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Ace/Martha
"I could murder a drink. Is your shift over? Want to go to the pub?"
Martha finds she has a terrible, burning desire to say I saw you die.
She remembers a woman who grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of a motorbike on the outskirts of Edinburgh in the early days. They drove for twenty miles, thunder in their ears and the ground shaking under their feet, before Ace pulled over in a deserted field.
"Cloaking device on the bike," said Ace, by way of greeting, fast and practical. "I know you've got one too, but you could still get blown apart. Sarah Jane told me you'd come this way. You're hard to track down, Martha Jones."
She grinned, and it was beautifully unexpected. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Martha felt herself grin back.
He broadcast it live. He did that with all of the companions he caught. He wanted me to see.
It was Ace who got her across the North Sea and into Scandinavia. It was Ace who saved her life again in Copenhagen, and in Bruges, and in that village in Andalucia. It was Ace who kept her sane, while she learned how to cope with the devastation all around them.
It was Ace who hadn't made it into Egypt.
And here she is, leaning on Martha's desk in the bright new UNIT office, with her jacket slung over her shoulder. She looks younger than Martha remembers her.
He wanted you to scream, but you wouldn't.
Martha leans forward and kisses Ace on the lips, to both their surprise. "Yeah," she says, smiling. "Let's go."
Requests: Ace/Rose, Harry/Martha, Jo/Sarah Jane
Jo/Sarah Jane
She turned up not two hours ago, just AFTER the world went mad (and you've seen Slitheen and warriors from outer space and evil fizzy drinks, you know all about mad), looking a complete mess. A tiny, blonde, complete mess that came charging up to the attic, completely ignoring Mr. Smith and all the weird alien stuff as if they were the kind of thing she saw all the time, flung her arms around Sarah Jane and kissed her, right on the lips.
"I thought you might've died too!"
And Sarah Jane didn't even look embarrassed, she just hugged her and rubbed her back a bit and said "It's going to be alright, Jo. I'm not quite sure how yet, but we'll see what we can do to make it alright. Shall I make us a cup of tea?"
And then she took Jo the tiny blonde mess's hand and led her back downstairs, as if Luke and Clyde and me weren't even there. Just like that.
Requests: Romana II/Leela, Nyssa/Adric, Six/Romana II
Romana II/Leela
Honestly. She’d probably done it simply to annoy Narvin. She was over-thinking the whole thing. Which wasn’t like her at all. The only thing she was sure of was that it hadn’t been because she really needed a bodyguard. Though if that were true she could probably, no, definitely trust Leela more than any member of the Chancellery Guard Braxiatel might appoint to the task.
*
She finds, after a frighteningly short while, that Gallifrey is changing her. She feels as if Gallifrey were a priceless piece of amber that is cooling around her, freezing her with it as it does. As though the more she tries to shape it, the more it shapes her. She had hoped that she could change things, do some good with all she had learnt. But Gallifrey is so old now, stiff and brittle, unbending, like old wood that could be snapped by the wind of too much change, too fast. She finds herself hardening as she freezes and as she hardens it feels as though parts of her are cracking. Her novel lies abandoned somewhere in K9's memory banks. She cannot seem to find time for such things any more. And it is when she finds these things that she is glad to have asked (begged?) Leela to stay because only with Leela does she find that she is able to soften, even a little. It is Leela's arms she finds herself in at the end of most days, Leela's kisses that smooth over the cracks a little.
And even though not such a long time ago she found the idea so ridiculous she realises that just by her presence alone (never mind how important she has become to her), Leela does help her to remember why she has chosen to do this and who she truly is. She is not sure what she would do without that.
*
If she were to choose one moment when it all began to change (never mind how, as a Time Lord, she knows exactly how silly and counter-productive such an exercise is) it would be after the incident at the decoy summit. She found herself at Leela’s door. Even though, like everything else about this, it made no sense that she, the Lady President of Gallifrey (…and all her dominions…) should be paying a visit to her own bodyguard on as weak a pretext as that of checking on her K9 unit. Still. K9 is a girl’s best friend. She recalls the instant the door shut behind her, she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. As though the Lady President was a part she must play, as if all her time was a long series of automated holograms recorded for a long series of staged summits. It’s very very silly but when there’s only Leela she feels as if all that falls away, along with the weight.
