Pairing: Barbara Wright/Ian Chesterton
Fic Title: Two Planets (Pausing in Their Separate Orbits)
Rating/Warning(s): PG / spoilers for Classic and New Who
Genre: Romance, Humor
Why This Must Be Read: Ian and Barbara are my favorite Classic Who couple and this story has a special charm to it that really suits the characters. The various Who-verse cameos throughout this piece should delight fans of the timey-whimey nature of the tv show and the romance and back story ishie has created for these two will make any reader smile.
Miss Wright had been teaching at the school for almost a full month before Ian worked up the nerve to speak to her. It wasn't that she was a dazzling beauty, although he did find his gaze drawn to her at odd moments, nor a brilliant conversationalist, at least as far as he knew. It had more to do with the way she carried herself, a shy smile on her face as she all but glided through the corridors, just a step removed from the bustle around her. He found that he was unwilling to enter into her orbit lest he knock her off course with his clumsy attempts at small talk and inanities.
In the end, he needn't have worried. Not about the clumsy attempts, for they were abysmal at best, but about working up the nerve to approach her first.
"Good morning, Mr Chesterton," she said as she fell into step beside him on the way into the school one early October morning. "It is Mr Chesterton, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Good morning, Miss Wright! Er, very fine weather today, isn't it?"
She glanced up at the heavy rainclouds hanging over the grounds. "It is, but I'm not sure how long it will last. The newspaper said we may be in for periods of heavy sunshine later this week."
Ian waited until she had disappeared down the corridor that led to their classrooms before he groaned aloud and covered his face with one hand.
In the weeks that followed, she seemed to be seeking him out although Ian chalked most of that up to wishful thinking. Still, his conversation improved by leaps and bounds every time their paths crossed until he at last reached a point where he didn't want to drown himself in the lavatory following each of their encounters.
By the time Mr Sheard called them all together for a staff meeting at the half term, he felt comfortable enough to sit down in a chair next to her as they waited for the headmaster to begin his customary rallying of the troops. As was usual, Ian had nothing in mind to say but the fact that he'd managed to sit without falling on his bottom was progress enough. When she lowered her eyes to the floor and smirked at one of his muttered asides, it felt like a complete victory. He wanted to raise his arms in the air and run a lap of the room like a conquering football hero but settled for shooting her a smile when she looked up again.