Word Count: 1397
Author's Summary: The Doctor's sandwich-thieving reaps its terrible karmic reward.
Characters/Pairings: Jo Grant, Three
Recced because: I could rec this solely on the basis that I too have been waiting for the Doctor to reap his terrible karmic reward since he stole poor Jo’s sandwiches in The Sea Devils. But I would also like to point out that the interplay of Three and Jo (whom we really don’t get enough of in fanfiction, do we?) is perfectly in character and perfectly hilarious, with Three’s mix of arrogance and protectiveness and puffed-up angst, and Jo’s mix of kindness and ditziness and surprising moments of piercing insight. And even as you’re chuckling at the humor, there’s a sharp note of pathos in Three’s internal monologue about his lack of freedom compared to the heron, and in Jo’s efforts to keep his mind from traveling the dark routes he sometimes sets it on.
As the Doctor toppled off a Brighton pier, he concluded that the heron was even more sinister than it had initially appeared. He staggered to his feet, spat out sand, and brushed at his now filthy velvet jacket, glaring up at his mangy foe. This was, by far, the cruellest indignity he had endured in exile. Well, no, perhaps that honour went to UNIT’s standard of canteen tea–but this was, beyond a doubt, the second worst indignity. Actually, if pressed, he supposed the incredible popularity of sideburns in this decade was more of an affront to his soul and sensibilities, if taken all together. Still, having his lovely sandwich stolen by a blasted heron was certainly among the greatest indignities of his imprisonment here.