Dalek Week 2015, Day 7: ChickenDALEK WEEK 2015
Their second day in Tokyo, the Middies hold a signing in the conference room at their hotel. "Clart and rubbish," in Jaspert's opinion, and Deryn tends to agree with him, but they have a surprising amount of Japanese fans, and the label charges five pounds an autograph – more if you want a personal message along with it. Even more if you want your photo snapped with the band. They also sell records and tour t-shirts and studio photos and keychains and every other bloody thing you can imagine.
It's not very punk, but it does make a sodding pile of money.
Deryn sits at the table with her two remaining bandmates and signs everything in front of her. She smiles at the fans and flashes obscene gestures on demand in the photos. She laughs when Newkirk manages to tip his chair over.
Anything's better than thinking about Alek.
He'd left the plane without a word to her or Newkirk and Jaspert. As far as she
Nightmares to Heavenly Bliss- Chapter 3Deryn Sharp woke slowly and felt around in the bed, searching for the warm body she knew should be there. She opened her eyes when she realized the other side was cool, not warm.
Then, she smelt breakfast cooking. Coffee, eggs and toast, if her nose could be trusted. She smiled as she stretched in the bed. She was getting spoiled.
Even if it was only occasionally that Alek cooked for her, she enjoyed it. He was a rather good cook, after all.
She made her way to the bathroom, to freshen up and do her business.
Walking down the hallway, she entered the kitchen to see Alek at the stove, facing away from her. She leaned on the doorway and studied the back of him for a moment.
He was 19 now, only a year older than her. Both of them were fully capable adults, in the eyes of the world.
Alek had grown considerably in the past three years and was even an inch or two taller than her. Although she liked his height now, she sometimes missed the days that she could tease him about being taller than
The Burial of Mr SharpIt wasn’t a particularly dreary day. Yes, cloudy of course, any day in London was cloudy, but without rain or overall humidity. The procession began at nine o clock for a service at twelve. Some had argued that the Saint Christopher Church would be appropriate, seeing as how Mr. Sharp had attended services there with The Lady Boffin and her family every Christmas, but in the end it ruled that he would have preferred an outdoor funeral, in the open air, where attendants might feel a gentle breeze. Dr. Barlow had insisted upon a costlier casket, but eventually decided that a simple black was more suited. Dylan Sharp had detested fancy things, after all. The crowd was small, only a few associates of the Zoological Society of London coupled with some army men representing the Air Service, and of course the Barlow family were in attendance. It was rumored that Dylan’s own mother had refused to make the trip to London, and only his cousin Jaspart had arrived to pay his respects.
LoveAlek sighed, he looked over at Deryn to see she she was as bored as he was. "Well, this is fun", she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice. "Why does it take so long to cross the Pacific Ocean", he said with a sigh. She shrugged, "the oceans a big place Alek". He nodded in agreement but he still wished they would go faster. A gust of wind blew there hair and he found himself staring at Deryn. She looked over and gave him a quizzical look. "There it is again", she said, pointing at him. "There what is again?", he asked a bit confused. "That daft look you give, it didn't happen in till you went and cracked your attic". He shrugged, "ok, so what". She blinked, "nothing I suppose, it's just different and you make it at me, is it's a bit uncomfortable". "Sorry, I can't really control that", he said looking away blushing. Bovril popped up onto his shoulders "daft", he said chuckling. Deryn smiled at the beastie "your right beastie, he is daft". Alek frowned and shook his head "whatever", he said.
I'll be home for Christmas- Part FiveThe morning light came through the front window of the house, into the living room where it got into the eyes of the person sprawled on the couch, waking them up.
Deryn cracked an eye open and saw it was morning. She stretched out on the couch, groaning.
The couch had not been comfortable.
Usually it was, as it had deep cushions which you could sink into, but for some reason it had not been pleasant last night.
Her mother had forced her to stay downstairs for the night. She had fallen asleep there, muscles stiff and clothes rumpled.
She hadn’t slept well.
The youngest cousin had cried at three in the morning. Bovril had curled up by her legs, which made her legs stiff from not moving. When the wee beastie had finally woken up and wandered off at five, somebody had crashed through the bathroom upstairs. Her eye had hurt like crazy.
But now it was the 24th. Christmas Eve.
Today was the day Deryn and Alek had agreed on gift exchanges, at midnight.
Deryn was determined to be romantic
I'll be home for Christmas- Part FourAlek sat at the dining room table, finishing his breakfast of eggs and toast.
It was December 23rd now, the day before Christmas Eve. The wind was dying down a bit and the sun had come out in force today.
Alek gazed out the window and watched the icicles on the wrought-iron fence outside dripping.
His hand still hurt like crazy, and was a rich shade of purple.
