Note: if I have an OTP in Doctor Who, it's the one-serial pairing of Brigadier Winifred Bambera and the knight Ancelyn from the episode Battlefield. (Though I also have a huge weakness for Chris Cwej/Dep from the novel "The Also People".) So, it's probably not unexpected that if I write Doctor Who het, It'll be those two.
One Less Distraction
To say that Winifred Bambera was slightly exasperated might have been a
little bit of an understatement. The captives that the Doctor had left in her
charge - Mordred and his mother Morgana - had simply disappeared a few
days after the man had left, leaving her with a bunch of reports that had to
be written, and a knight from another dimension to figure out what to do
with. However the other two had left, they obviously hadn't felt the need to
take Ancelyn with them, which meant that he became a sort of headache.
Not that he didn't understand discipline and rank, but he was more than a
little over-enthusiastic, and he seemed to have attached himself to her.
Not that she didn't like him, but she didn't have time for him. Dealing with
him, anyway. There was little UNIT could do when the Doctor showed up but
hope he was helpful and didn't cause too much destruction on their end. He
certainly caused enough paperwork, because there was nothing in the
procedures about dealing with over-enthusiastic knights from other
dimensions that couldn't go home. At least Ancelyn was fairly benevolent, if
far too enthusiastic about his swordplay.
And her, she hated to admit. Women were respected in leadership roles in
his world, apparently, but he'd just as apparently met way too many maidens
that enjoyed embroidery over guns as she had with people assuming that
because she was black and female, that she wasn't a brigadier in UNIT.
Ancelyn was doing his best to support her, as a knight to a lady, and to some
extent she didn't mind. He often came to her office, offering his version of
being helpful, by offering advice ("Maybe if milady did this," which wasn't
often helpful because UNIT functioned much differently than the
organizations in his own world), or stories ("In the battle of Archos, we found
ourselves facing a host of pixies....", and other long stories where he
apologized for not having a bard's talent), or just being there ("Milady seems
troubled. Perhaps you would like to talk, or maybe a servant could bring us
She was, in a way, enjoying his company. But the problem still remained on
what to do with him, because there were no signs that he was leaving, and
he had no place in their own world. He himself had mentioned more than
once that he wouldn't mind marrying his way into a place in her world,
mostly by marrying her, in his own fanciful words. Ancelyn was
straightforward in battle, but he preferred flowery words when courting
her, even when she protested she wasn't some swooning maiden and would
he please cut it out. She supposed that it could be worse, and at least
Ancelyn had some sense, if not much. And she reminded herself on multiple
occasions that she did like him, and what was normal in courting a woman of
her apparent status in his world might seem odd to her, but it seemed to
make him happy. Which kept him out her hair.
Bambera could use a few less distractions in her personal and professional
life. At least he meant well, she supposed. She could marry him, and then he
would settle down more, intent on doing whatever knights did on their
world when they married ladies. She didn't much care, as long as he settled
down. He reminded her of a kitten in some ways, always having to be fished
out of a fishbowl.
Not an image one should think of their future husband, but then again,
Bambera hadn't ever thought of marriage, either. Being a soldier didn't
prevent one from marrying, but it had never been on her priority list.
Obviously the hurricane that was the Doctor did things to one's life that one
never expected, bringing pains and changes and potential husbands from
Sighing, she got up, and hoped she wouldn't shock Ancelyn too much when
she asked him to marry her. Because there was going to be one less
distraction in her life, if it killed her.
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