Requests: Romana/Braxiatel, Romana/Mickey, Romana/Nyssa (whichever regeneration strikes your fancy in each case but slight preference for II!
Charley/Romana II
From Caerdroia – Eyeore!Eight/Charley, Tigger!Eight/C’rizz, Eyeore!Eight/Logic!Eight/Tigger!Eight
C'rizz/Tigger!Eighth Doctor
Disturbing Conversations (http://community.livejournal.com/shelfics/38111.html) :: 883 words
Charley/Hex, Hex/Peri, Hex/Peri/Erimem
Hex/Peri 284 words
“Perpugilliam,” Peri stated with an air of finality.
Hex looked at her for a moment, silently mouthing the name to himself. “Okay, you win. I will never complain about Thomas Hector ever again.”
As Peri laughed he spun her around and then continued with the waltz. After the dance finished Peri took the lead and dragged him over to a wall, making sure to grab two glasses of champagne along the way. She handed a glass to him and leaned back against the wall. “Sorry, you're an excellent dancer but I had to take a break. My asp keeps slipping.” She smiled at him as she fixed her headdress once more.
“Well we can't have that.” Hex joined her in leaning against the wall. “It's a very nice asp.”
“Thomas Hector are you flirting with me?” Peri questioned as she sipped her champagne.
“Hey, if you get to call me Thomas Hector, I'm going to call you Perpugilliam.” He looked across the room, “And yeah, I was flirting with you. That all right?”
“That depends.” Peri followed his gaze across the room, “Do you actually want to flirt with me, or are you just trying to make your friend jealous?”
He blushed and pushed away from the wall. “I do like you. Making Ace jealous would just be a bonus, really.”
“And if she doesn't get jealous?” Peri took his glass and placed it with hers on the windowsill next to her.
“Well, then I still get to dance with you.” Hex reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the dance floor. “Like I said, I do like you.”
“In that case, let's dance.” Laughing, she followed him onto the floor.
Request: Rassilon/The Kroaker
Braxiatel/Romana II
'A fine day, I trust, Madam-
'Braxiatel. Are you too going to tell me that I'm the best President Gallifrey has ever had within her Citadel, and that you're sure I'll restore her to her former glory? If so, you'll be the... ninth this morning, I think. I might be wrong, though, I lost count at some point. Listen, I've told you many times, and I'll tell you again, I care little for flattery. It will get you nowhere.'
Hearing her own voice, she's awed at how old and weary she sounds, when she has been President for little more than a week.
'I know that, Madam President. I myself have a distaste for both flattery and former glory.'
She allows herself to sneer at both of his `distastes'.
'What? A Time Lord who doesn't go on and on about how things were better in the old days? However is that possible?'
He says nothing, but he frowns, as if collecting his thoughts before he speaks.
Then, without a word of warning, he gently kisses her, and she's surprised to discover she does not fight against it, although whether out of amazement, affection or sheer terror, she cannot tell.
And he whispers in her ear,
'There was never a day so glorious on Gallifrey as the day you were elected as President, Romana.'
And looking at him in the eye, she realizes, frightened as she has rarely been before, that he means every word of it.
Requests: Emily Chaudhry/Robert Dalton, Braxiatel/Narvin, Tenth Doctor/Nyssa (edited because I requested an already-requested pairing)
Ten/Nyssa
Maybe he likes being brought back only by fortune, on the wings of a tempest, rather than risking turning up after it.
But this time, Astrid's death reminds him of everyone and everything he has lost: the Master, Rose, his whole planet. He finds himself needing to talk to someone. Seeing his former incarnation awoke in him a wave of nostalgia, so he sets the coordinates of the TARDIS to Terminus, about five years after his last visit.
