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"It'll be three thousand for the connectors," Anji said, pushing a piece of paper across the table.

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

Edited 2008-08-24 15:41 (UTC)

*bangs head* I'll get it right this time...

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

"No, no, don't wait up for me." Gwen pursed her lips together as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. "Rhys, I mean it. I'm not sure if I'll even make it home tonight. Something important's come up."

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

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart's hand slipped down to rest on his gun. Again.

"Sir," Benton muttered warningly, "someone would notice if you shot him, even if he is with Torchwood."

"They would have to find the body first," the Brigadier shot back, his voice not nearly as quiet as the sergeant's.

The Torchwood agent in question looked up from the file he had been studying - or so he claimed. It looked as if he was busier studying Miss Grant than the paperwork, in Alistair's opinion. "Talking about me," the man asked, grinning broadly at them. "I'm touched."

Jo giggled.

The Brigadier shot her a disapproving look, and she quickly stifled her laughter. Then he turned his gaze toward the American. "Mr. Harkness," he said dryly, "that much is quite certain."

Benton started to cough, a sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter, while Jo went off on another giggled spell. Harkness simply snorted and shook his head, a rather impressed look on his face. "It's Captain Harkness, actually," he replied. Then he paused and eyed the Brigadier speculatively. "Of course, you could always just call me Jack."

It wasn't until Benton said "sir" rather sharply that Alistair realized his hand had drifted back down to his gun.

Chuckling, Harkness pushed his chair out from the desk he'd been sitting at. "Don't worry, Brigadier. I've found all the information I needed on the Axons."

"You're leaving already?" Jo asked, her face falling. "I was hoping you'd stay long enough to meet the Doctor. He's due back soon."

An odd expression flashed across Harkness's face for just a second. It was there and gone so quickly that the Brigadier almost thought he'd imagined it. Only the startled expression on Benton's face, proof that the other man had noticed Harkness's reaction to the Doctor's name as well, kept him from doubting what he'd seen.

Harkness grinned, the last vestige of the strange look disappearing. "I wish that I could stay in your lovely headquarters longer," he said, grabbing Jo's hand and kissing it. "Unfortunately, my ride back to Cardiff is probably getting impatient."

"Then perhaps you should be leaving," the Brigadier said. He suspected that it sounded a little to eager, but he couldn't quite be bothered enough to worry about it. Harkness had turned the entire building upside down the moment he had walked through the door, and things had yet to return to normal during the four hours he'd been inside UNIT headquarters.

"Can't wait to get rid of me, huh?" Harkness asked, shaking his head. His smile didn't waver. "Well then, I guess that I better get going. I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

Harkness brushed past him, and Alistair jumped slightly when he felt the American pinch his ass as he walked by. His hand immediately dropped toward his gun again, but by the time he'd spun around Harkness was already halfway out the door. The man didn't even have the decency to hide his laughter.

The Brigadier reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Sergeant Benton?"

"Yes, sir?" Benton asked. His face was unusually blank, though his eyes were sparkling with barely restrained mirth.

"If you see Captain Harkness coming through the doors again," the Brigadier said tiredly, "shoot him."

Benton coughed. Pointedly.

The Brigadier sighed. "Point taken," he agreed reluctantly. "Next time, simply shoot me."

Requests: Astrid Peth/Donna Noble, Jenny (from "The Doctor's Daughter")/The Master (Simm), Ace McShane/Erimem/Hex Schofield/Peri Brown

When Suzie opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Toshiko staring at her with an expression on her face that looked like it fell halfway between embarrassed and terrified. "Morning, Tosh," she said with a yawn.

"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,

He runs his finger over her clit and she whimpers. Oh, that sound, he thinks. He’s waited well over a year to hear that sound from her. Well, a year, a month or two, it’s all relative when a year of your life has been taken away from you.

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 is getting the hang of reading, finally, and he wants very badly to practice on his own so he can keep improving. To this end, he finds the TARDIS library, intent on finding a book he can practise with. Unfortunately, as Jamie looks over the shelves of books, he realises that most of them are going to be far too complicated for him to read. Titles like Lehninger Principles of Biochemistry convince him of this rather quickly, since he doesn't even understand those few words.

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

Turlough looked up when his door opened, not even trying to hide the startled expression on his face as Nyssa hesitantly stuck her head in. "Is this a bad time?" she asked warily. [...]

New Possibilities :: (~1200 words)

Requests: Ace McShane/Astrid Peth, Martha Jones/Mickey Smith, Ianto Jones/Owen Harper

The TARDIS is alive, Sarah knows, in some way that's almost beyond the edges of her ability to comprehend. It has something that she calls a voice, a song, but only because she hasn't any other words for it. She hears it in a way that doesn't involve her ears, or any other senses that she knew she had before.

