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Vicki/Troilus (from "The Myth Makers")
Date: 2008-07-16 08:48 pm (UTC)She lied about her friend Diomedes who was never a Greek and was probably much more than a friend. She lied about knowing what would happen to his people, and lied through omission by not telling his father everything she knew about a fabled wooden horse. She lied about her reasons for wanting him out of Troy on the day that cursed horse vomited fire and rape and murder upon his people.
She lies every day of her life when she answers to “Cressida” rather than “Vicki.”
And then there are the lies that she told him. Private lies and broken promises that never hurt a single Trojan other than him. A promise that she belonged in his time, despite the fact that she still burns like the stars she used to wander. A promise to explain everything some day. (Oh, she explained, but he’ll never comprehend her words and she knew that from the beginning.) A promise that they’d find a new home, a new Troy.
Aeneas doesn’t trust her and doesn’t understand why he stays with her. Troilus doesn't even bother trying to explain it to him.
”But there’s… There’s nothing left.”
“Yes, there is. There’s us.”
She may be a liar, but she tells larger and more important truths than anyone else he’s ever met.
Steven/Vicki, Ben/Polly/Jamie, Jo/Vicki
Romana I/Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Date: 2008-07-19 11:29 pm (UTC)Eventually, she comes to treat the blue box's arrival as a rather ordinary thing. Will comes to her on a ship of enslaved souls, in a flash of green light; the light from the box as it blinks into existence is a pure blinding white, with a curious, sideswept wind. Not so different, really.
Elizabeth thinks the woman inside the blue box looks as human as any other, watching as she first alights from the box, dark hair loose and free in the wind. Later, with Elizabeth's hand pressed to the woman's breast, her heartbeats tell a different story.
"Ribos, Zanak, Earth, Tara, Delta Magna," Romana recites, the words a battle cry that rouses Elizabeth's blood, settled from such long stretches tied to the soil, the sea water that had seeped into her veins slowly drained away. There is a quest: there is an ancient treasure to be found, and Elizabeth is not too old, or too wise, to avoid being swept up in the excitement.
They visit worlds of such strangeness and amazement; of giant monsters and blood red skies, in the blue box that, like Will's heart, is bigger inside than out. Through it all, the adventure and danger and occasional swashbuckling, Romana always holds Elizabeth's hand tight; and when they curl up together, all lips and teeth and fingers, Elizabeth does not feel any shame, or regret.
The world, the universe, as Romana says over and over again, is bigger than anyone can imagine, and there is room in Elizabeth's world for as many mysteries as she can fold over on top of each other, wedged up in her heart that seems to be growing day-by-day.
The blue box blinks into existence like clockwork, every year, at the cliff, facing the endless sea. Elizabeth grows older; Romana does not, or at least, it does not show on her face, her hands, the skin behind her knees or around each pale breast. Romana takes Elizabeth's hands in hers on the ninth year, the year before Will comes back for that one beautiful and terrible night.
"Ribos, Zanak, Earth," she says; Elizabeth knows, and mouths the last two, reciting them by heart. Romana shakes her head.
"Atrios," she says, and her eyes are a conflicting storm of sadness and pure, bone-deep excitement.
Elizabeth takes one hand, puts it on Romana's breast again, feeling the double staccato beat. She wonders when her life became so strange; she wonders what she ever saw in an ordinary life.
"I'm back on course," Romana explains, which explains nothing at all, but Elizabeth understands. She kisses Romana deeply, and stardust lingers on her tongue for days after the box is gone.
The next year, the box doesn't return; she stands on the cliff, hair blowing loose and free in the wind, sees the flash of green light. She wonders if, wherever Romana is, the other woman can hear her heart beating, big enough to love the whole world.
Prompts: Steven/Katarina, Astrid/Katarina, Eighth Doctor/Harry Sullivan
Steven/Katarina
Date: 2008-07-25 10:03 pm (UTC)The second time he’d seen her, he hadn’t noticed her then either. She was his savior, giving him a shoulder and guiding him back to the TARDIS. He was hurt and she was beautiful, the only beautiful thing amongst fire and murder and the ugliness of war. She was too bright for him to really see.
The third time went on for days. He’d noticed her, but not seen her. She was a cool voice and soothing voice. She was his anchor in a sea of sickness, the only thing he could hold on to. She was too solid for him to observe.
And now there’s no time to see or notice anything but Daleks. As Steven runs and hides and does his part to save the universe, he is also consciously not thinking about the dangerous, shiny girl that might steady him and give meaning to a stationary existence.
The fight-or-flight part of him that thinks that he should give in to those thoughts, that life is short and he’ll be sorry if he doesn’t get to know the girl while he has a chance… but that’s just silly. The Doctor will stop the Daleks because that’s what he does, and Katarina is young and healthy. She has a long life in front of her, and if he’s lucky, she might even spend that life with him.
Bret Vyon (from "Daleks' Master Plan")/Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Bret Vyon/Steven, Benny/Karra (from "Survival")
Eight/Harry
From:Harriet Jones/Astrid Peth
Date: 2008-07-21 08:45 am (UTC)That's why she finds herself at this painter's workshop. Artists can see things no one else can perceive, say a few Torchwood reports. Things that can exist, or not.
A nervous young woman comes to her. "It watches us. Sometimes it goes away, but it comes back afterwards. It's alive, I'm sure of it," she insists.
She waves at an empty ceiling; maybe there is something, a halo, an unnatural quality of light, that only a painter could notice.
But Harriet has been told where to look.
She has no idea of the reply a being of light could give, but she has to try and communicate. "Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister. Who are you? What do you want?" She feels the same at each of these encounters, frightened of the unknown, but unwaveringly proud that she's doing her duty.
It's so elusive...but just for a moment she may have seen in this ring of pale light the shape of a young, blonde girl. She can't remember now her clothes, or her face, even less her eyes. So why does she feel like she saw so many things in them? Curiosity, hope, innocence... It's impossible to show with just one look the joy of meeting someone, the sadness of being unable to communicate...yet these feelings are somehow reflected in Harriet's heart, making it sink.
She turns back, looks at those who came with her. Did they perceive
her?
"This matter can be dropped," she hears herself saying. "It's indeed an alien being, but it does not involve any threat." Of course, it's absurd. There can't be certainty about this. Except the one she feels in herself: attacking or rejecting a being who looked at her like that would break her heart.
"Call me in if there are any new developments, though," she adds. She wants to reassure herself so, to convince herself it's a rational choice. Or maybe, she doesn't really wants to drop the case yet.
One last time, Harriet smiles at the flickering light-being, but she doesn't discern anything new.
A few months later, she receives a heavy letter from the workshop; she fears the worst when she opens it. But there's only a brief comment, to thank her for her advice. The creature, whatever it may be, didn't harm anyone, and it no longer comes back.
In the envelope, there is also a painting: only a few twinklings of light on an unremarkable ceiling.
But artists must know how to capture things not anyone can see. Harriet Jones keeps the painting hanging on her wall, at the place where her eyes fall when they seek for light.
Requests : John Hart (from Torchwood)/John Hart (from "The Sea Devils"), Omega/Hedin (from "Arc of Infinity"), Six/Rani/Ainley!Master
Lucy Saxon/Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
Date: 2008-07-25 10:34 am (UTC)Old Friends and Observers (http://stunt-muppet.livejournal.com/82894.html#cutid5), ~1500 words.
Requests: Third Doctor/Delgado!Master/Jo Grant, Tenth Doctor/Silver (From Sapphire and Steel)
Silver (S&S)/Tenth Doctor
Date: 2012-01-31 01:45 pm (UTC)It took a lot to distract the Doctor from a time anomaly, and his head wasn’t an easy one to turn. So why he’d let Silver lead him away from this one, into the opposite end of the building was a good question.
Flirting, I mean, he’d met plenty of flirts. He’d met the galaxy’s greatest lovers and courtesans, and remained unmoved, and he’d managed to try and look disapproving at Jack Harkness most of the time. Even granted that he had a weakness for the subtleties of psychic seduction over the physical, it wasn’t an answer.
