Author name: David Brider
Main Character(s): Fifth Doctor, Nyssa
Summary: The Doctor tries to teach Nyssa a game.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is (c) BBC. This is just my attempt to do something a little fun with some of the characters.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to chaletian for lighting the spark that set this idea in motion.
"Mornington Crescent?" suggested Nyssa, for what was now the third time in this rather confusing game. The first time had been with a degree of triumph, but now she allowed a large chunk of doubt to show through - doubt for her continued sanity, apart from anything else.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" said the Doctor, exasperated.
"But I thought you said the whole point of this game was to get to Mornington Crescent?" said Nyssa.
"Well, yes, it is," said the Doctor, waving his hands in full "giving a lecture" mode. "But it's not as simple and straightforward as that. You can't go," he explained, "just randomly saying 'Mornington Crescent' just because you feel like it."
"But," said Nyssa, consulting the London Underground map which the Doctor had generously allowed her to reference whilst playing the game, "your last station was Camden Town, and that's right next to Mornington Crescent. So how is that random?"
"Well, as I said, we're playing the 1976 Ashton Burton rules variant," explained the Doctor, as if that settled the matter.
"I think," said Nyssa, shaking her head in bemusement, "that I'd be able to understand this game a lot better if I could consult a copy of the rules."
"Ah," said the Doctor vaguely.
"The TARDIS library contains a copy of ever book every printed, you once said."
"Yes, um...I think I lent my copy of the rules to...um, Leela. Yes. She said she wanted some ideas to make the long evenings with Andred fun and enjoyable."
"Right," said Nyssa, nodding her head.
"Yes," agreed the Doctor, nodding his head. "Anyway, your go."
Picking a name at random from the map, Nyssa suggested, "Maida Vale."
To which the Doctor countered, "Finchley Road."
"West Brompton," Nyssa suggested.
"Ooh, interesting move. Charing Cross," said the Doctor.
An idea occurred to Nyssa. She wasn't quite sure where it had come from, but she decided it had to be worth trying.
"From West Brompton? Under the 1976 rules? That's not allowed, surely."
The Doctor thought for a moment, then beamed at her. "No, of course, you're right. I'll play Sloane Square instead. I think that should just about keep me out of Spoon."
"Well," said Nyssa, remembering some of what the Doctor had already said in objection to her earlier moves, "I think you'll find that means that under the Zabriskie rules amendment playing before 1:00pm in the afternoon on a Wednesday, that means I should be able to move straight from there to Mornington Crescent." There was a look of triumph in her eye, although it was also a look that said, "just you dare tell me I can't do it again and I'll kill you. Slowly. With an ion bonder."
"Well done, Nyssa!" said the Doctor, apparently oblivious to her expression. He shook her hand, generously conceding defeat. "Now...would you like another game?"
"I think I'd rather play chess," Nyssa groaned.