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May. 20th, 2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
"What? What?"

"I said 'don't get cross'," the Doctor said, scuttling backwards behind the console and, he hoped, out of reach of a potential slap. "I did say."

"In what way," Donna said, very slowly, "are we, you and me, married? Because I think I'd remember."

"Firat time we met. You in a white dress. Biodamp ring. Remember? Except - oh, you'll laugh at this - probably - possibly - I sort of made a tiny mistake with the type of biodamper and we're actually legally married in nine-tenths of this part of the galaxy." Donna was quiet, in much the same way that the eye of the hurricane was quiet just before the other side of the storm hit. "Not on Earth, though," he added. "Well, only on Earth between the years 2250 and 5 billion and you look magnificent when you're angry, have I said?"

"Well, I must look bloody gorgeous at the moment," she snapped. "And why've you suddenly come out with this 'married' nonsense?"

Ah. All things considered she was taking this quite well, but he didn't think she'd like this bit. "It sort of didn't legally count until... consummation."

Donna blinked. "Oh," she said. "In that case we're all right, aren't we? Because we haven't..."

"We did," he said. "Yesterday. When you kissed me to save me from the poison. Um. Thank you, by the way."

"On what planet does one kiss count as consummating a marriage? Planet Disney? Cinderella World?"

He could have explained the particular article and subclause of the Shadow Proclamation that covered these things, but sensed that it would only lead to him spending his first day of married life recovering from a regeneration. "Anyway," he said hopefully, "now that that's out of the way, where to next?"

Donna folded her arms. "So long as we're clear that you and me aren't married."

"Except in the technical, legal sense, absolutely not."

"And one snog, which was only to save your life and which I didn't enjoy at all, doesn't count as consummation."

"Yes. Agreed."

"And wherever we're going now, it's definitely not a honeymoon."

"The thought never crossed my mind."



He tried a tentative smile. His wife glared back. "But I suppose," she said, "if you really wanted to take us somewhere with a posh hotel and room service and a beach, just to make it up to me, that'd be all right."

Requests: Nine/Astrid, Ten/Ross, Ace/Martha
May. 20th, 2008 10:07 pm (UTC)
Ace is the first person Martha meets who she already knew. Later there will be others, but Ace is the first. She's come looking for the Brigadier, she says, and she won't settle for seeing Colonel Mace.

"I could murder a drink. Is your shift over? Want to go to the pub?"

Martha finds she has a terrible, burning desire to say I saw you die.

She remembers a woman who grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of a motorbike on the outskirts of Edinburgh in the early days. They drove for twenty miles, thunder in their ears and the ground shaking under their feet, before Ace pulled over in a deserted field.

"Cloaking device on the bike," said Ace, by way of greeting, fast and practical. "I know you've got one too, but you could still get blown apart. Sarah Jane told me you'd come this way. You're hard to track down, Martha Jones."

She grinned, and it was beautifully unexpected. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Martha felt herself grin back.

He broadcast it live. He did that with all of the companions he caught. He wanted me to see.

It was Ace who got her across the North Sea and into Scandinavia. It was Ace who saved her life again in Copenhagen, and in Bruges, and in that village in Andalucia. It was Ace who kept her sane, while she learned how to cope with the devastation all around them.

It was Ace who hadn't made it into Egypt.

And here she is, leaning on Martha's desk in the bright new UNIT office, with her jacket slung over her shoulder. She looks younger than Martha remembers her.

He wanted you to scream, but you wouldn't.

Martha leans forward and kisses Ace on the lips, to both their surprise. "Yeah," she says, smiling. "Let's go."

Requests: Ace/Rose, Harry/Martha, Jo/Sarah Jane
Jo/Sarah Jane - silly_cleo - May. 23rd, 2008 01:54 pm (UTC) - Expand
Romana II/Leela - silly_cleo - May. 24th, 2008 12:09 am (UTC) - Expand
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C'rizz/Tigger!Eighth Doctor - jedi_penguin - Jun. 20th, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC) - Expand
Hex/Peri 284 words - amaresu - Jun. 27th, 2008 12:01 pm (UTC) - Expand
Braxiatel/Romana II - rapunzelita - Jun. 11th, 2008 07:25 am (UTC) - Expand
Ten/Nyssa - flo_nelja - Jun. 13th, 2008 09:34 am (UTC) - Expand
Braxiatel/Narvin - pathologize - Jun. 24th, 2010 07:05 pm (UTC) - Expand
Adric/Nyssa - settiai - Jun. 9th, 2008 06:17 am (UTC) - Expand
Jenny/The Master (Simm) - ficciones - Mar. 5th, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC) - Expand
Astrid Peth/Donna Noble - Guiding Star - marzipanilla - Apr. 27th, 2011 07:18 pm (UTC) - Expand
Harry/Martha - carawj - Jun. 12th, 2008 12:10 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Martha/River - persiflage_1 - Jun. 14th, 2008 05:56 am (UTC) - Expand
River/Rose - livii - Jul. 18th, 2010 05:24 am (UTC) - Expand
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Nine/Jabe - glinda_penguin - May. 27th, 2008 09:10 pm (UTC) - Expand
Ace/Rani - rodlox - May. 28th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC) - Expand
Ten/Shakespeare - wihluta - Jun. 2nd, 2008 10:04 pm (UTC) - Expand
Jack Harkness/C. Jack Harkness (41) - wiccanslyr - Dec. 5th, 2008 08:32 am (UTC) - Expand
Ace/Karra - glinda_penguin - May. 27th, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC) - Expand
Nine/Martha - persiflage_1 - Aug. 17th, 2008 05:59 pm (UTC) - Expand
Eight/Professor Chronotis - brewsternorth - Jun. 5th, 2008 12:35 am (UTC) - Expand
Compassion/TARDIS - safcooper - Jun. 13th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC) - Expand
Harry Saxon/Harriet Jones - rodlox - Jul. 26th, 2008 12:46 am (UTC) - Expand
Fitz Kreiner/Ninth Doctor - settiai - Oct. 3rd, 2008 05:09 am (UTC) - Expand
Jackie Tyler/Pete Tyler - glinda_penguin - Dec. 26th, 2009 12:29 am (UTC) - Expand
Rosita/Mercy Hartigan - glinda_penguin - Jun. 28th, 2011 08:50 am (UTC) - Expand
Nine/Astrid - nopejr - May. 28th, 2008 02:16 pm (UTC) - Expand
Mickey Smith/Tenth Doctor - settiai - Jun. 10th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 20th, 2008 04:22 pm (UTC)
Jo Grant/Harriet Jones
Title: Incognito

There were benefits to traveling in remote areas. Beautiful scenery, lush vegetation, exotic foods. Harriet found herself relaxing for the first time in years as she watched the waterfall from her vantage point.

Jo was there, chattering on about this species and that, her legs tanned and beautiful in khaki shorts and roughed-up trainers. She knew more about the Amazon region than anyone Harriet had ever met, and wasn't shy about sharing her experiences.

A bird swooped up from the lake far below them, its cry odd and alien to her ears as it flew straight over them towards some destination they could never fathom. Jo laughed at her expression of shock, and kissed away the frown that followed. "It's okay," she murmured, nuzzling her cheek against Harriet's. "They can be a bit rowdy."