“One moment,” said Silver, from the kitchen. He’d led them into one of the empty flats that had probably been locked and then literally vanished into the next room. “I did say I could give you something you wanted, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” said the Doctor, fidgeting. “Er. Yeah.”
It wasn’t even the Element thing. He’d heard of them; met them before – inevitable, given their lines of work – and even he found them a mystery. They, on the other hand, tended to see him as an irresponsible lunatic who went round tearing holes in time. An accusation he refuted absolutely. He knew what he was doing. So, the chance to study one up close, as it were was a… well, okay. That wasn’t it, either.
“And I object,” the Doctor said, belatedly, as Silver reappeared. “I am not a walking trigger, I haven’t caused any time-breaks, and I don’t attract nasties from outside of time and space. Well, not much. Only sometimes, and not today. And I don’t want cheering up!”
“Oh, no, no,” said Silver, passing him his tea, with one light touch of their hands in the process. “You know, your thoughts as regards hot water and a few dried leaves… I’m intrigued.”
“I don’t think about tea in that way!”
“Oh?”
There was rather too much amusement in that one syllable, and suddenly the Doctor was unsure as he looked down at the over-sweet tea that was exactly how he liked it. “And,” he added, “I told you not to go poking around in my mind.”
“You keep shouting,” returned Silver. “I never go where I’m not wanted.” His tone implied that he rarely found himself unwanted.
And, the Doctor continued, it wasn’t even that he didn’t have to feel ancient in comparison to the other. It was a bit hard to tell on brief acquaintance but logic said Silver must be considerably older than him, even if it also seemed that age didn’t apply here and in other ways he was newly minted. It made a change, because usually the only people older than him turned out to be evil from the dawn of time, or a head in a jar.
No, it wasn’t that. The Doctor coughed, and adjusted his tie. “Okay. Silver. The thing is, I can’t help noticing -.” He waved a hand and nearly spilt the tea.
Silver looked illegally smug, but merely raised an eyebrow.
“It’s just, well…” The Doctor gave in as he looked wistfully at the Element’s gloriously red hair. “I’ve always wanted to know how it feels to be ginger.”
***
Gabriel Sanders/Ellie Higson (both from Jago & Litefoot BFAs); Leela/Prf. Litefoot; TARDIS/Liberator (B7)
Nyssa/Suzie
Date: 2008-07-25 06:36 pm (UTC)"Actually, they're not really Yeti," Nyssa replied calmly, tweaking a wire. "They're just robots disguised as Yeti." She was tucked away behind another rock, crouched in the snow, building something out of the contents of her and Suzie's pockets whilst Suzie kept an eye on the robots. Suzie had been scouting around, trying to find out where the Yeti were. Instead she'd found Nyssa, and then both of them had found the Yeti, rather alarmingly, between them and their respective base camps - in Suzie's case, Torchwood's tents, and in Nyssa's, the TARDIS.
"Well," muttered Suzie darkly, "that's all right then. Argh!" She leapt back behind the rock, fumbling for her gun in her snow-gloves, as one of the robot Yeti ("I've got to get a new job," she grumbled to herself, "one that never involves hiding from Yeti on Snowdon,") roared and began stumbling in their general direction.
"There's really no need to worry," said Nyssa, her tone equal parts infuriating and reassuring. She raised the device she'd been building, aimed it carefully and pulled the trigger. Simultaneously, the Yeti all waved their paws, howled and fell over.
A little self-consciously, Suzie put the gun away and tried to pretend that she hadn't been scared. "That's it?" she asked.
Nyssa nodded, lowering the device. She walked over to one of the recumbent Yeti and prodded it with her foot. It didn't move.
"Horrible things," commented Suzie.
"I think they're rather sweet," Nyssa replied. It was beginning to snow again and the flakes were settling delicately in her hair. "We should head back to the TARDIS. The Doctor's will probably have worked out who's controlling them by now, and we can contact your Captain Harkness before he starts wondering where you are."
"Wait," Suzie demanded, "first I want to know how you did that."
"Simple really," replied Nyssa. "I reconfigured the transmitter on your phone to broadcast on the frequency the Doctor told me would jam the instructions that were controlling the Yeti, then all I had to do was rig up something to amplify and direct it. It wasn't that hard," she added, noticing that Suzie was staring at her.
"Just like that?" asked Suzie, impressed.
Nyssa smiled. "Just like that. Now we really should be heading back -”
Suzie kissed her. Her lips were cold and her glasses bumped awkwardly against Nyssa's face, but this didn't stop Nyssa from kissing her back, very precisely, and slipping her cold, bare hands under Suzie's thick winter jacket.
Eventually Nyssa stepped back. Her composure was entirely undisturbed, but Suzie couldn’t say the same for herself. Nyssa smiled again, and this time there was a wicked glint in her eye. "You know, I have a bedroom back on the TARDIS. It's warm, and there's no snow, no Yeti trying to kill us..." she trailed off invitingly.
Suzie smiled back. "Lead the way."
Requests: Eight/Harry, Sarah Jane Smith/Sam Jones, Victoria/Zoe
Susan Foreman/Jacobi!Master
Date: 2008-07-26 07:13 pm (UTC)She was desperately willing to believe that she could find some trace of the person he’d once been. Little Susan - no longer that little, actually - was all too happy to kiss the same man who’d bounced her on his knee when she was a Time Tot, trying to draw out the less than savoury memories as if she was sucking poison from a wound.
The Master had seduced her, luring her into his bed and away from her husband and her life on Earth, yet she refused to consider him a true villain. She was still so deliciously naïve, and it was rather nice to know that some things never changed.
They’d been rather close, back on Gallifrey. He’d never had children of his own, let alone grandchildren (although he’d had high hopes for the future, back then), and had invested a great deal in her upbringing. He’d given the young Gallifreyan her first set of Röntgen blocks to play with, and told her stories of the founding Time Lords, mixing together facts and legends until he came up with a combination that never failed to make her smile.
She’d been so promising. She’d always been intelligent, in fact, and, with her induction into the Academy – all those rules and restrictions! – many years away, she’d been a fresh piece of clay, just waiting for someone like the Master to come along and mould her. Perhaps into his own image, or perhaps into something more.
His little prodigy.
He had told her all about the Prydonian Chapter, stirring her into an excited frenzy while her Grandfather occasionally chipped in with stories of old tutors and childish antics. They’d both agreed that she would be a perfect Prydonian, and little Susan had been all too happy to go along with it. She’d loved them both more than anyone else in the world, after all. She hadn’t even considered contradicting them, preferring instead to drink in their words like a flower soaking up the sunlight.
But then the universe changed its course. It denied Susan her life on Gallifrey, and it denied the Master everything he’d been working towards. His future family. His best friend. Even his beloved prodigy…
Although he hated the Doctor most of all, the Master eventually came to hate her as well. He hated her for creating an unexpected void in his chest with her departure, and maybe, just maybe, because she’d been so happy to leave with her Grandfather while he remained behind.
Susan. Such a ridiculous, such a human name. A character from a children’s book – ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’, or some such nonsense – when she’d always been anything but a child! She could have been so much more! The Doctor had stifled her potential. Allowing her to christen herself so ignominiously was only the beginning. Enrolment in an Earth school had soon followed, along with human companions onboard their TARDIS. What could Theta have been thinking?
The Master came to hate his former friend for that as well. His poor little Susan. She’d always deserved more than the Doctor could give her, and the Master often wondered why he had never noticed as much back on Gallifrey.
He’d been grimly satisfied – and horribly delighted – to learn that the Doctor had eventually left his granddaughter behind as well. It righted the wrongs of their initial separation and, more importantly, left behind a vacuum just waiting to be filled by a knight in shining armour. Although their reunion came many centuries after his reunion with the Doctor, it still wasn’t too late to fix things. The Master had always been good at bidding his time.
He had found her on Earth, with a silly human husband and silly human children. She’d rushed out on to the lawn of her ramshackle little house, eager to see her Grandfather again.
“You came back,” she’d breathed, burying her face in his neck, “You kept your promise!”