The corridors are so clean and well-equipped that he almost doesn't recognize the station. He meets a few people; they look healthy and don't seem shocked by his presence. Feeling optimistic, he proclaims in front of the first surveillance device he sees: "I'm the Doctor, and I'm here to see Nyssa of Traken!"
(And he gets ready to run, just in case.)
It takes only a few minutes for her to appear in the hallway, one of the Vanir at her side.
"Nyssa!" She smiles, almost exactly the same. He runs towards her and takes her hands. "You made it quick!"
"Our sensors spotted a TARDIS, and I came as soon as possible. Oh, Doctor, is it really you? I thought I'd never see you again. I heard that..."
He interrupts her. "So all of this is your work? Isn't it magnificent? Oooh, it's a real hospital now! You have the equipment to cure a whole bunch of other diseases, I see!"
"Since the cure works, the Lazar disease became less and less frequent," Nyssa explains calmly. "Moreover, as the patients can go home now, we have all the room we need."
"Impressive! It's all set, next time I'll catch the flu, I'll come and get healed here! Do you have a little shop? I'm sure you have! Is the Garm still here? You absolutely need selling Garm plushies!"
Nyssa smiles when she looks at him. She answers his questions with a quietness that's in contrast with his restlessness. She listens with interest to his suggestions - at least, the ones that don't involve plushies.
Only when they're alone does he drop his smile.
"You regenerated," Nyssa murmurs.
"Many times."
"Doctor..."
He interrupts her again. "You heard about the Time War, didn't you?"
She nods. "People come here from all around the universe. I heard... about Gallifrey. But you survived."
"Yes," he replies. "I'm the only one."
There's a long silence. Nyssa puts her hand in the Doctor's. He holds it tightly and remembers why he came to see her.
"How could you bear it, Nyssa?" he asks with despair in his voice. "You lost everything. You were the last of your family, of your planet, of your civilization, and you never complained, not even once. Of course, I knew it was hard for you... but I couldn't understand how much. How did you do it?"
She seems taken by surprise. "I helped people... like you do." She lowers her voice, like it is a secret. "And I had you." Then, hesitant. "And, if it can matter, you have me."
Maybe she just intended to kiss her cheek, like when they said goodbye the last time. She doesn't seem startled at all when their lips meet.
She blushes afterwards, though, looking at her feet. "Not only me. All of us. I always think of you, and I'm not the only one."
He grins. "I'm getting old, Nyssa. Sometimes I need to be told the same good things over and over again."
Nyssa smiles too. She is still infinitely stronger than he is, and he knows it won't always be enough.
But, just for today, it is.
Requests : Carstairs/Jennifer ("The War Games"), Pirate Captain/Mr Fibuli ("The Pirate Planet"), Alice Cassini/May Cassini ("Gridlock")
Braxiatel/Narvin
Methods for World Peace (http://pathologize.livejournal.com/926.html) (~2000 words)
Requests: Leela/Rodan, Straxus/Lucie Miller, Narvin/Leela (fixed because I forgot to type down my second two requests)
Adric/Nyssa
Unexpected Discovery :: (~900 words)
Requests: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Jack Harkness, Fitz Kreiner/Jenny, Jack Harkness/John Ellis
Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart/Jack Harkness
"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
Jenny/The Master (Simm)
She did not understand. She was not a prisoner of war, the Master said as much. He didn't want to torture her for information, because what information could she possibly have? He said she was his hostage. She was a weapon of a game - a war game, that's how she saw it, and when she suggested that there was something in his eyes - and that game put her father as the Master's opposition.
If this man was her father's enemy, she had warned him, but he laughed and told her that the Doctor was his best enemy, as well as his oldest friend. Still, she did not understand.
So he told her stories of the Master and the Doctor. He told her the story backwards, from paradox machines and the Eye of Harmony to planets of fire and the Rod and Sash and Key of Rassilon to war games played on planet Earth. Eventually, he told her of Gallifrey and a broken friendship.