"Undoubtedly," Harriet said, hiding her smile. She was just another British tourist here. Just a middle-aged lady in sensible shoes on an ecological tour of one of the most beautiful places on Earth.

Nobody recognized her. Nobody would have cared if they had.

She kissed Jo briefly, grateful that the woman had insisted on this vacation. The only thing nicer than traveling icognito was doing so with someone you loved.

Jo/Brig, Sarah Jane/Josh Townsend, Three/Jo
May. 21st, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
When he gets back to UNIT HQ from Llanfairfach, the first thing the Doctor does is take the TARDIS twenty years into the future – just to make sure.

Jo isn’t easy to locate, but he finds her eventually. Or rather, she finds him; he is checking Dinas Powys when she waves to him from the opposite side of the street. He barely has time to greet her before she dashes across the road and hugs him, saying “Doctor, it’s so good to see you again!”

They go back to her house, on the edges of town; she makes tea and biscuits “for old times’ sake”. He notices that there’s no one else at home.

As their tea cools on the kitchen table she tells him about everything that’s happened to her in twenty years: the expeditions to the Amazon (wonderful, just wonderful, they were just so full of life, and Doctor, you wouldn’t believe what happened that time their canoe got stuck in the middle of the river), the degree in botany (even without those A-levels), the activist life (rewarding, for the most part, and the mines did close eventually), the divorce (amicable; she still worked with Cliff sometimes), the start of her own career. She smiles and chatters just like she used to, like it really has been just a few hours since he bid her goodbye.

The Doctor is used to nonlinear time; he is used to events happening before their causes, and to watching the birth and death of worlds all in a single relative minute. But she has spent so much time living with him in his shifting chronology that to suddenly skip ahead of her feels somehow like abandoning her.

She asks him how things have been for him since he left; she seems puzzled when he says it’s been only hours. “You could have just come back the next day,” she says. “Why wait all this time?”

“I had to make sure you’d be all right, Jo.” He places one hand on her cheek, and smiles to lighten the mood. “I can’t trust just anyone with you, you know.”

She laughs, but her face falls, just a little, as she rests her hand on his. “I didn’t leave you just for him, Doctor. If that’s what you’re so worried about.”


Jo looks down at the table, and her smile is a bit fainter now. “All those adventures, and all those places we went – and I wouldn’t trade them for anything, Doctor, believe me. It’s just that…we never went back.”

“What do you mean? Was there somewhere you wanted to go back to, something else you wanted to see? We could still do it.”

“No, no, that’s not it. I mean, we never went back anywhere. We never stayed. We never made sure that everything really would be all right. And, well, that’s what I’ve been doing here. The past twenty years, I’ve been staying.” She looks back up at him, and he’s suddenly and sharply aware of all those unseen years between them. “You said you couldn’t trust anyone with me. D’you trust me with me?”

Staying. Not abandoned. Not left behind. “Yes. Yes, I rather think I do.”

They spend the rest of the day reminiscing about the Axons and Daleks and Sea Devils and Draconia and Peladon (he really should go back and check that one, he thinks); it’s near midnight before she checks the time and mentions all the work she’s got to do in the morning. They both step outside to say their goodbyes and she kisses him, just once, as they stand in the night air.

“Do come back and visit anytime,” she says. “And I do mean anytime, Doctor; I’d like to remember you being here at least once before I shut this door.”

“I’ll make it my first stop, Jo.”

“Goodbye, then! ‘Till the next time – or the last time – or something!”

And the Doctor walks off, back to his TARDIS, to let the present take its course.

Requests: Two/Jamie, Four/Harry, Zoe/Isobel Watkins
Zoe/Isobel Watkins - glinda_penguin - May. 22nd, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC) - Expand
Donna/Sarah Jane - carawj - Jun. 11th, 2008 10:58 pm (UTC) - Expand
River Song/Tenth Doctor - rodlox - Jun. 14th, 2008 11:42 pm (UTC) - Expand
Jo Grant/Romana II/Sarah Jane Smith - doreyg - Jun. 16th, 2008 09:23 pm (UTC) - Expand
Lucy Saxon/John Hart - rodlox - Jul. 26th, 2008 12:55 am (UTC) - Expand
Sarah Jane Smith/Third Doctor - marzipanilla - Mar. 21st, 2011 12:22 am (UTC) - Expand
Four/Harry - smallearthcat - Oct. 8th, 2011 01:18 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 20th, 2008 07:41 pm (UTC)
“I did what you asked me to,” he says, almost pleading for forgiveness for something he already knows no one can forgive. No one needs to. Except himself, of course.

She makes no immediate response to his plea and simply stares at him. He can see her mind working.

Feels it.

She’s counting, almost. Stripes on his suit? Freckles, maybe. “And this is what you have become?” she asks.

And now he knows the answer: battle scars.

“I see it cost you, too.” She is taller now. Her hair reminds him of someone on some American TV show that Rose used to watch. It suits her, though. She is still very ... her, he thinks.

“A new body and a few decades stuck in the Matrix, Doctor. Not too much. I think it cost you a lot more.”

And it did. So he tells her. Tells her about the Daleks and about Rose. He tells her about the woman who walked the Earth for him.

He doesn’t tell her about the Master because, well, he doesn’t have to.

And it’s good, remembering. He has focussed on the distant past for so long; he forgets what he has become.

“It’s how they heal,” she says, almost absentmindedly as she sits down next to him. It’s as if she could hear his thoughts, he thinks. Then he chuckles because, of course, that is exactly what she was doing.

“What’s funny?” she asks.

And he kisses her because he’s pretty sure that will help him heal as well.

Requests: Martha/Master, Rose/Jo, Jack/Romana
May. 21st, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)
Martha Jones is not particularly interested in politics. Sorting out her family drama is politics enough for one lifetime. Studying takes up enough of her time, and she has dreams of one day having some semblance of a social life. In all of that, she doesn't have time to be particularly interested in politics.

She knows Harold Saxon is speaking, not far from the hospital, if only because the preparations for it meant she had to take a detour this morning and arrived at the hospital late. It's over by the time she leaves the hospital, the crowd gone, for which she's very grateful. She just wants to go home right now, have a cup of tea, watch stupid television and maybe take a nap before she absolutely has to study.

Instead, she bumps into someone, walking down the street, and stumbles back, the apology faltering on her tongue when she sees the man, realizes she recognizes him. He smiles in a way that makes her breath stop momentarily, and tells her it's quite alright, and asks her name.

Martha Jones tells Harold Saxon she's not particularly interested in politics, and that she's already voting for him. She's a little surprised, honestly, when that doesn't give him pause at all, when his smile doesn't change in the least as he mentions that she looks tired, and asks if she's alright, and God, she can't help but be charmed by it.


For some reason, Harold Saxon likes her. He thinks she's bright and interesting, or at least gives a very convincing impression of it. He listens when she talks. He takes her out to lunch, once, and asks question after question – innocent questions, not prying, and maybe because of that she somehow ends up telling him the story of her life, silly things like childhood games she and Tish used to play, important things like her parent's divorce...

