhat equivocal. An accurate translation is difficult to come by."
He glared at her. "Well, now you know the truth. What you read wasn't a prophecy. It was a recipe for the Khelavan peoples' favorite drink. I certainly hope you're satisfied."
