sdjalana | Box of Chocolates (Drabble)

Oops. Got home late last night and completely forgot about writing. To make up for missing yesterday, today's post will be twice the length. Which technically doesn't make this a drabble anymore... but whatever.

Title: Box of Chocolates
Inspiration: Farscape, Doctor Who (yes, Doctor Who!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, which is so very sad.
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: I have no idea why this popped into my head. I wanted to write about Aeryn and Crichton, but the Doctor appeared out of nowhere. I blame David Tennant for being so unbelievably sexy that he remains in the back of my mind. Always. Preferably without clothing. Oh, yes.

"Huh... That was unexpected. Well, I guess life is like a box of chocolates."

D'Argo stared, keeping his weapon pointed at the man who had just emerged from the blue box that he could have sworn hadn't been there a microt ago. He opened his mouth to demand that the stranger identify himself, when Chiana spoke up.

"What the frell are chocolates, and why is life like a box of them?" Her question was met with glares from the rest of the crew and an almost horrified expression from the stranger.

"No chocolate here? Oh, you lot are missing out!" Arms flailing, he started to move forward before freezing in place at the whine of charging weapons. "Chocolates are sweets. Welllll, except for the baker's kind, which are really sort of bland, or the bitter kind, which are... well, bitter. But the sweet kind... pure heaven."

D'Argo lowered his weapon slightly. The grin that was appearing on Crichton's face threatened to match the almost manic grin on the stranger's. The intruder ran his hand through unruly hair, then reached out in a gesture D'Argo had seen the Earthman do many times.

"But where are my manners? Hello, I'm the Doctor."