She just wants to keep talking to him. She wants him to keep talking to her, she just wants to stay around him, because the world somehow comes into sharper focus when he's around, while at the same time sidling away so it's merely a background for him. Harold Saxon isn't in the world, he is the world, and everything else is merely an accessory to him.

Before he leaves, he passes Martha a card with his number on it, tells her to call him if she needs anything at all. Her fingertips brush his, and she draws a startled breath despite herself – his touch is like ice.


Harold Saxon has a wife. Martha Jones has no interest in being second best to anyone, and she's not going to be some politician's mistress. She has better things to do with her life than be someone's dirty secret, or the person he turns to when he's tired of pretty and sweet and blonde.

Somehow, she forgets all of that when he's in her flat, which always seemed a comfortable size before but with him here suddenly seems too small, too cramped, like now that he's here, there's not enough air to breathe. Or maybe it's just that he's always left her breathless.

Martha opens her mouth to tell him that maybe he should leave.

Harold Saxon steps forward and kisses her instead, before the words even reach her lips, and like some stupid cliche, she goes a little weak at the knees. Eyes closed, Martha rests a hand against his chest, just to steady herself, and tells herself she's imagining the steady, four-beat heartbeat she feels under her palm, on the wrong side of his chest.


The Doctor says he'll recognize the Master when he sees him. Martha has the sinking feeling she already knows, growing more and more certain with every second that ticks by.

She swallows hard, eyes flickering over the stark black and white Saxon posters on the wall of every building, the T-shirts, the...

Martha Jones knows the voice she heard at the end of the universe. She's heard it hundreds of times, on television, on the street, sitting across from her at lunch, murmuring in her ear while they're both lying in her bed...

"That was the voice of Harold Saxon."

It's a realization that comes several hundred billion years or just a few months too late, depending how you count.

Requests: Yvonne Hartman/Ianto Jones, Martha Jones/Grace Holloway, Liz Shaw/Toshiko Sato
Liz/Tosh - carawj - May. 23rd, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC) - Expand
Martha/Grace - brewsternorth - May. 26th, 2008 08:47 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Control/Redvers Fenn-Cooper - brewsternorth - Jun. 25th, 2008 03:43 am (UTC) - Expand
Reinette/Rose fill - ainekatt - Jun. 7th, 2010 08:40 am (UTC) - Expand
Cassandra/Chip - hobbit_feets - Jan. 30th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC) - Expand
Five/Turlough - lycoris - Aug. 15th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC) - Expand
May. 20th, 2008 10:09 pm (UTC)
Martha/Tom Milligan
"Tom. Doctor Milligan."

He turns around. There's a very pretty girl leaning against the wall across from his building, and she's looking right at him.

"I'm sorry, miss," he says with a grin. "I'm sure I should remember you, but I don't quite."

She laughs, and the sound is clear and comforting. "You're such a flirt," she says, sticking out her hand. "Doctor Martha Jones. We met once, before. It's okay if you don't remember."

"Don't know where my manners went," he replies, shaking her hand. "I can make it up to you, if you like. Busy tonight?"

Martha laughs again, and turns to walk away. "Meet you here at seven. You can buy me dinner."

* * *

Dinner turns into another dinner into a film into lunch on Sunday with Tish into telling her mum that she's seeing someone new, now, yes, he's a doctor, no, he's perfectly normal. More or less.

* * *

She did wonder when he would ask.

"How did you know me?" he says suddenly, pausing. Martha groans, tries to encourage him with her hands, but he continues. "That day, at work, you called out to me. I mean, how did we get here from there?"

"Once upon a time, I walked the earth," Martha says, moving her hips to set her own tempo. "And I met you."

"The whole earth?" he says, with a grin and a gasp as she squeezes him tight. "What was I like?"

She pushes him off, then, sits up and rummages around in her purse by the bed. She finally pulls out a key: it's got a faint glow, slightly iridescent even in the dark room.

"You were the best man I met," she says, pressing the key into his hand and settling down on top of him. She wraps her hand around his, and increases the tempo. The key cuts into his hand as he comes, and she laughs, sits up straight, and follows him over.

* * *

"Martha. Doctor Jones."

She turns around, leaving the car door open. He's leaning against her front door, smile on his face like the cat that ate the cream. She's just finished a really long day at work. He has a small box in his hand.

"I'm going to Africa," he says. "Please marry me when I get back."

"The whole earth," he says later, kissing his way across her skin. "The whole earth."

She smiles, and thanks her lucky stars.

* * *

Their wedding rings are plain, solid gold bands; nothing fancy, nothing gaudy. On the inside, each ring is engraved with a tiny, perfect key.

Requests (let's try all new ones this time!): Ace/Hex, Tegan/Nyssa, Ben/Polly

Edited at 2008-05-20 10:29 pm (UTC)
Jun. 13th, 2008 09:54 am (UTC)
“What would you have done if we had been trapped on that ship forever?”

Nyssa was sitting on her bed, legs swinging, and Tegan looked up in surprise when she spoke. She’d asked it in a perfectly normal voice, as if it was a perfectly normal question. No different to inquiring about the weather or wondering aloud what outfit she should wear today.

“I don’t know.”

What was she supposed to say? It was all over now, anyway. Tegan didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The Brigadier had been returned to his own time, with his memories fully restored and, as usual, the Doctor had swept away just as suddenly as he’d arrived.

Sometimes his detachment alarmed Tegan, but, the more time she spent with him, the more she came to understand why it was necessary. He’d been willing to give up his regenerations to save her and Nyssa, but they’d never speak about it again. Couldn’t speak about it again. It would be too hard.

In fact, if it hadn’t been for Turlough, they probably would have swept the entire incident under the metaphorical carpet. But, with him on board the TARDIS, it was rather hard for any of them to forget. Nyssa was worried. So was Tegan, actually, but she wasn’t going to admit as much. She was supposed to be the brave one, wasn’t she? Brave heart.

“There are worse things than being stuck with you for an eternity,” Nyssa continued, with that soft smile of hers. The smile that made Tegan feel hot and cold at the same time, and – when it was directed at the Doctor rather than her – inordinately jealous.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tegan found herself wrestling with an urge to reach forward and do it herself. She was sitting on her own bed, only a few feet away. It wasn’t impossible. Just a little foolish.

“No, there aren’t!” retorted Tegan with a laugh, “I’m just…”
“A mouth on legs?”
“Exactly. I’d drive you mad!”

Nyssa shook her head, brown curls bouncing on her shoulders. Again, Tegan fought the impulse to tangle her fingers in them, drawing Nyssa to her across the room and…

“You could never drive me mad, Tegan. You’re my best friend.”

…and kissing her. Kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. Over and over again, until they’d both forgotten themselves enough for Tegan to pluck up the courage and slide a hand beneath Nyssa’s skirt.

“Are you alright? Tegan?”