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

So, if I understand this properly, the Doctor is the boss and the pilot, but he sometimes takes passengers?"

"That's it."

"And where do you travel?"

"Oh, here and there in time and space... often Earth, unfortunately."

"Hey!"

"Most boring planet in the whole universe."

"Not everywhere! Even though... judging by the places I went to, maybe... okay, it is. So, how do you get to board with him? Do you have to pay or something?"

"I can't believe it. Where are you from? Oh, Earth, of course. No, he only travels with people he likes."

"It would be so cool if I could come! He seems interesting. And funny. Besides, he's hot."

"Hey..."

"Oh, don't take it badly. You're quite good-looking, too."

"Guess that makes three of us. And don't take that as a compliment or a proposal. It's just a fact."

"Okay, I won't thank you then. If you insist. So I guess you find the Doctor hot, too. As a fact, I mean."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Oh, nothing. Only that the way you look at him could mean something."

"I'd like it if you didn't claim to know me better than I do!"

"Fine, you're the expert. By the way, since you've known the Doctor for a much longer time than I have: which does he prefer? Men or women?"

"To the best of my knowledge, neither."

"That's impossible! No one is like that!"

"He's an alien, miss know-it-all!"

"And? Aren't you one, too?"

"Not the same species. There are more lifeforms in the universe than you could possibly imagine."

"Oh."

"So, don't start figuring..."

"You know, there's one thing I remember very well from school. Nothing works better than the experimental method."

"Should I be afraid?"

"In short: as soon as we find a quiet place, I kiss him, then you kiss him, and we'll see which he likes better."

"That is one of the stupidest plans I've ever..."

"Okay, you can be first if you want. You were here before me."

"That's not what I meant! Just... it's ridiculous!"

"But it could work. So, why not try?"

"You're really something else."

"I know. Oh, I hope it's a compliment this time!"

***

As they soon found out, the Doctor had no clear preference for men or women.

He had one, though, for enthusiastic and bold people. At least, he did after the initial surprise, shock, embarrassment, and confusion went away.

Peri and Turlough didn't find any grounds for complaining there.

Nor did the Doctor, by the way.

Requests: Black Guardian/Turlough, Black Guardian/White Guardian, Omega/Five

Too long for a comment post--

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

Clocks in at about 2523 words.

“What's happening?”
“There's another TARDIS materializing-”
“-in the same spot we are.”
“That's absurd.”
“Don't you have some sort of defense-”
“-something to stop this from happening.”
“Of course there is!”
“It's not working.”

She woke up to a the smell of a hospital. She hated that smell. There was nowhere else that ever smelled like it. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked around. There was a row of beds on both sides of the room. Her bed looked to be in the middle. Carefully she pulled back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “No slippers. What kind of hospital doesn't leave you slippers? Am I just supposed to walk around on the cold floor?”

“You're not supposed to walk around at all.” She jumped at the new voice answering her question. Turning she saw a nurse walking towards her. Least she thought it was a nurse. It had a certain nurseiness about it. As much as a giant mantis could anyways. “You've been unconscious for three days. We were beginning to worry about you.”

“What happened?” She tried not to panic. “Where's the Doctor? Where is this place?”

Breaking Pieces

Headhunter/Karen, Lucie/Karen, Lucie/Headhunter

Edited 2008-09-24 23:13 (UTC)

Title: Bitter Laughter, Bitter Tears
Pairing: Peri Brown/Adam Mitchell
Rating: PG-13 for some bad words
Summary: The drunken ramblings of Peri Brown and Adam Mitchell
Written for

the_randomiser

“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.

The day that the new headquarters were overrun by large, lumbering creatures that fitted the description in the files of something called Ogrons that she wished she remembered more about, Emily found herself sitting in a cell, her right arm handcuffed to a young woman in an extremely short skirt, who seemed to know a hell of a lot about UNIT.

"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

Edited 2008-09-26 15:35 (UTC)

“You know, it’s polite to ask before chaining someone up. I’m generally pretty flexible, but…”

He trailed off. The woman on the other side of the room – the laboratory – wasn’t listening to him anyway. He tugged half-heartedly at his bonds, but the chains merely rattled unpleasantly against his wrists.

She’d come through the Rift a few hours before, and Jack, being Jack, had decided to wine her and dine her instead of imprisoning her in a holding cell. She’d seemed harmless enough, just a frightened woman with a broken spaceship, and taking her at face value had been the first of many mistakes.