“Not exactly, my dear,” the Master had replied, “But don’t worry. I’ll put everything right. You can trust me…”
She could have been so much more, but it wasn’t too late. They were Time Lords, and Time Lords had all the time in the world.
Next: Liz Shaw/Section Leader Elizabeth Shaw ('Inferno'), Suzie Costello/the Rani, Suzie Costello/Toshiko Sato
Suzie Costello/Toshiko Sato
Date: 2008-08-30 10:04 pm (UTC)"Good morning," Toshiko replied softly. She ducked her head, not quite meeting Suzie's gaze.
Suzie smiled, amused at the other woman's behavior. "Is something wrong?" she asked, reaching out to cup Toshiko's face with her hands. She leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, barely holding back a laugh when Toshiko meeped in surprise.
Toshiko managed a weak smile, her face slightly red. "What about Owen?"
"What about him?" Suzie asked, raising an eyebrow. Then she took a closer look at Toshiko's face and shook her head gently. "I thought you had moved past that crush on him."
"I have!" Toshiko protested quickly.
Suzie raised an eyebrow in reply.
After a few seconds, Toshiko's face fell. "Maybe I'm not completely over him," she admittedly, rolling over so that she was staring up at the ceiling, "but that's not what I meant, and you know it"
"For the last time," Suzie said, sighing, "it's just sex. Owen and I have both been with other people. Obviously."
Toshiko let out an unladylike snort, but she didn't say anything.
Shaking her head, Suzie sat up. Then she straddled the other woman before Toshiko had a chance to react. "You have to admit," she murmured, leaning down so that her mouth was beside Toshiko's ear, "I kept my promise."
Toshiko smiled wryly up at her. "I will give you that much," she admitted. "I don't regret not spending the night alone in my flat like I'd planned."
"You didn't do too bad yourself," Suzie said teasingly, nipping at Toshiko's ear. "All things considering."
"Considering it was my first time with a woman, you mean?" Toshiko asked lightly.
Suzie laughed. "If you hadn't told me, I never would have guessed."
Toshiko paused for a moment. "It was odd," she said slowly. "It was like my body knew what to do. Like it wasn't the first time."
Despite her best intentions, Suzie stiffened slightly.
"Still, it was nice," Toshiko continued, apparently oblivious to Suzie's reaction. She gave Suzie a hesitant smile. "I could get used to it."
Suzie managed a weak smile of her own. "That makes two of us," she said softly. "But first, some of us didn't get clawed by a Weevil yesterday and actually have to show up for work at some point today."
Toshiko groaned. "Can't you call in?"
"I'm afraid not," Suzie said, teasing tweaking Toshiko's nose. She doubted her smile reached her eyes, but Toshiko didn't seem to notice. "Cardiff is the garbage bin of the universe, remember?"
"I know," Toshiko said, closing her eyes tiredly.
Laughing softly, Suzie rolled out of bed. "Want me to make you some coffee?"
Toshiko murmured her thanks.
Suzie let her smile fade as she headed toward the kitchen. She couldn't keep this much longer. With Owen, it was just sex . . . nothing more and nothing less. Neither of them had any expectations. But with Toshiko, there was the possibility of things becoming much more complicated very quickly. And Suzie couldn't afford for that to happen.
She glanced at the clock as she started the coffee. There was just enough time for her to drop Toshiko back at her flat and still make it to the Hub on time without anyone being suspicious. Letting out a tired sigh, she reached up and opened the cupboard door. A small bottle sat on the top shelf, completely innocuous unless a person knew what it was.
With the careful precision that come from experience, Suzie put several drops of retcon into one of the cups that she'd pulled out. Then she hesitated. One more drop would mean that Toshiko wouldn't remember anything from the night before. It would be like it had never happened. But if she stopped there, then Toshiko wouldn't forget everything. She'd think it was a dream, a fantasy created by her mind, but she'd remember.
"Maybe next time," Suzie murmured.
Without giving herself time to hesitate, she put in one more drop.
Requests: Astrid Peth/Tenth Doctor, Barbara Wright/First Doctor/Ian Chesterton, Jack Harkness/William Shakespeare,
Suzie Costello/the Rani
From:Gwen Cooper/Carys Fletcher
Date: 2008-07-29 10:28 am (UTC)It's PG-13, post-episode 1x02, betaread by
A story of shopping and naughty thoughts (http://flo-nelja.livejournal.com/168698.html)
Requests : Alice Guppy/Emily Holroyd, Alice Guppy/Emily Holroyd/Jack Harkness, Mary/Toshiko Sato
Clyde Langer/Dodo Chaplet
Date: 2008-08-03 10:20 pm (UTC)Head Over Heels (http://glinda-penguin.livejournal.com/140769.html)
Requests: Donna Noble/Zoe Heriot, Susan Foreman/Iris Wildthyme, Sam Jones/Fritz Kreiner/Charley Pollard
Jenny/River Song
Date: 2008-08-06 06:12 am (UTC)Jenny is all of that and more.
River runs into Jenny in the catacombs of Sibrine Major, and Jenny looks at her like River's the one who doesn't belong.
Jenny fights off tomb robbers, first with hands and feet and a rather unnerving gymnastic ability and then with a gun one of them dropped, and is very careful not to kill any of them, and when they're gone, River can't help but laugh and kiss her, and Jenny seems surprised by it.
River had booked passage on a ship to take her home, but Jenny has a ship, and Jenny offers to take her anywhere she wants to go, with a bright, hopeful, oh so familiar smile, and River couldn't possibly turn down an offer like that.
Jenny's ship is tiny, and there's one bed. They share it, and sleep naked and tangled together, River with the easy comfort of a 51st century upbringing lends, Jenny unthinking and unselfconscious and untainted by any sort of upbringing whatsoever.
River is somehow unsurprised to notice how cool Jenny's skin is, by the double heartbeat she can hear pounding in her chest when they're lying curled together. With all the similarities, now it finally makes a strange sort of sense.
The next time she sees the Doctor, River mentions meeting a girl called Jenny who reminded her of him, and she can't decide whether the look on his face at that makes her want to smile or if it half breaks her heart.
Requests: John Hart/River Song, Donna Noble/Toshiko Sato, Harriet Jones/Rose Tyler
Harriet Jones/Rose Tyler
Date: 2009-06-21 03:27 am (UTC)It had been spring. Eight o’clock on a bright spring morning, over two years since that winter day. It had been spring, new birth, before these measurements and descriptions were made meaningless, before the Earth was moved so very far away from the star it orbited which gave them days and times and seasons.
Now she feels cold. She’d expected heat somehow. A burning bolt of energy, killing every cell in her body simultaneously. After that, she’d expected to be cold, but she hadn’t expected to feel it. And this cold isn’t numbing; it’s biting, sinking its teeth into her flesh and making her bones ache.
She still has senses, senses which tell her that she still possesses both of the aforementioned organic structures. She opens her eyes (still have those) and an intake of breath becomes a gasp. The air is chilled and makes her throat sore.
She’s moving, breathing, feeling, thinking, in what seems to be a corporeal body. The obvious conclusion is that she’s still alive. Logical, but completely nonsensical.
She’d been standing in her home, facing the Daleks, facing death. Now she stands outside, on some kind of beach, and looks out across slopes and towering peaks of ice.
“It’s called Woman Wept.”
She turns, and yes, she has joints - shoulders, hips, knees - and muscles contract and stretch and her body turns.
“What is?” she asks, of all the questions she has.
“This planet,” Rose gestures around them. “Or at least the planet that it’s meant to look like.”
Rose sits down and, after a moment’s consideration, Harriet joins her.
The ice looks real. Rose scratches at the ground, which is real enough to support them, and inspects her fingernails afterwards.
“I’m supposed to be dead,” Harriet Jones tells Rose Tyler, a neat little conversation starter that she hasn’t used before.
“Perhaps,” is the reply. “Perhaps I am.”
Perhaps. The list of the dead from the Battle of Canary Wharf held the name Rose Tyler. Yet here she is.
Perhaps the list wasn’t that wrong. The Rose Harriet had last seen, Christmas Day 2006, shone. Not all of it was reflected from the Doctor. Rose Tyler shone like a star, a sun, warm and bright and blonde, and her petals were vibrant and alive that day, even though they would wither and fall in time.