The ivory skin of a pale thigh beneath her fingertips. Nyssa’s eyes were half closed, and Tegan brushed her lips over the eyelids – over every inch of skin she could reach, in fact – before moving them down to the hollow of her collarbone. She could feel breathless sighs and moans against her own skin, and then, when Nyssa finally summoned up some courage of her own, a small hand moved to cup Tegan's breast through the material of her blouse, and…

“Oh, I’m fine,” she replied quickly, “I was just thinking.”
“About what life on the ship would have been like?”
“In a way.”

She grinned at her friend. “It wouldn’t have been too bad, would it?”

Next: Shakespeare/Romana II, Donna/Lee McAvoy ('Forest of the Dead'), Romana I/Romana II

Edited at 2008-06-13 10:42 pm (UTC)
Romana I/Romana II - janeturenne - Mar. 23rd, 2011 06:40 am (UTC) - Expand
Romana II/William Shakespeare - janeturenne - May. 19th, 2011 11:24 pm (UTC) - Expand
Ace/Hex - livii - Jul. 4th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC) - Expand
Ben/Polly - smallearthcat - Feb. 16th, 2009 05:25 am (UTC) - Expand
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May. 21st, 2008 11:15 am (UTC)
Harry/Sarah Jane
Title: Snow and Rain

"I hate when they mix," she said, toppling a bit on her toes as she reached up to hang her coat. They were drenched, first from rain, then from snow, and she hated the chill in her bones. "Fancy a cuppa?"

Harry shivered in his wet clothes, eyeing the disaster that was Sarah Jane's flat. It wasn't that she was untidy, so much that her possessions far exceeded the capacity of space. He grinned to himself. Perhaps she thought this place in Croydon was a TARDIS as well. "It's late," he murmured. Ever the gentleman, Harry, Old Boy, he chided himself. "I should be going."

Sarah grinned at thim, and tugged at the lapels of his coat until she had it off him. "No, it's late and you should be staying."

Harry's eyes widened, then a grin brightened his face. She didn't, of course, mean what he'd thought she meant. Sarah was a friend, and while she was an attractive, desireable friend, he also knew she was an unattainable friend.

She kissed his lips softly, and Harry felt a sigh of desire.

Okay, maybe she wasn't so unattainable after all? "Just a short one," he murmered, and kissed her back. After all, it was really beginning to snow out there.

Jackie Tyler/Chrissie Jackson, Andrea Yates/Sarah Jane Smith, Evelyn/Six
Sarah Jane/Andrea - carawj - May. 24th, 2008 01:54 am (UTC) - Expand
Clyde/Luke/Maria - jedi_penguin - May. 27th, 2008 02:38 pm (UTC) - Expand
Ten/Leela - rodlox - Jul. 17th, 2008 12:32 am (UTC) - Expand
Leela/Master - ficciones - Mar. 5th, 2009 05:54 pm (UTC) - Expand
Leela/Torvald - janeturenne - Mar. 23rd, 2011 02:45 am (UTC) - Expand
Romana II/Braxiatel/Narvin/Leela - janeturenne - Apr. 14th, 2011 03:38 pm (UTC) - Expand
Braxiatel/Pandora - janeturenne - May. 19th, 2011 06:44 pm (UTC) - Expand
Narvin/Romana II - janeturenne - May. 2nd, 2011 03:37 pm (UTC) - Expand
Six/Evelyn - jedi_penguin - May. 25th, 2008 08:17 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Jack Harkness/Suzie Costello - rodlox - May. 28th, 2008 06:55 pm (UTC) - Expand
Eight/Charley - jedi_penguin - May. 31st, 2008 12:03 am (UTC) - Expand
Six/Charley - jedi_penguin - Jun. 9th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC) - Expand
Charley/Lucie - amaresu - Sep. 24th, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC) - Expand
Ianto Jones/Romana II - rodlox - Jun. 14th, 2008 11:50 pm (UTC) - Expand
May. 21st, 2008 04:48 pm (UTC)
Rose/Martha - a drabble
“Jack told me what you did; who you are.”

“I told him not to,” Martha says as she busies herself in her office.

“I just came here to say – ”

“If you’ve come here to thank me, then please, don’t bother.”

“You didn’t do it for me, why should I thank you?”

“Then what?”

“Hello, I guess.”

“Hello? Is that it?”

“What else can I say?”

After a pause, Martha says,“You’re shorter than I expected.”

Rose smiles. “You’re everything I hoped he’d find: brave, wonderful... beautiful.”

“He said that, did he?”

“I can just tell,” Rose whispers against her cheek.

Requests: Barbara/Ian, Jo/Benton, Gwen/Rhys
May. 22nd, 2008 01:23 pm (UTC)
“I thought you’d forgot.”

“Oh, so that was why you had such a face on this morning. Not likely to forget our wedding, am I? It was weeks before I could look my mam in the face again. I haven’t been near a chainsaw since.”

“And you obviously wrapped it yourself,” she said, weighing the present in her hands. “Well done you. Did you just use the one roll of sellotape or did you have to go to the shops?”

“Go on and open it, then.”

It’d be a book, she thought. It was about that size, and it was paper for a first anniversary; she’d got him tickets for the rugby semi-final. She smiled at him, at her big, daft husband, and ripped off the paper.

After a moment, when she hadn’t spoken, Rhys moved quietly to her side and put his arm around her shoulders. “I found them on the computer the other day,” he said. “Just silly snaps I took at the reception, but I thought… maybe you’d want that one framed to keep.”

Herself in her wedding dress, creased up in laughter at something Jack was saying into her ear, Ianto smiling at them both with Jack’s arm slung casually across the back of his chair; Owen frozen in the middle of reaching across the table for the last bottle of champagne. And Tosh, the only one of them who’d noticed the camera, smiling shyly out of the picture, looking happier than Gwen could remember.

“It’s perfect,” she said.

Requests: Gwen/Rhys/Jack, The Master (Simm)/John Hart, Clyde Langer/Luke Smith
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Barbara/Ian - minerva_fan - May. 23rd, 2008 03:02 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 21st, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC)
Mickey/Jenny, drabble (100 words)
"So you came here from an alien planet from another universe, another time with just a shuttle?"

"And of all people I could meet right after landing on a new world, I meet someone who has travelled with my dad."

Mickey smirked and shook his head in disbelief.

"Mind me saying, judging on your stories about your travels, it sounds like you missed out a bit. You could see so much more, do so much more."

Jenny held out her hand.

"I’ve got the whole universe and a shuttle that is apparently capable of a lot more than I expected."

Requests: Nine/Adric, Martha/Jenny the maid (from Human Nature), Sarah Jane/Mr. Smith.

Edited at 2008-05-21 06:51 pm (UTC)
May. 24th, 2008 02:59 am (UTC)
Sarah Jane/Mr. Smith
Title: Peak Efficiency

Sarah stretched out in the attic, every muscle aching, every nerve tensed and strained with exhaustion. She had spent the better part of the day lugging junk from the storage unit she'd hired to house Aunt Lavinia's things after her death to the house on Bannerman Road.

"Sarah Jane?" The masculine voice made her jump. The alien computer, Mr. Smith, had been growing, expanding at a rate that might have been frightening had she not already seen so much. He'd taken over her old laptop, then coached through a remedial course in computer technology as he invented himself into a supercomputer.

