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Title: Birth of Destruction 3/3
Characters/Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Barbara Wright, Original Characters, some Ten/Martha undertones
Rating: PG
Word Count: Part Three: 3,491
Summary: While trapped in 1969, the Doctor finds employment at the local hospital and gets a lot more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer: The Beeb owns Doctor Who. Coincidentally, the Beeb also owns my soul.
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muses_gonewild prompt: "158 - The doorway."
Part One is here. Part Two is here.
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The Doctor held open the hospital door for his companion. "So it's an insult, then?" he asked.
Martha bristled. She did not like having the conversation on racial slurs she'd just had with the Doctor. She especially didn't like how nonchalant he was about the whole thing, as if the end of racism in a hundred years made the fact that it was happening now irrelevant. "Yes, a very unpleasant insult, and a bit out of date, too."
"Well, not for the 60's, at least."
"Maybe not for the 60's. But still unpleasant. And says a good bit about your employer."
( The Doctor nodded. 'I think his blasé attitude towards the dead children says a good bit about that, too.' )
Characters/Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Barbara Wright, Original Characters, some Ten/Martha undertones
Rating: PG
Word Count: Part Three: 3,491
Summary: While trapped in 1969, the Doctor finds employment at the local hospital and gets a lot more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer: The Beeb owns Doctor Who. Coincidentally, the Beeb also owns my soul.
Author's Note: Special thanks to
handysparehand for the beta! Written for the muses_gonewild prompt: "158 - The doorway."Part One is here. Part Two is here.
+~+
The Doctor held open the hospital door for his companion. "So it's an insult, then?" he asked.
Martha bristled. She did not like having the conversation on racial slurs she'd just had with the Doctor. She especially didn't like how nonchalant he was about the whole thing, as if the end of racism in a hundred years made the fact that it was happening now irrelevant. "Yes, a very unpleasant insult, and a bit out of date, too."
"Well, not for the 60's, at least."
"Maybe not for the 60's. But still unpleasant. And says a good bit about your employer."
( The Doctor nodded. 'I think his blasé attitude towards the dead children says a good bit about that, too.' )
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