It's funny, but when time is reversed, things seem turned all around.
Stockholm Syndrome was a human psychological response which was discarded as pop psychology centuries before she was born, so Jenny had never heard of it. All she knew is that she wanted to help the Master, and she'd do anything he asked of her for that.
Why, she'd do anything at all.
--
Requests: Jenny/Romana (any), Hex Schofield/The Master (any)
Astrid Peth/Donna Noble - Guiding Star
At first she thought it was, a jewel in the heavens calling for her attention- bright and more alive than she would normally have given a star credit for. Of course, ever since she started this whole Doctor-hunt one of the things she has learned is that the north star is not in fact, the brightest star in the sky. Separating fact from fiction is one of the toughest parts of this pursuit. This star was brighter than the one up in the north, so, it was something else altogether.
She tries to place it though, figure out what to call this beacon in the sky.
No matter how much time she spends with her Gramps on the hill, or listening to some astronomer, she'll never understand star charts. How to plot out the heavens. Eventually she decides it's a bit wrong to try and find it it's proper name. It's probably just some silly designation anyway, like she's learned most of the stars in the sky are labeled.
She doesn't want to turn it into some letter-number combination, it's too..inhuman, to call it that. As silly as it sounds, even to herself, she likes to think that this star watches her as much as she watches it.
It's special, her star (because she likes to call it that, her star) that one right there, that no one else seems to be able to point out but her. The light that it gives, that some nights, she thinks just falls on her. Showing.. no, illuminating, the way.
Because Donna knows. This star is going to lead her to the Doctor.
--
requests Sarah Jane/Adelle Dewitt(Dollhouse), Mr Smith/Alan Jackson, Sarah Jane/Trickster
Harry/Martha
What she is, is extremely good at her job. She's highly intelligent, a lot more so than most of his contemporaries, not to mention confident and professional far beyond her years. Of course, he understands why. UNIT knew her story before she came to work with them, and he's since heard hints of it from Martha herself, although she's naturally taciturn about the details.
They've gone from the awkwardness of his being her superior officer, to colleagues, to good friends in a terribly short time. It started, as it would, with comparing their experiences regarding the Doctor, as they had the common ground of having chosen to leave him, and rapidly progressed to the fact that her ex-fiancé and his ex-wife, marvelous people though they were, never fully understood the lives they'd led.
He tries not to call women "old girl" these days, except Sarah, of course, but that's a very old joke between them now. However, he slipped once with Martha and she seemed to find it funny. Perhaps even endearing, although he's quite sure he shouldn't be thinking that.
She's a very modern young woman, and he's used to the slightly forward jokes she makes now. He even rather likes them, despite feeling like a bit of a dinosaur around her sometimes. She still hasn't stopped teasing him about his blushing when they bumped into each other coming around a corner and she fell on top of him. He doesn't mind really. He likes it when he can make her smile.
He's surprised when she asks him out for dinner, but he agrees readily, because it's nice to have a meal with a friend once in a while.
Later, she kisses him goodnight on her doorstep, but then pulls him into the house after her, laughing. As he stumbles over the threshold and catches her around the waist, Harry knows he's in love.
Requests: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Donna Noble, River Song/Rose Tyler, Martha Jones/River Song
Re: Martha/River
She grabbed the younger woman's hand and tugged her over to the bed, pulling her down with her. Martha whimpered a little as River began to kiss her neck and throat. She'd come to check that River was okay after their latest misadventure, and hadn't expected to be snogged until she was breathless.
"You taste so good," River said huskily, between kisses and nips at Martha's dark skin.
"You – you – " Somehow Martha couldn't finish the rest of her sentence as River pushed her t-shirt up off her flat stomach and began swirling her tongue around Martha's belly button. She gasped when River began tracing her tongue over the tattoo on her stomach, then gasped again when she felt her jeans being removed.
Her knickers swiftly followed her jeans onto the floor of River's room, then the older woman was kissing and nipping at her sensitive inner thighs.
