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whoniverse10002008-05-19 03:22 pm
settiai) wrote in whoniverse10002008-05-19 03:22 pm
Fic Post
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Grace Holloway/Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart
The cell is tiny. The bunk-beds that they’re chained to take up most of the room. In the circumstances it might be expected that they would take advantage of the brief moments of privacy to rest in separate beds. They do not.
She curls tight at his side, the serge of his uniform solid and reassuring under her broken fingers. Listening to his tales of plans and schemes, talking together of a girl walking the earth and a foe they both know well dancing blindly towards his doom. They do not speak of the horrors they endure in this aerial prison, nor the dark stain that is spreading across his uniform despite her careful bandaging. His breath is growing increasing laboured and she can feel the deep burn of infection in her side and leg. The compulsive shakes come more often now, and the hand gently stroking her hair brings little respite.
She focuses on better times. Remembering secret meetings deep in the jungle, back then the Amazon rainforest was one of the few places that the Toclafane couldn’t penetrate Flora too dense for those flying monstrosities, fauna too aggressive for their human foot soldiers. Hope and spirits had been high back then, rumour came from South Africa about a lightning strike that might bring them all the answers they needed, and a girl already more than half myth was arriving with a tale to tell, and the need for a better cover story. Plans are being formed and schematics drawn up, so she steals moments away from the bustle to talk with the young woman about field medicine. The tension seems to seep away in those quiet times and they can both pretend that Martha’s an ordinary medical student preparing to go off on voluntary work with Médecins Sans Frontières. He enjoys watching Grace play teacher, much as he values her strategic thinking, he never feels he’s doing his job right if his medical officers aren’t getting to do theirs. The storyteller moves on, and the mood darkens, especially when scouts into Nauta bring back news of Japan’s fate. Soon enough they have other things on their mind, the soldiers come, with an army of flying horrors that not even the jungle can keep at bay.
She feels his hand still in her hair, coming to rescue on the grubby shoulder of her once pristine white coat.
“Cheer up, Dr Holloway, at least we’ll always have Peru.”
She knows what he’s not saying, and she’s unsure whether she wants to laugh or cry with frustration at his stubborn, old-fashioned pride. Instead she does neither, simply plays along with his transparent ploy.
“Here’s looking at you Brig.”
His laughter is quietening, chest no longer rattling and gurgling. The poisons cease to flow through her circulation, halting their steady advancement on her heart. They sleep soundly in spite of their injuries, they have a better comfort than knowing this too must pass. They know the truth. All this will never be.
Requests: Donna Noble/Ace McShane, Liz Shaw/Third Doctor, Ninth Doctor/Grace Holloway
Liz Shaw/Third Doctor, "Under Another Moon"
Under Another Moon
A few years after Liz left UNIT, the Doctor showed up in her lab at Cambridge, as tall and white-haired and dapper as ever. "I think I owe you a trip in the TARDIS for putting up with all my nonsense," he told her, and though she protested that she had her own work now and no time to waste, she took his hand. "Just one, then," she said.
He took her to an alien planet, a quiet wilderness of shining blue-green trees under a giant blue moon, where meteors fell much brighter and thicker than they were ever seen on Earth. Together they climbed to the brow of a hill where the forest stopped for a space and the land fell away, slanting sharply downward to the gleaming forest lands below.
Liz stood at the edge of the hill, staring over the rustling trees. Behind her he spread out his cape on the ground, like a picnic blanket, and came to stand close behind her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked proudly.
"Yes," Liz agreed. "It's stunning."
"It's supposed to be very romantic," he said - a bit diffidently, but his hands were on her shoulders. She could feel his breath in her hair.
Liz turned around. What the hell, then. No time like the present. "It is," she said, and kissed him.
He took the kiss hungrily, returning it, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her hands were already between them, unfastening the frogs of his jacket. One of his hands slid under her hair, cupping her neck, and the cold touch of it made her gasp; his other hand was at the zipper of her dress.
He broke the kiss and pulled back, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry, did I--are you sure--"
"Sure!" she laughed, incredulous. "I've been wanting this ever since I met you!" She stretched up to kiss him again, interrupting his quiet smile, and he unzipped her dress decisively while she finished unbuttoning his ruffled shirt. His cool hands moved down her back, unfastening her brassiere, as she stripped both shirt and jacket off his shoulders, together with his braces.
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Afterward, they did it all over again, lying on his cape in the alien moonlight. He told her with a mischievous smile that his double vascular system gave him extra endurance, and when after a time she lay drained and laughing underneath him in the thoroughness of her pleasure, she had to admit he was right.
Requests: Liz/TARDIS, Three/TARDIS, Three/Liz/TARDIS... shush, you. o_O