Each day, he was more than the day before. Each day, he showed another talent, another way to be useful to her new purpose.

"Sarah Jane?"

"I'm tired," she groaned, pulling a cushion from beneath her and covered her face. "I don't care about drivers and hyperthreading and accelerator boards and..."

"You're tired. My sensors have determined you are functioning at only 68% capacity."

"Do they?" She breathed in heavily. "I would have bet no more than 45%, meself. Take a break, Mister Smith." She tucked the pillow back under her head. "The lair is almost finished. I need a break before I install the the cave door for the BatMobile."

"I believe I can improve your efficiency."

Sarah frowned, looking up weakly at the place in the wall her new alien computer friend had appropriated. "What?"

To her utter surprise, Mister Smith projected a beam of pink light towards her. Before she could even react, the light engulfed her and an intense tingling began to spread through her body. Sarah gasped as the pink light penetrated her body, down to the cellular level, injecting her with tiny microbursts of energy.

The pulse ran through her, and she moaned slightly. The sound of her own voice embarrassed her, as did the involuntary writhing. "Damn," she whispered as the light dissipated. She couldn't be sure if she was damning her own reaction, or damning the fact that it ended.

"82%," Mister Smith reported, then went back to his work.

Sarah Jane caught her breath, staring at the ceiling in her wreck of an attic.

Her life was just far too weird for words.

Requests: One/Cameca, Alan/Andrea, K9/K9 Mark 2
K-9 Mark I/ K-9 Mark II - janeturenne - Apr. 9th, 2011 08:27 pm (UTC) - Expand
Braxiatel/Romana I - janeturenne - May. 4th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC) - Expand
Nine/Adric - stunt_muppet - May. 28th, 2008 04:36 am (UTC) - Expand
Ben/Jamie - smallearthcat - Nov. 23rd, 2008 07:27 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 21st, 2008 08:33 pm (UTC)
He's completely normal, a human in the traditional sense of the word, thrown headlong into extraordinary events just like her. He's 100% normal, but he deals with everything that happens to him extremely well. He's brave, intelligent and cute (although she pretends she hasn't noticed that fact, even though everyone knows she has).

He notices that she exists in a way she knows the Doctor never will. He offers her protection even though he has no idea what he's offering it against. All she wants to do is protect him because she does.

He's young and innocent but speaks up for what he believes in. The Doctor is so old and worldly (or more accurately universally) wise, she can see the 900 years of his life in his eyes. In Frank's she sees wonder, amazement, fear and hope.

She has to admit as human males go he's certainly one of the more impressive she's ever met. He isn't the Doctor, but then so few people throughout space and time are. He is special though, in his own completely normal, human way; much like Martha herself is. He may not be the Doctor but he offers her something the Doctor never will- himself and so he'll do because otherwise Martha might drive herself slowly crazy, waiting.

Requests Toaster/Barbara (from Sick Building), Martha Jones/Ross Jenkins, The Rani/The Doctor (Ten)
May. 23rd, 2008 04:05 am (UTC)
He hadn’t heard from her – nor of her – since the Time War. And now, here at Near Enough, the Doctor sees why that is so.

The space station was aptly named: in safe orbit the first stars in all the universe, stars that were only three years old right now. Well, three years after they started burning. Not the neighborhood of the Big Bang – no way to see anything, not that early.

The Rani had manned this station alone during the Time War – defending the dawn of the universe from the Daleks. One woman - one o so glorious woman! against uncounted armadas.

She’d won - we all did, insofar as much as was possible, considering the stakes and the combatants - but the dying Dalek fleet on the edge of this solar system (empty, this early on, without anything local heavier than – not now) had lashed out in its last moment of conciousness… rupturing the station.

The Rani was mummified. The Doctor looked at her, ran one spacesuited hand along the contours of her face, never touching, always a centimeter from her toughened skin. Skin that, in life, was so alive. Not since the ages before the Gallifreyans became the Time Lords has there been a mummy of their species.

“We disagreed from time to time,” he says, not sure why, but it feels right that he do so, “but show me somebody I’ve never disagreed with, and I’ll wager I’ve never met him.” It tugs at his hearts, being so close, and yet so distant. The Rani is borderline dead: finish the job, and she’d regenerate, coming fully to life.

He can’t feel her, can’t sense her presence…but doesn’t dare wake her, can’t bring himself to unleash her upon the universe. If not for recent memories of the Master with the Toclafane, he would. He’d bring her back.

So, not feeling her, he aches.

Request: Donna/Seven, Ace/Ten, Ace/Four
Ace/Ten - carawj - Jun. 3rd, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC) - Expand
Nine/Jack/Rose - allfireburns - Jun. 18th, 2008 08:51 pm (UTC) - Expand
Simm!Master/Tish Jones - flo_nelja - Jun. 30th, 2008 12:41 pm (UTC) - Expand
Maggie Hopley/Tenth Doctor - allfireburns - Oct. 21st, 2008 04:39 am (UTC) - Expand
Harriet Jones/Yvonne Hartman - allfireburns - Dec. 4th, 2008 07:30 am (UTC) - Expand
Maggie Hopley/Sally Sparrow - starletfallen - Mar. 8th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC) - Expand
Donna/Rose - retro_box - Mar. 5th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC) - Expand
Martha Jones/Ross Jenkins - persiflage_1 - Jun. 14th, 2008 07:11 am (UTC) - Expand
Martha Jones/Toshiko Sato - doreyg - Jun. 15th, 2008 01:47 pm (UTC) - Expand
May. 21st, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
Martha/Romana II
Martha gets called in because she's the resident expert on Time Lords in general and the Doctor in particular.

She's able to confirm to UNIT that the alien they've got in the sickbay isn't the Doctor. For one thing she's a woman, and for another she wakes up and introduces herself.

"My name is Romanavoratrelundar," she says, "and you wouldn't happen to know what happened to my planet, because it doesn't seem to be where I left it?"

Martha swallows and tells her the truth. She'd give quite a lot of money to never again have to tell someone that their entire species except the Doctor has been wiped out.

Later, she helps Romana escape using her UNIT ID, a borrowed lab coat and a spaceship that UNIT has been forced to confiscate from Torchwood.

"Come with me," Romana says.

"I can't," Martha can't deny she's tempted, really, really can't deny it. "I've got work, my family's here."

"You did just tell me that my entire species has been wiped out."

"That's emotional blackmail."

"Yes," says Romana, holding her hand out to Martha.

"One trip," says Martha, taking Romana's hand. "Just one trip."

And she really means it. Almost as much as the Doctor had meant it when he'd said the same thing to her.

But there's going to be no sexual tension this time. Almost, probably, definitely not.

Requests: Nine/Donna, Six/Peri, Ace/Mel
Jun. 8th, 2008 12:55 am (UTC)
The Doctor sat up in the bed, interlacing his fingers behind his head. He watched Peri as she prepared for bed.

Peri was watching the Doctor watch her. She sat in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Occasionally her eyes would flit over to the Doctor's in the reflection and she would smile.

“Humans are so vain,” the Doctor observed.

Peri slapped the brush back down to the table. “And you're not?”

The Doctor looked indignant. “How could you suggest such a thing?”