"I thought you and the Doctor – " Once again Martha couldn't finish her sentence as River drew her tongue up the length of Martha's entrance, before teasing her clit.
"We're not exclusive," River said, answering Martha's incomplete question as she took a moment to catch her breath before dipping back down to slide her tongue into Martha's increasingly wet pussy.
"Oh. Oh god!"
A finger joined the tongue inside her, and then a second one slid into her, and then Martha's hips were bucking up off the bed and she was crying River's name.
River continued to finger her as she kissed a path back up Martha's body. "Besides, once the TARDIS lets him know what we're doing, he'll want to join in. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes!" cried Martha as she came hard, muscles clamping tightly around River's fingers.
Requests: Martha/Evelyn Smythe, Martha/Six, Martha/Brig - smut/prons not a necessity !
River/Rose
But the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and suddenly it's springtime and they're still in London and Rose can't deny that things just aren't the same.
She often goes down to the waterfront; finds herself at Canary Wharf, not to shop, but to sit and look at the water. She goes alone, wrapped up in her thoughts and her worries and her doubts.
"Hard to believe this will all be destroyed in just a few years," a voice says one day, from behind her, as she's sitting quietly by the water. She turns around; the voice belongs to a pretty woman with incredible curls. The woman looks a little wistful, but then she shakes her head.
"No point dwelling on what's yet to come," she says. "That way lies madness. I'm River, you're Rose, and I'm here to help you out." She sticks out her hand in a very matter-of-fact way, as if strange women approach Rose and talk to her of the future every day.
After a moment's hesitation, Rose takes River's hand and shakes it. After all, time travel's her line of work, these days.
River sits down next to Rose. She has a certain energy that makes Rose shiver; the air crackles around River, in an exciting and yet somewhat frightening way.
"He changes, Rose," River says, without preamble. "That what he does. I've seen it enough times to know. But he's still the same man. And he still wants you to be with him."
"The Doctor?" Rose says, caught off guard. "I mean, if you know the future, but - he's done this before?"
River smiles. "So many times, sweetie. And so many times to come. And it hurts, I know. I was particularly attached to one face in particular, myself. My first. You always love your first just that little bit more. You always carry them around in a special place in your heart."
Rose finds herself nodding along. She can't stop looking at River as she talks; the other woman is electric now, animated when talking about the Doctor.
River pulls out a small diary; it's blue, looks like the TARDIS, a little bit. She flips through the pages slowly. "Canary Wharf. It's in your future. That's a long way off, though. You have so many adventures to go."
"How do you know all this?" Rose asks. "Are you a friend, or...?"
River taps her closed lips, and curves them into a smile. "Spoilers," she says. "The Doctor doesn't know that I know all this yet. He doesn't know I'm mucking about in his past. But he leaves such messy business behind: lost souls, broken hearts, and beautiful women that he never even kisses."
Rose startles at the last bit, but River is leaning over already, and the kiss is good, warm and full of crackling energy, like a live wire. Artron energy, Rose thinks, for a second, bad wolf, all that ever could be. Then the kiss is over, and Rose shakes her head.
"It's called a sense memory," River says. "You saved the world, Rose, even if you don't remember. He was your first, too, even if you don't remember that either."
"You're my first now too," Rose blurts out, then blushes. "I mean..."
River smiles like the cat that got the cream. "I know," she says. "I'm keeping score."
Rose laughs. She's pretty sure she's still dreaming; this is one of the most absurd conversations she's ever had. "You're crazy," she says, smiling.
"All the best people are," River replies, standing up. "Go with him, and be amazing. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. I'd tell you, but..." She taps her lips again, and smiles widely.
Rose sits and watches as River walks away, watches her hair, her hips, her confident stride. Some time later, she stands up too, and walks home. The Doctor is waiting; he's ready to get going. She packs her bag. It's time to adventure.
Prompts!: Anji Kapoor/River Song, Amy Pond/Rose Tyler, Katarina/Vicki