This is a different winter, a deathly winter, a hard-packed winter that squeezes the world tight as the cracks run together. Always winter and never Christmas.
This Rose Tyler is colder. She’s frozen like the landscape around them, her rose frozen in perfection yet somehow less colourful, and ice is strong but brittle.
She might not be Rose. She might be a reimagination of Rose, a Rose that might be, a Rose that no longer was. Harriet likes to think so.
Then again, she might not be Harriet. Harriet Jones might be dead, should be dead, and she’s merely an echo caught up and bounced between the collapsing universes with delusions of corporeality.
She tries to remember the life that ended. It slips away, hides in the cold and the white and the dark; it might not have been her life. Perhaps her life started there. All she knows now, or ever, is here, Rose.
Rose cries. She says she can’t remember, then she can’t remember why.
Perhaps they kiss.
Perhaps there’s strength and life and warmth and hope in it.
Perhaps it floats tantalisingly just out of reach; if only they fight that little bit harder.
“I’m too old for you,” she tries to say.
“I could say the same thing,” Rose replies.
Perhaps they drown when the ice melts.
Perhaps not.
Requests: Toshiko Sato/Leela, Nine/The Rani, Delgado!Master/Hex
Suzie/Gwen
Date: 2008-08-17 08:48 pm (UTC)Suzie knows how this link works, this golden rope growing from the heart, reaching to the dead. So she just caught it, and now they're linked, heart to heart. Gwen couldn't break it if she tried, but she doesn't, she doesn't understand yet. Poor Gwen.
Suzie doesn't remember it was so sweet, though. Gwen's compassion seems warmer than hers. It's not only about human condition, she really pities Suzie, personally, the poor little corpse.
Gwen is the kind of girl Suzie hates, she would have said not long ago. Too much feeling, too little thinking, and this disgusting happiness without even a goal in life.
But after all, if there is nothing, only the darkness... maybe there's no goal at all. Maybe happy girls who don't think are right, after all. Oh yes, Gwen is the kind of girl Suzie hates.
Suzie had a goal, the most beautiful of all : she would be the one to defy and conquer Death. She had found the only beautiful thing in the alien rubbish, the one humanity had always wanted, the most important.
The one Torchwood always wanted, too, the power to save. Yet, they didn't understand. They didn't see sacrifices were necessary, and Suzie had to compromise with the Death she hated so much, to find a haven and flee from their hate.
She knew it was temporary. They needed her. They'd found someone to bring her back.
And it had been Gwen, with her thread of light pulling her from nothingness, with her sweetly burning soul. She loves everyone and everything, and Suzie just finds it stupid and irritating. But when she feels it, connected to her, each heartbeat, each jolt of affection rings in her like a church bell.
Suzie wants to scream, why aren't you like me a little, even if she wonders secretly, why wasn't I like you a little? But Gwen should have carried on research on the glove! She can love, she can live, she should want so much to conquer death! She should have understood the only thing that matters! She took Suzie's place, and everything, why didn't she take this too?
Suzie resents Gwen so much, for not having the strength to try. Because she is so much better than her, she loves the living and the dead, and she never compromises. She could have made the glove work! She could have given life back forever! Suzie wanted this so much, and Gwen could have managed it, with training... and she would not be dying now, she would have given back Suzie's life without losing hers.
Oh, it doesn't matter, after all, Suzie will live anyway... but Gwen, Gwen ? She deserves death, for not fighting it, it's her fault... Suzie did fight it, in every possible way, so she has no be the one who lives, who never knows the darkness again!
So she carries on, and she fights, and she tries not thinking she's giving Gwen to the darkness. She doesn't want to do it. Even if Gwen is the kind of girl she hates, and took her place, she doesn't want to let her die. She just has to.
She even would have loved it if they could share this piece of life, like now. You don't need a whole life, do you, just a little piece of light, a tiny flame, and even if their heads hurt all their lives it wouldn't really matter.
But you can't be one with another person. You can break the doors between life and death, Suzie knows it now, but you can't just open them a little and take each other's hands.
Yet she tries and believes in it, as long as it is possible, as they flee together, and Suzie supports Gwen up till her last breath and a little after. They could have lived together and conquered death and saved the world, maybe.
And even after, when Gwen collapses, breathless, lifeless, there's still her lifeforce in Suzie's blood. She thought it would break, with only life to comfort her, but it's still here, the ribbon of love and light, so warm and beautiful and sad. There are still these feelings, and this way of seeing the beauty of the people and the world, which are not Suzie's, which are from poor Gwen's little flying soul.
She feels all-powerful then, and she tries to explain, that she has Gwen's heart in hers, that they are forever bound.
But they don't understand, and now she has no haven left.
Requests: Owen/Diane, Ten/Yana
Ten/Yana
Date: 2011-04-09 07:03 pm (UTC)He ought to have known it was too good to be true.
“I’m sorry,” says the Doctor. “I’m so sorry. I have to leave, and I can’t let you remember.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Not for you.”
The retcon tastes like nothing at all, but for months afterwards, Professor Yana finds an inexplicable bitterness haunting his life.
---
Requests: Rodan (from The Invasion of Time)/Zoe Heriot, Eleven/Yana, Nyssa/Nine
Susan Foreman/Zoe Heriot
Date: 2008-08-21 06:33 pm (UTC)“Hello,” she said, holding out her hand to greet Susan, “I'm Zoe Heriot. Astrophysicist, pure mathematics major.” (http://unearthlysusan.livejournal.com/10248.html)
Jack Harkness/Liz Shaw
Date: 2008-08-21 06:45 pm (UTC)Liz’s expression, as she glanced momentarily away from her test tubes, was enough of an answer, but Jack smiled at her with mock innocence, awaiting a reply anyway.
“I don’t think much of Torchwood,” she said tartly, before returning to her work.
“I didn’t think you thought much of UNIT, either,” Jack countered with what he intended to be a disarming sort of grin. Liz merely raised her eyebrows at him.
“Then perhaps I just have a very low opinion of silly little boys who run around England causing chaos, and think calling it ‘security work’ excuses their behaviour.”
Jack grinned. Anyone who called Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart ‘a silly little boy’ was fine in his book. It didn’t matter that she was including him in the statement – even the acerbic Liz Shaw would warm up to him sooner or later.
“So why come and work for me?” he pressed. She didn’t look up this time. Such a shame. She had nice eyes, even when they were narrowed in derision.
“I’m not working for you, Captain Harkness. I’m working for Torchwood.”
She turned round unexpectedly, and Jack dropped his gaze just a moment too late. When he looking up again, with uncharacteristic sheepishness, he was expecting Doctor Shaw to be glaring at him. He’d already been subjected to her formidable glare on several occasions, and had no desire to experience it again. Not when things were going so well.
He certainly hadn’t expected her to be smiling. She looked much softer when she smiled, and her eyes were dancing with laughter.
“Call it an experiment, if you will,” she smirked.
And, for the first time in a long time, Jack Harkness was genuinely lost for words.
Next: Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart/Jack Harkness/Liz Shaw, Susan Foreman/Maria Jackson, Romana II/Toshiko Sato
Anji/Harriet
Date: 2008-08-24 03:41 pm (UTC)Harriet picked up the paper with a look of deep disgust on her face. "This is a philanthropic organization, Miss Kapoor. We don't have thousands of pounds to throw around on bits of alien space junk. Oh yes, I know it's space junk you've scavenged. I've seen a few aliens in my time."
Anji laughed. "Haven't we all? It's still three thousand, though."
"Special discount for the former Prime Minister?" Harriet sighed as Anji just grinned. "So the position no longer commands respect with our nation's young adults, I see."
"I've met a few Prime Ministers in my time," Anji said, shrugging her shoulders. "And presidents and kings and more than a despotic tyrant or two. Happens when you travel through time and space with a man who, despite all his protestations to the contrary, has a bit of an authority kink."
Harriet frowned. "Quite likes overthrowing duly elected authority as well, I should say."
