Title: Do What You Must Do
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wojelah
Rating: G
Prompt: Justice, in a shanty town, with an axe, in a space elevator.
Spoilers/warnings: Assumes knowledge up to the end of Eleven's run, including the anniversary special.
A/N: Title stolen from Brother Cadfael's Penance - "In the end there is nothing to be done but to state clearly what has been done, without shame or regret, and say: Here I am, and this is what I am. Now deal with me as you see fit. That is your right. Mine is to stand by the act, and pay the price. You do what you must do, and pay for it. So in the end all things are simple.”
Summary:The bartender turns around, and the rest of the bar's patrons edge away. The Captain's holding a stout length of wood, banded with iron, the one everyone around here is well aware he keeps under the bar for emergencies. They know what comes next. Actually, it turns out that they don't, because what comes next is that the Captain's eyes widen, a pained look crosses his face, and he drops the shillelagh in favor of rubbing his temples. "Oh no," the Captain says. "No, no, no."
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( The axe bites into the bar's surface, splitting the carefully polished mahogany a solid six inches on either side. )
Author:
wojelahRating: G
Prompt: Justice, in a shanty town, with an axe, in a space elevator.
Spoilers/warnings: Assumes knowledge up to the end of Eleven's run, including the anniversary special.
A/N: Title stolen from Brother Cadfael's Penance - "In the end there is nothing to be done but to state clearly what has been done, without shame or regret, and say: Here I am, and this is what I am. Now deal with me as you see fit. That is your right. Mine is to stand by the act, and pay the price. You do what you must do, and pay for it. So in the end all things are simple.”
Summary:The bartender turns around, and the rest of the bar's patrons edge away. The Captain's holding a stout length of wood, banded with iron, the one everyone around here is well aware he keeps under the bar for emergencies. They know what comes next. Actually, it turns out that they don't, because what comes next is that the Captain's eyes widen, a pained look crosses his face, and he drops the shillelagh in favor of rubbing his temples. "Oh no," the Captain says. "No, no, no."
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( The axe bites into the bar's surface, splitting the carefully polished mahogany a solid six inches on either side. )
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