Allowing her to refill his glass had probably been the second one. He’d tasted the arsenic in the wine, but by then it had been far too late. She’d stood over him while the world dissolved into darkness, and she’d laughed.

“Such a shame to dissect you,” she reflected, stepping across the room and running a red fingernail down his cheek. Jack tried to pull his head away, but he was still struggling to focus on life. His body came back quickly, but his consciousness – his sense of self – took a little longer to follow. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if it would be able to come back at all.

“Then don’t?”

“You are an anomaly, Captain Harkness. I want to find out how that happened.”

“I was resurrected by a human with the power of a god and the ability to end the Time War,” he said acidly.

She laughed. “The Daleks were wiped out centuries ago.”

“What?”

“There was a war,” she explained, patiently, “My people destroyed them.”

“Your people? The Time Lords?” She nodded, and he laughed dryly. “The Time Lords might have destroyed the Daleks, but they died in the process. Gallifrey is long gone.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, sharply.

“I don’t care. It’s true.”

“Gallifrey can’t be gone,” she growled, but she looked suddenly pale and uncertain. She wasn’t sure.

“Did you run?” His voice was suddenly gentle. The Doctor had only spoken about Gallifrey once, but the wave of melancholy which had passed across his face had remained etched in Jack’s memory for a long time afterwards, and the ghost of it was flickering across the Rani’s face.

Jack imagined her features softening further as she stepped forward to undo his bonds with gentle hands. She would cry, of course, and he would comfort her. After that, things would be different. Anything could happen.

“Run?” She laughed at him, too harshly, and the spell was broken. The flame of empathy flickered and died, and she was his enemy once more. It was probably easier that way. “I am a scientist, not a warrior. I do not fight.”

“Not even for your own people?”

“They were never really my people. I was an exile.”

“Like the Doctor? Like the Master?”

The Rani, filling a syringe with something dark and viscous, nodded.

“He’s dead, you know. The Master.”

Jack was in this predicament because he’d been foolish enough to offer help to a stranger who didn’t deserve it, and he fervently hoped that words could wound deep enough to temporary assail his own pain. Unfortunately, the Rani seemed amused rather than upset, tapping the syringe with a red painted fingernail before turning her head to give him a dazzling smile.

“That’s never stopped him before.”

“It hasn’t stopped me, either,” Jack snarled, pulling at the chains.

She laughed again. “Oh, Captain Harkness! I think I’m going to like you.”

Next: Ace McShane/Martha Jones, Nyssa/Toshiko Sato, Liz Shaw/Saxon!Master

“Hello, Sarah Jane? It’s Mike. Mike Yates. I think I’ve found something else for UNIT to look into. There seems to be a woman made of stardust standing on my doorstep.”

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

Tegan is used to nightmares. But she believes there are worse things than violent visions of reptilian monsters. For example, awkward dreams.

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

The pteranodon that would one day be called Myfanwy settled on her perch, eyeing the odd creature belong her with interest. It was the color of the sky late in the day, before it darkened and the night came into power. It had appeared in that spot earlier in the day, its cries echoing through the jungle. Several small creatures had emerged from its bowels only to disappeared into the trees - she could not tell if they were children or escaping prey.

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

Edited 2008-10-03 03:17 (UTC)

Once upon a time, Lucy had loved him. He had promised her the world - the entire universe. And that was exactly what he had given her. The Toclafane were their children, eager to earn their parents' approval. She had danced as the Earth burned and the human race was brought to its knees, laughing with excitement the entire time. [...]

Waiting for Tomorrow :: (~1000 words)

Requests: Eighth Doctor/Romana II, Frobisher/Kamelion, Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness/Tenth Doctor

Fitz grinned despite himself as he walked off the stage. His guitar hung loosely at his side, and it felt right to let the room's applause wash over him. It was just a part-time gig, an occasional song or two at a fairly nondescript club in London, but he had to admit that he always felt more alive after playing. [...]

A Face in the Crowd :: (~1600 words)

Requests: Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart/Third Doctor, Hex Schofield/Martha Jones, Jackie Tyler/Pete Tyler

The Master couldn't help but feel a perverse pleasure at the reaction his entrance caused. [...]

At the End of all Things :: (~1000 words)

Requests: Ben Jackson/Harry Sullivan, Fifth Doctor/Tenth Doctor, Jackie Tyler/Sarah Jane Smith

“That was a crime” Suzie breathes staring at the woman calmly holding a gun and then at the body on the ground and finally back at the woman “why?”

The woman shrugs “he was being threatening towards you.”

“While I appreciate your...”