"Well, you know. He's a hippie. It's a thing. He has to have some flaws. Hey, that's better. Smiling suits you."
"Miss Kapoor," Harriet said again, "I have two thousand with me, and enough to buy you a drink. Will that do?"
"Keep your money," Anji said, with a smile. "I was just winding you up. I'll have a glass of red, though."
*
"Margaret Thatcher," Harriet said, with as much calm dignity as she could muster, "was a groundbreaking but very misguided woman."
Anji sighed. "We'll never see another like her. Pour me another glass."
"You've had four already, Anji," Harriet said, patting the other woman's hand gently.
"You've had five!"
"I hold my liquor well," Harriet said, hiccupping softly.
"You know who could hold her liquor? Good old Maggie. She drank me under the table in Dublin, after she'd got British money back in British hands."
"So, about the new carbon footprint reduction plans," Harriet said loudly. Anji groaned, and signalled for the waiter.
*
"Prime Ministers who can hold their liquor, or not quite, as the case may be," Anji said, licking her lips appreciatively.
Harriet looked up with a start from her position between Anji's legs. "You did not - tell me you didn't - "
"Authority kink," Anji said. "I'd have gone for Tony Blair when we met him, but he's just not my type."
Harriet nodded. "Bit of a weedy looking man, really."
"Now Pitt the Elder – far more handsome than history may have suggested. He – oh, there."
*
"Now listen," Anji said, combing her hair with her fingers as Harriet put on a bathrobe. "The Doctor wanted you to have those connectors, but he also wants you to be careful. He couldn't tell me too much, but he said it would be important in the future. He thinks so, at least."
"Something the Doctor doesn't know? Fancy that."
Anji smiled. "He's not a god. But he has been playing with his timeline a lot lately. And I think he's sorry, even if he's not sure what for yet."
"How - " Harriet started, looking confused. "You've got an earlier one, haven't you. How does he know about what he'll do in the future, then? How does he not stop it from happening?"
"Did you know," Anji said, zipping up her boots, "that we visited an alternate universe with no soft serve ice cream? Socialist to boot, but it was the lack of soft serve that really rankled."
Harriet shook her head and smiled. "How awful. Just tell me you weren't interested in Saxon. I couldn't bear it."
"Not a chance," Anji said, grinning. "I'm not actually evil, you know!"
"Just a bit wrong-headed about economic policy; well, we can live with that." Harriet put a hand on Anji's shoulder. "Do take care, won't you?"
"And you," Anji replied. "That's some serious equipment you're working with; keep yourself safe. Britain might need you again, you know. The world, come to think of it."
"I'll try," Harriet said, and a moment later, she was standing alone in her doorway, watching Anji stride off into the night. At the end of the street, Anji turned, and raised a hand in salute; Harriet raised hers back, and held it in the air until Anji disappeared from sight.
Requests: Fitz/Anji, Eight/Anji, Ace/Hex/Seven
Bessie/Gas Pump
Date: 2008-08-27 12:09 pm (UTC)She loved her Doctor, or so she thought. He’d even do nice things for her, wash her, which was extremely pleasant and made her purr with pleasure.
Sometimes he’d take her out to the country for a ride and have a picnic with her, sometimes he’d bring friends. Or, he’d surprise her with a gift. More power, more speed, more fuel.
That last she enjoyed very much. She’d sometimes pretend it was her Doctor instead, but the feeling of having something moving deep inside her and filling her up felt wonderful.
Sometimes she thought that it wasn’t the Doctor she loved, but the gas pump, which gave her the fuel she needed to run.
Yet again, it was always the Doctor who held the pump as it filled her.
After the Doctor regenerated it was the Brigadier (sometimes it was Benton) who took her for a spin, and she realised that no matter how much she liked the Doctor the gas pump, as it slipped inside and begun to shoot out its life giving fuel, would always warm her up inside in the good way. The last thing she needed was to overheat.
She’d make sure to shine just a little brighter in the sun, just so someone would take her out so she could go see her lover.
Requests: Donna Noble/Fourth Doctor, Martha Jones/Face of Boe, Jackie Tyler/Howard
Gwen Cooper/Owen Harper
Date: 2008-08-27 11:20 pm (UTC)Owen wrapped his arms around her, his free hand brushing lightly over her bare stomach. She shivered, barely holding back a groan of pleasure. He took advantage of that moment to nuzzle her neck, his hand moving slightly downward.
"Yes, it's work related," Gwen continued, trying to keep focused on the phone call. Hoping that Rhys wouldn't hear the breathlessness in her voice, she attempted clearing her throat. "Baby, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
The moment that she heard his acknowledgment, Gwen turned off the phone and let it drop to the floor. Owen laughed as he planted a kiss on her neck. "That was subtle," he said dryly.
Gwen grabbed his head, pulling him toward her and kissing him as she turned around. She shot him a mock-glare as she pulled away. "You're a bastard."
"You already knew that," he shot back. He grabbed her, pulling her close to him as he pressed his lips against hers.
Panting as they broke for air, Gwen gestured toward the bedroom with her eyes. Owen nodded a second later, and they stumbled toward the door.
Gwen gasped, her back arching as Owen tightened his grip on her arms. "Yes," she murmured. "Oh God, Owen."
He grunted in reply, a low moan escaping his lips as Gwen shifted under him. Beads of sweat were gathering on his forehead.
"Owen," she repeated, her voice louder. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily.
She heard him make a strangled sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob. He whispered something that sounded like "Katie," his voice so soft that she could barely hear him. Before she could think about it, though, she felt his lips on her skin. "Gwen," he said, repeating her name like a mantra as he kissed her breasts. "Gwen, Gwen, Gwen."
A wave of pleasure rushed through her, and she stopped thinking altogether.
Letting out a soft sigh, Gwen opened her eyes. It was obvious from the pale light streaming through the window that it was still early. Smiling a little, she reached across the bed to find . . . nothing.
She sat up, startled into full awareness. "Owen?" she questioned, resting her hand on his side of the bed. The sheets felt cool to the touch. "Are you here?"
There wasn't an answer.
Frowning, Gwen looked around. Her phone was sitting on the table beside Owen's side of the bed, a piece of paper resting under it. She rolled over so that she could reach it, nimbly grabbing the note.
Left for work.
- Owen
"He could have at least woken me up," Gwen grumbled, pushing herself into a sitting position. She ignored the hint of betrayal that tugged at her heart - she had absolutely no right to feel that way, and she knew it. Shaking her head, she picked up her phone and dialed her home number. Rhys would be expecting her to call.
Requests: Jack Harkness/Owen Harper, Eighth Doctor/Leela/Romana II, Mickey Smith/Rose Tyler
no subject
Date: 2012-12-16 03:09 pm (UTC)It is just after the new Doctor’s second visit to Gallifrey that the trouble begins.
“Romana,” says Leela, as they snuggle a little further into the covers.
“Hmmm?” asks Romana, in the sleepy, vague way she only ever has about her after a particularly productive hour in bed.
“Did you ever meet my Andred? The first one, the true one?”
~3300 words (http://janeturenne.tumblr.com/post/38040891961/happy-yuletide-ladyromana) [Mod: if non-LJ links are a problem, just let me know and I can repost this to my journal]
Requests: Bernice Summerfield/Narvin, Ninth Doctor/The Master(Jacobi), Iris Wildthyme/Jo Grant
Jack/Martha - R rated
Date: 2008-08-31 04:30 pm (UTC)But still, he’s waited. He’s very good at that now.
“Jack,” she breaths as he continues to stroke her, to tease her. She shouldn’t be here, she knows that, she has Tom now. But she’s remembering her first night back after that year because in some ways that was the most difficult of them all.
He stops. She looks up at him, questioning.
He lies on top of her, spreads her legs and enter her slowly. She brings her knees up towards her chest so he can touch her deeper, so deep now, in fact. She claws at his back and whispers his name over and over, matching each and every thrust.
She comes quickly and he follows soon after. He stretches out next to her and she’s laughing because not only has she remembered this perfectly she has totally relived it and now... Now, she wants to make it new.