“We both know that the only reason you wear that coat,” she gestured to the multi-colored garment draped across the foot of the bed, “is so that people will look at you. How much more vain can you get?” She picked up a jar of hand cream and opened it, dabbing some on to the backs of her hands.

The Doctor huffed. “Perhaps it's not Humans that are vain, it's just the females of the species.”

“There are an inordinate number of men who would agree with you. However I think male Time Lords are just as much.”

“You don't know any other Time Lords!”

“I've met the Master, and he's just as vain as you are.”

Peri finished rubbing the hand-cream into her palms and arms and walked over to the bed and slid in next to the Doctor.

The Doctor huffed again. “So you've met two Time Lords. That hardly allows for such a gross generalization.”

Peri snuggled up next to the Doctor and sighed. “If we're going to have this conversation every night as I prepare for bed, you can start sleeping in your own room.”

The Doctor stiffened, in more than one way. “I just like a distraction so I'm not so focused on your lack of clothing.”

“You say that every night.” Peri kissed him, shutting him up, just as she had done every night for the previous month.

Sarah Jane Smith/Alan Jackson, Five/Six, Six/Maxil (Arc of Infinity)
Five/Ianto - smallearthcat - Jan. 13th, 2009 07:57 am (UTC) - Expand
Jack/The Valeyard - janeturenne - May. 4th, 2011 01:52 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 22nd, 2008 12:16 am (UTC)
Karl Sadeghi came to his senses slowly and painfully.

The sun was already high in the Hitchemian sky, slanting directly into the apartment. The stuffy heat from the solar gain was only relieved by an open window through which could be heard someone in the street below belting out Va, pensiero in ragtime.

As for Karl, the sensory assault of these combined with the night before had left him not merely headachey but entirely exhausted. He felt as though he’d grappled with a tornado, and the state of his bedclothes seemed to agree. It had been a good party, even if he couldn’t recall some of it.

Almost before he was conscious enough to get up and walk, he’d taken the vague decision to shower, and staggered on still not-quite-cooperative legs across the few steps required.

He had been convinced that the sound of falling water was a trick of his ears. But the shower was already taken. A stranger – no, the violinist from last night – stood under the feeble spray, half-turned away from Karl. He stared, dumbly, his wayward brain thinking of Bach. There was a mathematical rightness to the lean musculature in those shoulders as they worked. Long, sinewy fingers were teasing their way through still-longer hair the colour of cherry-wood, steering it away from a statuary jaw -

The violinist was staring back at him, his gaze unblinking. After a few moments, his expression composed itself into one of wry amusement.

“Karl,” said the violinist, “I thought you made concerti, not overtures.”

Pairings: Two/Jamie/Zoe/Martha, Benton/Yates, Kamelion/The Master (Ainley)
May. 22nd, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)
Rose/Sarah Jane
"Sarah Jane! Sarah Jane Smith!"

Sarah was quite certain she'd never seen this young woman before in her life; not in the flesh, at least. Of course, everyone had heard of Pete Tyler's long lost daughter, who apparently turned up out of nowhere with his presumed-dead wife. It was all over the papers. Might have been worth investigating, if Sarah hadn't been tied up with following that report that there was a colony of Wirrn trying to breed just outside Aberdeen.

Except that the girl seemed not only to know her, but actually to be quite thrilled to see her. She was standing in front of Sarah, blocking the corridor, with an enormous grin on her face and looking much too young to be wearing that suit.

"You're Miss Tyler? I'm sorry, but, have we met?" Sarah held out her hand warily and the girl grabbed it, her smile widening even further.

"Rose. Call me Rose. I sort of, knew you. Once. A long way from here." She looked a bit lop-sided suddenly, twisting her fingers together nervously. "You won't remember me."

If nothing else, her life had taught her to think on her feet. Sarah came to a decision. "That would sound so much stranger if I didn't work for Torchwood. Look, you're the new girl Captain Benton said he'd hired, aren't you? I think you'd better come to my office for a cup of tea and you can explain what the hell is going on, ok?"


Sarah lay with Rose's head resting in the crook of her arm, and their legs tangled together.

"I always knew there was more out there," she found herself saying. "Way back, when I was just a journalist for the local rag, I knew there was meant to be more than that. More adventures. More life. I fell on the leads about Torchwood by accident, except it wasn't an accident, really, because I suppose I'd been looking for it, all along. And then, of course, I started working for them." She stopped and smiled wryly. "Listen to me, reminiscing. I sound about a hundred years old."

"Yeah," said Rose with a hint of laughter behind her words. "You're just a big cradle-snatcher, you are." Her fingers drifted down Sarah's side in a way that made her shiver.

"Don't mock an old woman," Sarah threw back, kissing the mess of blonde hair. She was quiet for a moment, feeling Rose breathe against her.



"The other me. From your world. She got to see the stars, didn't she?"

A long minute of silence passed. "Yeah," said Rose, quietly. "She did. Stars and planets and aliens and all sorts."

"Well I've got the aliens covered, but I'd have loved to see the stars." Sarah knew she sounded a bit wistful. "Whole other worlds..." She tightened her arms around Rose, this girl who had even been born in one of those unimagined places.

"You will, Sarah Jane." There was a strength in Rose's voice that Sarah hadn't heard before. "We're both still gonna have lots of adventures. You'll see."

Requests: Ten/Martha/Donna, Five/Nyssa/Tegan, Sarah Jane/Romana II
Jun. 11th, 2008 01:50 am (UTC)
Sarah Jane/Romana II
Out of You and Me (non-canon compliant for SJA)

"Excuse me," the woman says, standing in the threshold. She is what Sarah Jane would normally describe as 'unassuming,' except for that her next question is, "I wonder if you could tell me who I am," which assumes a great deal. As it happens, most of what it assumes is true.

"You're Romana," Sarah Jane Smith says, and opens the door a bit wider for her. "Why don't you come in for tea and I'll give you the details I'm privy to. I'm afraid none of them include how to pronounce your name correctly."


"That sounds reasonable," Romana admits, watching the steam rise from the top of her cup. "It also sounds like something that man would decide was a good idea."

"Yes," says Sarah Jane, watching her assume: the size of the cottage, the dye in Sarah Jane's hair, the unquestioning faith at the door, and again wishes not quite so much of it was right. "Would you like your watch now?"

Romana smiles unexpectedly. "No."

Sarah Jane takes a long breath in.

"No," says Romana, again, "because from what you tell me, being a Time Lord is a great deal of waste, and from what that man--" Sarah revises this; those capitals were audible-- "That Man tells me, there aren't enough of them." She shrugs. "I'd rather be human. I have a very nice position, you know. UNIT. I'm surprised I haven't seen you around the office."

"I don't work with men with guns," Sarah Jane says, and Romana adds, off-handedly, "besides, I quite like being a lesbian, and from the way That Man looked at me I'm sure that wasn't the case."

Right, Sarah Jane doesn't say. Assume your way out the door. Instead she says, with a little smile into the tea, "What a coincidence."