“And he had been following me, I don’t like people following me.”

“Ah” a brief silence in which Suzie’s eyes creep back to the body and her thoughts turn to the knife in her bag, she was only planning to use it of flies… But that body does look rather tempting… But…

The woman smiles at her coldly and takes a step forward, placing something into Suzie’s hand “here’s my card, I think that we may need to compare notes.”

And then the woman is gone.

Suzie waits for a moment and then takes a step towards the body….. Waste not, want not after all… As mother used to say.

She’s so caught up in her fascination that she doesn’t even notice the soft sound of a skip in the next alley over fading away.

Requests: The Rani/The Master (Simm), Alan Jackson/The Tenth Doctor, Romana I/Victoria Waterfield

The first time the world tries to end when she’s in America Maria’s first thought is spent on wondering why it took so long… She’s Nineteen, starting university and growing quite bored with the normal everyday life.

It starts with a pendant around a girls neck, it ends with said pendant destroyed in a fire, a lot of running and a rather tired looking blonde trying to organise matters and not blow up at people.

Maria feels for her, indeed felt for her the moment she crashed into Maria’s life and now spends her time bringing Romana cups of coffee and trying to organise ways to keep the presence of a strange woman in their house a secret from her father.

“I need an assistant” Romana sighs after one particularly crowded day.

“I’ll help” is out of Maria’s mouth before she can think, but at Romana’s faintly pleased smile and the thought of a endless life in the slow lane any doubts fall away from her.

And the pendant is only the beginning.

Requests: Andred/Susan Foreman, Toshiko Sato/Luke Smith, Zoe Heriot/the TARDIS

The TARDIS fascinates him, she’s so… Different, so otherworldly, so complicated compared to the simple mechanisms around him… From the moment they first brushed he had been obsessed, enamoured… After all, she was no normal creature at all.

Mr Smith fascinates her; it has been so long since she has communicated with anything like her… And the suddenly here he comes into her existence, with intelligence, charm and a sense of dedication tempered by a desire to do things his own way… From the moment he had first contacted her she had been enamoured, near obsessed… After all, he was no normal creature at all.

“…Doctor, what do those codes mean?”

“Honestly Luke, you’re better off not knowing.”

Requests: Ben Jackson/Jenny, Polly Wright/John Hart, Romana II/Third Doctor

'Oh, you're BRILLIANT! Really, you are BEAUTIFUL! what species are you? No! Wait, wait, don't tell me! You and the ship are connected, aren't you? And the ship, it's part organic, part machine, isn't it? What's the word? Oh come on, what is it? Wait, wait, wait, ch ch ch, I'll get it! BIOMECHANOID! That's it, isn't it? Ingenious, really. Absolutely beautiful. But can you move from there? How do you get out?'

'I don't. You are quite right, Pilots and Leviathans are bonded when both are old enough. I cannot leave this den and I am dependent on Moya for food, air supply, everything.'

'But why? Why do that? What's the point? What's in it for you or, come to that, for the ships?'

'It is not a path many choose. There are wild Leviathans, but not many, and not all Pilots choose to bond with a ship. You see, Leviathans are happiest when they are serving others, with passengers, a crew. People to look after and care for. As for Pilots, well...For some, it's a guaranteed, continuous source of food. For others, a chance to travel.'

'I like a bit of travel, me. Broadens the mind. And you? Which is it for you?

'I wanted...to see the stars.'

The Doctor reached out his hand and stroked the creature's cheek, gently.

'Yeah. So did I.'

Requests: Five/Emma Peel (crossover with 'The Avengers'), Romana II/Benny Summerfield, Romana/Rani/Iris Wildthyme

Edited 2008-10-08 09:15 (UTC)

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Anji/Harriet

Bessie/Gas Pump

Gwen Cooper/Owen Harper

Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart/Jack Harkness

Suzie Costello/Toshiko Sato

Jack/Martha - R rated

Jamie/Steven

Nyssa/Vislor Turlough

Sarah Jane/TARDIS

Peri/Turlough/Five

Sarah Jane/Brendan Richards (from K-9 and Company)

Charley/Lucie

Peri Brown/Adam Mitchell

Emily Chaudhry/Jo Grant

Jack Harkness/The Rani

Astrid Peth/Mike Yates

Tegan/Marriner

Myfanwy/TARDIS

Lucy Saxon/Tish Jones

Fitz Kreiner/Ninth Doctor

Eighth Doctor/The Master (Jacobi)

Suzie Costello/the Rani

Maria Jackson/Romana II

Mr. Smith/TARDIS

Ten/Pilot from Farscape