“Do you want to sleep?” he asks her.
And she says, “nuh huh,” and then kisses him because she can’t remember this part at all.
+++
For centuries he has lived, and waited, but mostly lived. Sometimes he feels like the Doctor: a man who has lived different lives but all in one go; and he thinks, if it wasn’t for the Doctor, he’d never have got the chance.
Then there’s Martha: another reason to thank the Doctor; and now she lies in his bed, making the tiniest of sounds as she sleeps next to him.
She’s dreaming, he knows.
He leaves her because she wouldn’t want waking: she prefers to remember.
He goes back to sleep thinking that she’s a lot like the Doctor too.
Jamie/Steven
Date: 2008-09-01 06:17 am (UTC)After fifteen minutes of searching, Jamie is about to give up on finding something suitable to read when he sees a slim book tucked in between two thick, dusty tomes. The book has no title, and when he opens it to a page in the middle, Jamie sees hand-printed words on the page. He recognises a number of the words and ends up taking it with him as he goes back to his room.
Opening the book once he gets settled in, Jamie struggles to read the few words on the first page: 'Journal of Steven Taylor'. He eventually realises what the book is and has a momentary attack of conscience about reading someone else's personal thoughts. He decides that it'll probably be all right; he can read a little bit of it and stop if it gets too personal.
As he begins to make his way slowly through the first entry, Jamie gets to a line he didn't expect but most likely should have. 'And then I met the Doctor.' Jamie knows that the Doctor must have travelled with others before he came along, but it's still a bit of a shock to have evidence of such. He is intrigued by the chance to read about someone else's experiences with the Doctor, though.
He reads far longer than he should, although he only gets through the first entry in the journal. Still, he is impressed by the man who wrote it. Jamie is quite sure he never would have made it, imprisoned all alone for two years.
He is tired after the work he put into reading, and as Jamie lies down, his last thought before sleep claims him is of Steven.
*****
Jamie continues to get better at reading, and Polly, who has been his primary teacher, is surprised by how quickly he is improving. "You're doing very well, Jamie. Have you been practising?"
"Aye, I found something to read in the library."
Polly looks pleased at this, and Jamie is very glad he put in the extra effort.
Of course, he is glad he put in the effort for other reasons as well. The more he reads of Steven's journal, the more he finds himself interested by the other man. From the outset, Jamie can tell how brave Steven is, and how much he cares about the Doctor and Vicki, the girl they were travelling with.
Jamie finds himself as enthralled with Steven's thoughts about the Doctor, Vicki, and later, Dodo, as he is with the adventures they had together. In a way, he almost feels like he is getting to know Steven through his words, and he thinks that he shouldn't be getting so attached to a man he has never met, but somehow he can't help it.
*****
He realises later, when he is reading further into Steven's journal to inspire confidence in his own abilities after a spectacular failure to be useful to the Doctor in defeating the latest menace and thinking how much he wishes he was more like Steven, that he may just be a little bit in love with someone he'll never meet.
Requests: Adric/Jamie, Ben/Steven, Steven/Turlough
Sarah Jane/TARDIS
Date: 2008-09-11 08:32 pm (UTC)She's probably just being silly, but she thinks it likes her. It's always easy to find the rooms she needs, even when she's sure they weren't there yesterday, and when they've been on an escapade and she walks back into the control room, there's a sense of warmth, of coming home, that she's never felt anywhere else, even with her aunt.
***
Some days she talks to the TARDIS. Her self who never pretended to be Aunt Lavinia and never seized the chance to creep into an old police box knows that she's being daft, but that person is a long way away now. Harry's gone, and the Doctor is so hard to talk to at times. Not, she hastens to add, her palm flat against the wall, that the TARDIS would be her last choice of conversation partner, but in her world, you didn't really think to talk to machines.
She thinks that maybe she feels a shiver in her fingertips, like a tiny electric current, and she's almost sure she can hear laughter in the back of her mind. Strangely, it sounds rather like the Brigadier.
***
She dreams of the voice still, sometimes, all these many years later with her life so different from the things she'd imagined for herself then. The whispering song filters through her mind while she sleeps and she wakes up thinking she can fly.
"Can you contact her?" she used to ask K9 on those mornings.
"Negative, mistress. The TARDIS is superior technology and does not wish to communicate with this unit."
So she knew he'd tried at least. Maybe he could hear her too.
***
It's a morning after one of those dreams that she wakes up to the sound of materialization; so familiar that she's standing at the back door in slippers and pyjamas before her eyes are fully open. She waits, and eventually the door opens but no one comes out, so she crosses the garden and goes inside.
"Doctor? Donna?" She wonders what face he'll be wearing this time, and almost simultaneously realizes that she knows he isn't there. The song in her dream was cold and empty.
"You've come for me, haven't you?" she says into the echoing space, running her fingers over the edge of the control panel. "Come on." The lights on the instruments flicker and dance. "Let's go and find him."
The door shuts behind her and her head fills with stars as the time rotor begins to move.
***
Requests: Charley Pollard/Leela/Romana II, Ace McShane/Mel Bush/Seventh Doctor, Ace McShane/Sarah Jane Smith
Sarah Jane/Brendan Richards (from K-9 and Company)
Date: 2008-09-24 03:03 am (UTC)What's beige and brown and green and red and yellow and purple all over? (http://birdofmytongue.livejournal.com/617.html)
Requests: Chrissie Jackson/Sarah Jane Smith, Fourth Doctor/Luke Smith, Captain Marissa Magambo (Turn Left)/Sarah Jane Smith
Peri Brown/Adam Mitchell
Date: 2008-09-25 06:22 pm (UTC)Pairing: Peri Brown/Adam Mitchell
Rating: PG-13 for some bad words
Summary: The drunken ramblings of Peri Brown and Adam Mitchell
Written for
“He wasn't always like that you know?” Peri said as she pulled herself upright in the booth again. She'd been having trouble sitting up straight for the past half hour, but she hadn't given up the fight yet. Unlike her drinking partner who had propped himself up against the wall.
“Unlike what?” Adam questioned as he took a sip of his drink, “A complete wanker?”
“I wouldn't have put it that way, but yes.” Peri frowned at him, then at her glass, then at the bottle before giving in and pulling herself over to the wall as well. “When I first met him he was the kindest man I'd ever met. Me and Erimem used to tease him about it. He'd never have just left me. He'd never have left you. Not like that.”
Adam grimaced and snapped his fingers twice. He no longer found the sensation of the panels in his head opening weird, but he was still afraid he'd forget it was open and a bug or something would fly into his brain. “What happened then? I shouldn't have to worry about bugs flying into my brain. It was a mistake. An honest mistake.”
Peri nodded at him as she tipped the last of the bottle into her cup, “When I first met him he'd have forgiven a mistake. Or at least have fixed your head. I thought he would have still done that even after he changed. Clearly I'm wrong though because I'm here aren't I?”
“Changed?” He didn't say anything else for a second as he held the empty bottle up to a passing waitress. “So what changed him?”
“Death. He died, but he didn't die, but he did because he wasn't my Doctor anymore. Thought he was, but clearly he wasn't.” Peri giggled bitterly into her cup before sinking down to lay on the bench.
“So he died, but he didn't die and that made him an asshole?” Adam took the new bottle from the waitress in exchange for some money and set about refilling his cup. “That makes no sense you know.”
“I know.” She held her cup above the table for Adam to fill, “One minute he was all nice and beige and crickety and the next he was loud and multi-colored. Only the multi-colored came later, after he changed. He liked words. Big words, small words, non-words, ishes. He once made me go to a conference about words. A dictionary conference. It was the words that tricked me. Made me think he was the same.”
They drank in silence then until the bar closed and they were forced to stumble out into the street. “Is my forehead closed?” Peri looked at the offered head very carefully before nodding and almost falling over. “Oh good. Sometimes it isn't and that always causes problems.”
“Not always.” Peri pulled him over to lean against the wall, “I wouldn't have met you if I hadn't noticed it open. I'm a good thing.”
Adam nodded at that. She was a good thing. Peri was nice and hadn't screamed at his head. “You didn't scream at my head. Most people do.”
