Rating: All ages
Word Count: 725
Author's Summary: In which Brian asks and the Doctor answers... maybe.
Characters/Pairings: Brian Williams, Rory Williams, The Doctor (11th)
Recced because: This is at once a sweet domestic moment and a very sharp character observation. The Pond family leads very strange lives, and this conversation between Brian and the Doctor, while Rory looks on, highlights that. Thoughts of absent friends, things that are hard to explain to your parents, and guilt that can't really be helped are all in play here, softened somewhat by the warmth of family and touches of gentle humor. It's short but very insightful, and the prose is spare and lovely.
So. His Dad and his son-in-law, helping around the house. Which should have been normal, but really, really wasn’t. So far, the Doctor had broken the mug tree, thrown his jacket over the sunflower vase and played ‘accidental frisbee’ with Amy’s favourite platter, while his Dad had... overdosed the washing-up liquid. From his seat, Rory could see his father’s back, his arms as he moved, the flash of porcelain — and the Doctor’s sharp profile. His Dad was spreading great suds over a plate, rather pensively; the Doctor was sitting on the counter next to him, banging the heels of magenta slippers against the cupboard door and wringing three or four tea towels into a great sodden ball while glaring at the dishwater.
With care, Rory put his cup down. Maybe he could escape to the lounge without them noticing?
“This house...” his Dad said, so softly Rory had to strain to hear. “Was that you?”
The Doctor looked up at the ceiling, stilled his feet; answered just as softly, “Yes. It was.”