Neither of them make crude jokes about going to see the bedroom; instead they unpack Romana's bags. For a few days, the Doctor said, just until she comes to her senses. They wait, and smile at each other, and size each other up piece by piece. Romana leans her chin over Sarah Jane's shoulder to help her with the crossword. Not all of her help is accurate.


Sarah Jane hands her the watch, and Romana kisses her, slow and certain, and tucks it back into Sarah Jane's hand. Later she will trace foreign alphabets onto Sarah Jane's skin. What has been lost will lie between them, and will be comfortable, familiar, invisible, assumed and therefore true.

Requests: Martha/William Shakespeare, Fitz Kreiner/Tenth Doctor, John Smith/Seventh Doctor
Martha/Shakespeare - atraphoenix - Jun. 17th, 2008 08:07 pm (UTC) - Expand
May. 22nd, 2008 03:47 am (UTC)
Two Suns

He watches her –
there are two suns rising in her eyes, orange skies and silver leaves

– he can't find the words, not yet.

"Where to next?" He's open and light, and she's looking at him and he knows he must be off.

(off – on – still constructing)

"Your choice," she says. Her eyes say: "what else?"

He holds her –
not yet, not yet, not yet.

"What now?" she asks. "Where we going from here?"

(forward – backwards – repeat – repeat)

"Your heart's desire," he replies, and her smile rebuilds another fraction, another moment in time.

Her eyes are full of questions but he sees the suns and whispers "stay, stay, say you'll stay with me."

She nods. The suns take a breath to wait for the dawn of the new day.

They blow a lot of shit up. It feels good.

He watches her –
maybe the next life, the next grab at the ring, but this one, this one

– he watches her shine and he basks in her glow, refracted.

(right – left – up – up – up)

He still has a soul, he realizes. There are two suns in her eyes –
all the civilizations he has met and loved and destroyed

– and she watches him carefully, and her touch is light and sweet and free.

This is good.

Requests: Turlough/Nyssa, Two/Polly, Tegan/Donna
Jun. 11th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)
“I’m just saying, Doctor, you don’t have to look all rumpled all the time,” Polly said, digging her way through an endless line of coats.

“I like looking rumpled,” he protested. “I should hardly get anything done at all if I had to worry about keeping my clothes neat.” He was beginning to regret showing her where the wardrobe was, because after the initial shock wore off she was completely undaunted by its size.

“The other you stopped a whole great gang of robots and a living computer in one day and he still looked perfectly nice.”

“Did I now.”

“That’s what Ben told me. And he had on a frock coat that fit him right, too.” She pulled a long red overcoat off of the rack, examined it critically, looked briefly at him, then shook her head and dove back into her search.

“This frock coat has survived world wars, I’ll have you know. Can’t say that about just any coat.”

She laughed. “Too bad it looks it, then.”

The Doctor gave her his best insulted scowl, which only made her laugh more. “Come on, Doctor. You looked just lovely when they got you cleaned up at the Colony!”

“They only cleaned us up so we’d be primed for hypnosis, Polly!”

“So you had to muss up your hair, did you? To keep them from taking over your mind?” She stopped giggling long enough to look at him, her gaze drifting upward. “You know, I think that might just be it.”

“What might just be it?”

“Your hair! I’ll just straighten it out; you’ll look better in no time. Hold still…” From one of her pockets she suddenly brandished a comb.

“Oh no no no no.” The Doctor backed away, only to find his back up against the coat rack. “Polly,” he protested, holding up his hands as a last line of defense, “there is nothing wrong with my hair.”

“Oh, stop squirming, Doctor. You know, you might not have known it, traveling in a TARDIS full of boys, but you really do look smashing when you pay a little attention to your appearance.”

“Well, thank you, but –” he dodged as she raised the comb again. “- but I really don’t think this is at all necessary –”

He tried to duck out of her reach once more, but at that Polly placed one hand firmly on his shoulder and (quite unexpectedly) kissed him. This had the unfortunate effect of immobilizing him for a moment or two while he tried to figure out what exactly she was doing.

And it was in that moment or two that Polly discretely brought the comb to his head and began – impressively, considering her obstructed vision – to fix his hair.

Requests: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Bret Vyon (from The Daleks Master Plan), Steven/Dodo, Rose Tyler/Lynda (from "Bad Wolf"/"The Parting of the Ways")
Lynda Moss/Rose Tyler - settiai - May. 27th, 2011 06:00 am (UTC) - Expand
Nyssa/Vislor Turlough - settiai - Sep. 7th, 2008 02:49 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 23rd, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
Liz Shaw/Professor Yana
Liz Shaw is weary. She leans her head against the cool window and her thoughts stray to Earth: of the green hills of England, the sprawling cities, of human music and Margaret Thatcher.

“Doctor Shaw,” he says softly. “May I have a word?”

She gestures for Professor Yana to sit beside her. “Please. And for the last time, call me Liz.”

“We’ve received the confirmation from the government. We’re going to implement your terraforming program on Malcassairo. I wanted to be the first to congratulate you.”

“The Malmooth have agreed?” Her face grows hopeful, then falls. Yana avoids her eyes, unsmiling.

“There’s still no word from the capital city.” A pause. Side by side, they observe the hazy blue-grey planet from orbit. “Doctor—” She raises an eyebrow. “Liz—” He is unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes?” Liz softly puts her hand on top of his.

“I- I’ve been appointed downside. You’re returning to headquarters next morning-cycle.” Yana holds his head with a grimace. “So this is goodbye.”


Liz places a cool hand on his weathered cheek, a tentative kiss on his lips. “You will serve the humans and Malmooth well, Yana. That’s an order.”

Professor Yana’s eyes are glassy, vacant for a moment. “Yes, Doctor Shaw,” he answers, with a bemused smile. “I will obey.”

On the other side of the window, the stars pass judgment on the travelers, unblinking.

Requests: Section Leader Elizabeth Shaw/Scientist!Petra [Inferno], Harry Sullivan/Toshiko Sato, Leela/Mickey
Jun. 15th, 2008 12:27 am (UTC)
She dresses up nice, that Leela does. Mickey fancies her, and not just because she's a distraction of his feelings away from the matter of Rose; no, he likes Leela for reasons that are entirely Leela. And it doesn't hurt that some of the reasons are Leela-shaped.

Mind you, ev'ry now and again, she does something that sparks words of exclamation from him, and she just looks at him, eyes shining with humour and Leela informs him "I am a barbarian.</i>" With a perfectly straight face, she says that.

As they get closer, she tells him about her time travelling with the Doctor -- and Mickey starts to back away, wanting to run, to escape before he gets burned by another woman who was spoiled by exposure to the Doctor.

But she won't let him go, that Leela. Makes it known to him in no uncertain terms, that the Doctor was her past and past alone. Once run through to their completion, loyalties are remembered, not encumbering.

Mickey appreciates that. Leela appreciates the tickling he can do across her back.

Requests: Leela/Seventh Doctor, Leela/Owen Harper, Leela/Benton
May. 23rd, 2008 07:03 am (UTC)
Martha Jones/Donna Noble
It's half-hidden glances and meaningless conversation across the console while he nearly kills them. It's laughing about how hopeless he is, and hugging when they both turn out to still be alive at the end of it all. It's tears and fear and relief and surprise, in quick succession. It's an adventure they weren't expecting to have, but neither one of them is complaining.