“I've seen scarier things. Thanks for buying me drinks.” She looked a bit lost then before smiling up at him.
“I should get you home. Where do you live?” he asked as he dug around in his pocket for cab fair.
“No where,” she gave that bitter laugh again. “I'm in the wrong country, thirty years into the wrong time zone, and I don't have any local currency.”
“Come on then,” he held the money up triumphantly and used her to support his way over to a cab. “I have a couch. It's a good couch.”
“Couch it is.” Her voice rang with false cheer as she slipped into the backseat and scooted over. Her eyes shinning brightly before she turned to look out the window. The ride back to his place was quiet for the most part. Peri continued to look out the window, her reflection in the glass showed silent tears streaming down her face.
It was with some hesitation that he reached out and touched her shoulder when they arrived. He carefully helped her out of the cab and once again used her for support to walk to the door. Once inside they made it to the couch before Peri started crying full force. Her tears had the same bitter sound to them as her previous laughter. He held her close as she cried hating the Doctor a bit more every time she questioned why he'd left her.
Emily Chaudhry/Jo Grant
Date: 2008-09-26 03:35 pm (UTC)"Miss Grant?"
"Yes?"
"Captain? Sergeant? Corporal?"
"Nope."
"Brigadier?" she threw out helplessly. Miss Grant shook her head.
"Just plain old "miss", I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint you. And call me Jo; everybody does. Well, except the Brig, but he's the Brig, you know? Is he still in charge here? He's a dear fellow, and I'm sure he'll get us out of this."
"The Brig? Miss Grant, my name's Brigadier Chaudhry. I'm in charge here."
"Oh!" Jo put her free hand to her mouth and Emily could see the edges of her grin around it. "I am sorry! Well," she started fiddling with her hair, a look of amused concentration on her face. "We'll just have to get ourselves out of here, won't we?" She held her hand out, triumphantly, a hair grip between her fingers.
"Um," said Emily.
"We'll probably have to rescue the Doctor as well..." (http://community.livejournal.com/trap_one/8222.html)
Approx 970 words.
Requests: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Emily Chaudhry, Emily Chaudhry/Liz Shaw, Eighth Doctor/Mickey Smith
Astrid Peth/Mike Yates
Date: 2008-09-26 09:13 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, he could imagine the rest of that conversation all too well. Yes, his tip-off about the meditation centre had proved useful, but even Sarah Jane Smith would think he’d gone mad if he started talking about ethereal females who appeared on his lawn in the middle of the night.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Mike put down the phone without dialling, and walked back into the living. The woman – Astrid Peth, she’d called herself, a citizen of a planet he’d never actually heard of – was sitting on the couch, staring in fascination at the cup of tea he’d made her. She seemed fascinated by a lot of the perfectly ordinary things in his cold little house. He couldn’t imagine why, although he also couldn’t work out why he’d invited her inside, so it probably didn’t matter all that much. He simply hadn’t had the heart to turn her away. Where could she have gone? She looked like a spirit, and her attempt at an explanation made about as much sense as a ghost story.
Maybe she was a spirit, actually. His time at the centre had been marred by his suspicions. He hadn’t learnt any of the techniques he’d been supposed to learn, but he’d overheard many conversations about the spirit world, and Astrid could have been a manifestation of any one of them.
(Sacred guardians probably didn’t wear boots like hers, though.)
“I’m sorry about intruding,” she said, when he stepped back through the doorway, “I don’t usually stay in one place for so long…”
Was he supposed to be honoured? He’d been a UNIT Captain once. He’d been a hero once. Now he was nothing. Now he was alone. He deserved it. Regardless of his motives, he’d been a traitor. The kindness the Brigadier had shown him had been too much, far too much.
“It’s quite alright,” he assured her, “Would you like another cup of tea? That one must be cold by now.”
“Cold?” She blinked glittering eyelashes as she turned to look at him, and waved a hand through the cup. “I don’t think that matters. I can’t really feel it.”
“Can you feel anything?” he asked, sitting down in the vacant armchair. He couldn’t help himself, and, fortunately, she didn’t seem to be particular hurt by his bluntness.
“Oh, some things,” she said with a dismissive shrug and a wide smile. “I travel the stars, you know. I’m always travelling.”
“Don’t you get…” he paused, searching for the right word and settling on: “Tired?”
“Don’t you? You live here on your own, and you’re so serious! What do you do for a living?”
“Well, I used to be a soldier,” he said, after a moment of struggling through his own astonished silence.
“And now you’re just waiting for something else to happen? I spent my whole life like that. Waiting.”
“Are you happy with what you’ve found?”
She smiled sadly, and he could see his pastel wallpaper through her insubstantial cheeks.
“Oh, I’m happy enough. I always wanted to see the stars…”
“Like this?”
“You can’t live your whole life wondering what might have been.”
“Are you lonely?”
“Only as lonely as you.”
“Very lonely, then.”
They both stood up at the same time, too quickly. Astrid’s cup of tea spilled onto the carpet, and he wasn’t sure which one of them had knocked it over. It must have been him, but he couldn’t work out why he was suddenly so close to her.
“I’m going,” she whispered, and she was fading even as she spoke.
“You can’t.”
“I can. I’m stardust, remember?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget,” he said, laughing because it was so much better than crying. He reached out a hand, touching her ghostly cheek, and she turned to kiss his palm with lips that weren’t really there. Her touch felt like a light breeze, or the whisper of silk.
“You know,” she said, very quietly, “We don’t have much time, but I think we have enough. There’s an old Stow tradition…”
Next: Mike Yates/Liz Shaw, Astrid Peth/Princess Astra, Mr Copper/Harriet Jones
Mr.Cooper/Harriet Jones
Date: 2011-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)Bayldon Cooper stand at Harriet's grave a lump in his throat placing flower's on her grave it had been year's since she passed but he still remembers everything about her the way she talked the way her eye's showed what she was feeling and well everything.
flashback
life was still good for Cooper he indeed have clouths to wear food to eat and able to play the bills but one he did not have friend.then he ran in to her Harriet Jone's former prime minster after their talked and find out
their name's he invaded her over so Cooper for some odd reason told him his story "wait you know the Doctor! 'Harriet said her eye's wide he nodded "do you " she nodded and told the story "but that
doesn't seem like the Doctor" Harriet nodded "yeah I know and I still stand by my action today" she looked at him you probably what to abandoned me" Cooper was shock at this he shake his head "no no!"
he said "you are the most lovey woman I ever mat" Harriet blushed "thank you Cooper" suddenly their got closer and kissed.
their dated after that and it was wonderful but all good things most come to the end when the Daleks came Cooper hide in his basement remarkably the Daleks didn't find him when it was over
he came out and searched for his girlfriend but couldn't find her anyway she wouldn't even answer her phone then he ran in to him The Doctor bringing up the topic of Harriet Jone's the Doctor's eye's
flashed a saddens that is when he know it was bad new's.Cooper leaned down to Harriet's grave "it had been year's Harriet" he said his voice cracking with tear's "but I still remember it like it was yesterday."
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Tegan/Marriner
Date: 2008-09-26 10:42 pm (UTC)When Marriner appears in her sleep, with his serious face and hopeful expression, she has to stop herself from saying "Oh no, you've come to bother me again."
She's not obliged to hold back, since it's a dream. Except that... do you know when you are dreaming? Usually not. Rabbits! It means it's probably a questionable idea to offend a being with godlike powers.
"Tegan," he whispers, bowing before her, always exquisitely polite. She would certainly like these manners from a human suitor, but the suspicion that he took the idea from her adolescent daydreams spoils pretty much all the good in it. "May I talk to you?"
She shrugs. "Why not? Say what you want, and it'll be finished at last."
"You know what I want." Yet he doesn't need insisting to repeat, on one knee. "I want your mind. Please."
It's so absurd and wrong and ridiculous that it could almost be touching. She could point sarcastically that he's supposed to be a godly thing, and get prayers, not to mention steal the energy from them. But it's too much of a sensitive point.
"I'm the last person you should ask," she snarls. "I've already been possessed, and I loathed every second of it !"