He had woken up alone that morning, which scared him more than he cared to admit; it was like his nightmares of losing Deryn- electrified by Goliath, shot in Istanbul, killed when her glider crashed in Mexico- were reality and the past months of being together with her were the dream.
He had laid there in bed for ten minutes, his heart raw and open before he realized she probably had just returned to her own room so her family wouldn’t find them in the same bed.
He was still rather irked about it, though. He didn’t like waking up without her there, especially when he knew they had fallen asleep together.
When they wer
A Mission Gone Wrong- Chapter 3As the soldiers and the bound Gaven Matthews reached the shores of Kilye Niman, Gaven saw an odd looking contraption. It was a machine, shaped like a giant scorpion; its six legs and two giant, grasping claws were disconcerting.
It had a long, curled tail that was both a search light and a machine gun, all in one.
Gaven's eyes traveled over the horrific-looking walker, suddenly understanding the nervous feelings that some people (Monkey Luddites, they were sometimes called) got around fabricated beasties. He felt true fear as he watched the monstrous machine lumber across the sand. Each step its legs took caused the ground to shake slightly under their feet.
He briefly wondered how the contraption knew that this was the place that the soldiers would bring him.
Gaven watched its search light scanning the rocks, trees and other shadowy places where his comrades and commanding officer, might be hiding. No doubt they had heard the excited barks and howls of the dogs.
Perhaps they had been
A mission Gone Wrong- EpilogueGaven Matthews walked slowly along the narrow winding road toward his home, a permanent limp in his left leg. He had finally returned to Scotland.
It was early morning, the sun just starting to rise and making the eastern sky glow with different shades of pink, purple and blue. He passed groves of trees, fields of wild heather blossoming, and lambs dotting the hills.
However, his mind was on the last few months, as it usually was these days.
After having been captured as a Prisoner of War in Istanbul, he and James Spencer had been taken to a local prison to be interrogated. When it was determined that the two airmen were from the British Air Service and the Leviathan—which the Ottomans had found out only by examining the airmen's gear and uniforms, because both men resolutely refused to say anything at all during questioning—their captors had been furious.
Several Ottoman soldiers had secretly beaten him and Spencer after they were interroga
Taking Things For Granted- Part 3Alek paced the small sitting room of Dr. Williams' medical office. Bovril was still wrapped around his neck and strangely quiet.
Volger sat in a chair with a newspaper open in front of his face, occasionally peering over the top of it to watch Alek pace.
Deryn was still being worked on by the doctor. It had been quite a while since they had taken her away. Alek really wasn't sure how long it had been, but it felt like days.
"Alek, please take a seat and try to calm down." Count Volger said gently. The man had been strangely gracious to Alek, since Deryn's accident. He had not said a single negative, sarcastic or rude comment for hours, which was very uncharacteristic of him.
Alek had been pacing for nearly half an hour, attempting to keep his thoughts clear; and more specifically, from mentally replaying the previous day's events. He was feeling quite beside himself with worry as he and Volger waited for news.
"I can't, Volger. Every time I do, I see her fall. I keep seeing her...hit t
A Mission Gone Wrong- Chapter 2Gaven Matthews was lying silently behind the large boulders that supplied him with his temporary hiding place. His head was pillowed on his arm and his right foot was propped on his pack.
All traces of the sun had long since abandoned the sky, hiding its face until morning. It was fairly dark, with there being very little moonlight and the clouds blocking out the majority of light from the stars overhead.
Gaven had been waiting for his comrades and the Leviathan to return for a couple of hours now, his ankle and his thoughts helping to keep him awake.
He daydreamed about his family, what they might be doing at that moment. He calculated the time difference in his head, thinking it must be close to bed time. He pictured his wife getting ready for and climbing into bed.
He longed to be there with her, pulling her close to him and kissing her goodnight.
Gaven had been married to a wonderful woman for twelve years now, and every day he felt lucky that she had said yes to
A Satisfying Prank"No, Deryn!" Count Volger said sharply, smacking her forearm with his fencing saber. Deryn gave a little yelp and lowered her sword arm to rub the painful area.
"You're sword point must be up!" He said harshly. With an exasperated sigh he said, "Again!"
Deryn glared at the infuriating man before her, wanting badly to whack his daft head with her saber. She took her stance and brought her sword up in the correct position. If she knew anything about fencing with Count Volger, it was certain that he would not stop the lesson until she had correctly performed the particular fencing technique he was trying to teach her.
She mentally ran through the correct posture of the offensive and defensive movements he had demonstrated a couple of hours ago. She was determined to get this right, so that she could go spend some time with Alek.
Well, maybe after bathing first. She likely smelled like a pig sty after hours of sweating. Volger's lessons tended to h
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