It's a fond goodbye, and a promise to stay in touch even if he doesn't. It's feeling like the TARDIS is just a bit too empty when it's just two again. It's putting her engagement ring on the nightstand and closing her eyes to fantasize about someone she's not getting married to. It's confusion and acceptance and all sorts of things that neither one of them can pinpoint.

It's not even the shadow of a relationship, it's not even a flirtation, it's just two women more alone in the world than they'd like to admit, knowing that the other is just as alone. It's imagining that someone who understands more could fill that space, and resigning themselves to nothing more than smiles and camaraderie at the end of the world.

It's everything and it's nothing, and neither one of them can make it anything else.

Requests: Sally Sparrow/Larry Nightingale, Toshiko Sato/Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Larry Nightingale/Mickey Smith
Jun. 15th, 2008 06:54 am (UTC)
Larry Nightingale/Mickey Smith
"Yeah, like, it all just means so much, y'know," Larry says, babbling now, and Mickey's taking it all down, cutting in with, "Yeah, mate, I see you, did you ever see the one on the back disc of Dancing with the Stars," and, well, he'll blame it on the contact high and the fact that Larry kinda looks like a bloke he knew back before Rose, but afterwards Larry always blushes at 3:14 on the playback, and Mickey has one more thing he's never telling Rose about when she weren't around.

Requests: One/Ten, Jenny/Jack Harkness, Lucy Saxon/Harriet Jones

Edited at 2008-06-23 05:30 am (UTC)
Toshiko Sato/Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones - doreyg - Jun. 16th, 2008 07:19 pm (UTC) - Expand
Susan Foreman/Clyde Langer - rodlox - Jul. 17th, 2008 12:19 am (UTC) - Expand
May. 23rd, 2008 07:11 am (UTC)
"Tegan. There's very little other choice here. Either you do this, or Turlough gets thrown in the pit."

"Wouldn't be so bad. Oh, okay, okay, if you'll stop pouting. Honestly, you're like a little kicked puppy. But I promise I'm going to kill you both afterwards."

"Wouldn't expect anything less." The Doctor held out a hanger to her. "Here."

Tegan opened and closed her mouth a few times before she grabbed the garment. "Painful, excruciating, drawn-out deaths," she muttered, stalking off.


"Psst. Turlough. Turlough. You idiot, over here."

"I'm sorry, miss, I'll be whipped if I'm caught talking to one of the – what the hell."

"It was the only way to infiltrate the king's court," Tegan said, pulling on the fabric self-consciously. "The only ones he lets close to the slaves are the harem girls. And you'll keep your mouth shut if you want to get rescued."

"Wait, hang on, let me get this straight. You're wearing a – "

"Shut. Up."

"You're wearing a bikini so you could rescue me. Wait. Did the Doctor put you up to this? I must remember to thank him."

"I'm thinking the Iron Maiden for you two. Together. Honestly, this is the daftest situation you've got yourself into yet, and for how often you get captured and put into bondage, that's saying a lot."

"Hey, that blobby guy is pretty fierce. I saw him eat someone. Well, think about eating someone. Well, look at someone funny. What I mean is, I'm chafing under these restraints. Any chance you've got a knife hidden somewhere on you? Oh my god."

"Brutal, messy, vicious deaths with no funeral," Tegan swore, as she pulled the sonic screwdriver out of her top. "And then I'll salt the earth underneath you just to make sure. Come on, you're free, let's get out of here. And stop staring!"

"It's just that – " Turlough motioned over her shoulder with a flick of his eyes. Tegan turned around.

"Oh, rabbits."

There were three guards aiming very pointy sticks at them.

"Well, come on, you're supposed to do something fancy and brave to save us now!" Tegan said. "I already rescued you once, the Doctor didn't say anything about a second time in the same mission."

"Fancy and brave," Turlough said, stepping behind Tegan. "Yeah, I'm kind of out of ideas at the moment."

"Oh for – " Tegan stepped forward, and aimed the sonic screwdriver at a pile of ropes hanging from the ceiling. They fell heavily onto the guards, along with a couple of sandbags, knocking them out. One of the ropes swung to a halt in front of them.

"Handy," Tegan said, grabbing onto the rope. "You coming with me? The Doctor's on the other side of the pit." She grinned, and Turlough grabbed on.

"That's not the rope," Tegan said, and Turlough blushed. "You idiot," she continued, but with a wink, as she waved the sonic screwdriver and then pushed it between her breasts.

She let loose a yell, then kicked off hard, and they went swinging out across the pit.

Halfway across, Turlough kissed her.

On the other side, she slapped him, and stomped off into the TARDIS.

"Good to have you back, Turlough," the Doctor said, grinning.

Turlough rubbed his cheek. "Just like old times. I'd better make sure Tegan's okay, though. Not sure she can undo that outfit without a little help. She did save my life, after all."

From inside the ship came a loud, frustrated roar. Turlough grinned, and set off after it.

Requests: Benton/Harry, Four/Romana I, Susan/David

Edited at 2008-05-23 07:12 am (UTC)
May. 23rd, 2008 09:07 am (UTC)
Bah, I was in the middle of writing it anyway! ;P

It wasn’t a case of “waiting for the wedding night” because of tradition, or because of moral objections that had fallen out of fashion a very long time ago. No, it was a matter of practicality more than anything else.

London was in ruins, food was scarce, and even with the Daleks gone it wasn’t particularly safe. It was better for everyone to stay together as a group until arrangements could be made for them to get to the countryside. For what seemed like an eternity, Susan and David had to make do with stolen kisses whenever they had a few moments to themselves.

But things progressed, and within a few days someone who had once been a judge was found. They held hands while he said a few words over them and pronounced them husband and wife, to have and to hold from this day forwards. With that ceremony, as legally binding as anything could be said to be these days, Susan traded the name Foreman, which was never really hers anyway, for the name Campbell, which absolutely was. She was sixteen years old, and most likely the youngest Gallifreyan bride in history.

Their friends took pity on the newlyweds and gave them as much privacy as possible, but still the marriage remained in name only. They were young and in love, and romantic enough to want everything to be perfect.

They’d been married nearly a week by the time they made it to Scotland. The farmhouse was grey and dilapidated, and the land surrounding it was full of rocks and debris and some absolutely unspeakable things. But to David, the land symbolised a new beginning, the start of his quest to give back to the shattered Earth. And to Susan, the house symbolised the home she’d been searching for for years.

Only one of the bedrooms had a bed left in it, and even that was uncomfortable and not really big enough for two people. There wasn’t one thing about that marriage bed or what they considered their “real” wedding night that could possibly be considered perfect.

But Mr. and Mrs. Campbell, snuggling together in that lumpy bed, would always believe it was.

Requests: Jack/Mike Yates, Five/Tegan, Six/Peri
Jack Harkness/Mike Yates - flo_nelja - Jun. 22nd, 2008 06:30 am (UTC) - Expand
Three/Delgado!Master - stunt_muppet - Oct. 27th, 2008 05:16 pm (UTC) - Expand
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