He seems surprised at first, but doesn't object at all, just murmuring "You're really like no one else." Of course, he could believe the most incredible truths; he knows everything she thinks. Which, even if it can have its practical, or even nice sides, is globally a nightmare, Tegan's sticking to it.
Marriner's face is still confused, though, when he protests his intentions, like a gentleman charged of shameful motives. "No! It's not like this! I love your mind so much, I wouldn't erase or lessen the slightest thought! Or else it would already be done! I like when you're happy!"
"Too bad. Because it's more likely to happen when you're not near me."
"But we would be the same person, Tegan. Your feelings and dreams and desires, our minds linked, with my powers! You'd be my light, I'd be your strength."
She's not even tempted. Absolutely not. Anyway, how could someone keep feelings and dreams, with immortality and all these powers ? He'd be able to trample on them without even noticing. Thinking about it, maybe it could be the only reason to forgive him his insensibility, and even being such an oaf. Maybe it's an unavoidable consequences of what they are.
Except that, it she was to forgive him, she could pity him, and she doesn't need this at all.
So she resorts to sarcasm again : "Eternity must be a pathetic place, if its inhabitants can desire so much the body of a girl. Don't worry, you'll find better responses to your so tempting proposals elsewhere."
He still doesn't answer to mockery, though it would make things so much simpler, if he got angry! "You're mistaken. I want no one else. Eternity would be wonderful without the memory of you."
"So, you discovered how is it when things come to an end, good. Welcome to the human world!"
"It's the end of something indeed. I see you now for the last time, Tegan. The White Guardian only gave me this night, for the help I gave you, and I am nor permitted to interfere in the physical world."
Has she seen him so sad before? She doesn't think so. Eh, she shouldn't have compassion left for immortal beings; some need it more. Some who died before Marriner, without him showing a sign of regret. He cheats, if he begins to be vulnerable too! How will she keep him a grudge, then?
She even asked the Doctor, who said nothing could be done! Also, her mind is hers alone! There is no other way, so she has no reason to feel guilty, especially since he doesn't reproach her for anything. Oh, how infuriating he can be!
"Too bad for you!" she says, but she has no anger or joy left in her voice.
He kisses her hand "Farewell, Tegan. Your words were harsh, but your thoughts were sweet, and your pride to be yourself burns like a bonfire. I have no regrets."
She could say the same. She's just not sure she could think it hard enough.
Requests: Four/Rani, Orcini/Bostock (from "Revelation of the daleks"), Romana I/Princess Astra
Princess Astra/Romana I
Date: 2011-05-19 10:19 pm (UTC)Just after her regeneration, Romana looks at herself in the mirror, and smiles.
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Requests: Professor Yana (from "Utopia")/Third Doctor, Four/Romana I/Romana II, Liz Shaw/Zoe Herriot
Myfanwy/TARDIS
Date: 2008-10-03 03:10 am (UTC)She was curious. It was rare that any creature surprised her and she relished the moment. She was ruler of the air, yet she had not seen this new creature moving along the ground or flowing in the sky. It had come from somewhere beyond her sight.
The new creature had a beautiful song. The sound played in her head over and over, remind her of past days even though it was unlike anything she had ever heard before. She felt the urge to brush against the being, offering herself to it even though she somehow knew it would not give her any hatchlings. But her mate had been gone so long . . . surely a new nest was not a possibility for her anyway.
A loud mixture of sounds - all of them harsh and unfamiliar to her - filled the air. The small ones were back. She watched carefully as they made their way to the creature's side. They were not prey, then; offspring seemed the only other option. Yet they looked nothing like the one she had been observing. The object of her attention was unique in every way, beautiful and mysterious, but they . . . they looked like the small pests that ran from her shadow. Larger, yes, but similar.
The loud cry from earlier rent the air, causing her to shriek in pain and confusion as she reeled back. That sound was one of pain. The lovely song was fading, pulling away from her. Blindly she flew from her perch, aiming herself in a downward direction. She could feel it leaving her; their connection was shattering.
Stretching her claws, she reached wildly for the sky-colored creature. Her talons hit nothing but air as the last remnant faded away, leaving nothing but air behind.
With an angry shriek, she pulled out of her dive and instead headed upward. The song was gone, replaced with an empty silence. She was so consumed with anger and hurt that she didn't notice the biting taste in the air until it was too late. Her trees disappeared in a momentary flash of pain, delicately carved towers replacing them.
Screeching, she spun around and around in midair. Then she paused, her gaze focusing on a high tower. It shone with the light it captured from the sun. There was something . . . .
It was the song. The sound was softer, faded - it was an echo of the one she had heard. But it was there, calling to her. It made her feel complete.
Her forests all but forgotten, she set off. She couldn't make the other wait. It was there somewhere, waiting for her.
She only had to find it.
Requests: Diane Holmes (from "Out of Time")/Jenny (from "The Doctor's Daughter"), Gwen Cooper/Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith/Rhys Williams
Lucy Saxon/Tish Jones
Date: 2008-10-03 03:44 am (UTC)Waiting for Tomorrow :: (~1000 words)
Requests: Eighth Doctor/Romana II, Frobisher/Kamelion, Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness/Tenth Doctor
Eighth Doctor/Romana II
Date: 2009-02-13 09:28 pm (UTC)Staring death in the face here in the rain, with her hair plastered to her scalp and her heavy robes weighted down with water, she's never felt so utterly useless. The staser falls from her numb fingers; "Oh, go on, do your worst," she says, jerking her chin up with a pride she does not feel, and the ring closes in around her, laser spears levelled at her head and hearts--
A recognisable whirring sounds at her back, building and fading with a resonance that makes her teeth ache with its familiarity, and Romana cannot help but smile.
The TARDIS door creaks open--Romana doesn't dare to turn and look--and the Doctor says, voice measured and curious, "Dear me, did I come at a bad time?"
There is a great deal of shouting and ominous shaking of weapons but it doesn't matter now; before she knows what's happening he has his arm about her waist and is pulling her back protectively into the range of the TARDIS's shields, breath hot against the nape of her cold neck. "All right?" the Doctor whispers in her ear, backing them both up against the TARDIS door, and she puts her hand over his where it still grips tight over her ribs.
The leader spits, pacing outside the shield's circle. "That's a pretty penny you've lost us, boy," he says, his mechanical eye flaring with blue light as his fingers flex on the grip of his spear. "We don't think much of folk who take the bread from the mouths of our children."
"Bounty hunters?" the Doctor says, not a little disappointed, moving himself and Romana back through the door. "How postively mundane, Romana. I'm sorry to interrupt this charming little party, but the President and I have somewhere to be--"
He shuts the door tight on their protests. Romana peels off her robes and leaves them lying in a wet heap of fabric on the floor before she moves to help the Doctor at the console; she shivers in her damp gold gown. "Your timing could do with a bit of work, Doctor," she says, watching as his hands fly, and he looks up from his work and smiles, light from the rotor reflecting the drops of water caught in his long eyelashes.
"I'm trying to do better," he says, and with a final flick of a lever they're off; Romana lets her fingers fall away from the switches and he comes around to her side of the console, leaning against it with a troubled look on his face.
"We need to talk, Romana," he says, and she nods wordlessly, slides her arms around his neck under the collar of his coat. He breathes in shakily, then drags one hand up her arm, wrapping it around her upper arm with his thumb pressing into the hollow of her elbow; another shiver, not of cold this time, runs down her spine. "You have to know there's a traitor on the Council; that's how you ended up on Dac."
"I had wondered," Romana says drily, shutting her eyes briefly against the memory of waking up in the rain, a piercing pain like white lightning at the back of her head; it hadn't been pleasant, and nor had been the last two days on the run from the mercenaries sent to kill her... She shakes her head and says levelly, "We'll take care of them, Doctor. I promise you that."
The Doctor's voice drops to a hoarse whisper. "I was barely--you nearly--"
She rubs her thumb along his jaw. "Doctor," she says, and kisses him into silence.
Requests: Romana I/Jackson, Ross Jenkins/Charley Pollard, The Master/Tegan