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Title: Peak Efficiency

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

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

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

"Sarah Jane?"

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

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

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

"I believe I can improve your efficiency."

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

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

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

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

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

Her life was just far too weird for words.

Requests: One/Cameca, Alan/Andrea, K9/K9 Mark 2

It is the first day of a war, and all is turmoil, Romana and her allies running from Pandora and the Citadel in chaos. It is hours before Leela can think at all. But when they finally find somewhere to stop for the night, Leela steals a moment of her own for remembrance of the friend she has just lost--her oldest friend on Gallifrey, and the truest she has ever had.

As she sits in her quiet corner, a familiar noise approaches her. “Go away, Other K-9,” she says, trying not to sound unkind. “I cannot see you now. Perhaps later.”

“Please, mistress Leela,” he says. “I did not know who else to tell.”

“To tell what, K-9?”

“I miss him.”

Leela looks down in surprise at Romana’s K-9, and her gaze softens. She picks him up onto her lap and wraps her arms around him.

“So do I, K-9,” says Leela. “So do I.”

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Requests: Mel/Nyssa, Braxiatel/Romana I, Six/Six

"It isn't as though you haven't considerable talents," Braxiatel is saying. "If you would only..."

"Settle down, come home, stop running around with savages and disgracing the family, yes, yes," says the Doctor. "Never mind all that. I should think you'd be ashamed to lecture me at a time like this, Brax. Not with the stories that have been floating around recently about you."

"About me?" asks Braxiatel, raising an eyebrow. "Surely you exaggerate."

"What is there to exaggerate?" asks the Doctor. "Either you're in a story or you're not, and you were certainly in these. Now, what's this I hear about you running around after one of your students?"

Braxiatel falls victim to a sudden coughing fit, while the Doctor grins that enormous grin of his. Brax can't say he likes this newest regeneration of his brother's. Those teeth look as though they could do serious damage. "I have not been running around..."

The grin doesn't fade. "Ah, but you know which student I'm talking about, don't you?"

Of course Brax knows. "I said nothing of the kind."

"Girl with a sort of regal sounding name. And far too many syllables, even for Gallifrey."

"I presume," says Brax, through gritted teeth, "that you are referring to Romanadvoratrelundar."

"Well, unless there are two, I presume that I am."

"I have been spending more time with her than with many of my students, I won't deny that. She's extremely gifted. And prone to get herself into trouble, without careful watching."

"And you've been watching her very carefully indeed."

"I haven't laid so much as a finger on her," says Brax, a tightly controlled undercurrent of anger beneath the words.

"Oh, I'm sure you haven't," says the Doctor in a conciliatory tone, laying one large hand on Brax's shoulder. "Not physically. And there's no law against the things a Time Lord gets up to in the privacy of his own mind, is there?"

Brax intends to deny it. He opens his mouth with that express intention. "I'd like to see you keep your thoughts on the straight-and-narrow with her, student or not," he finds himself grumbling instead. "I'd bet you wouldn't last five microspans."

"My mental control is legendary," proclaims the Doctor, puffing himself up. "I'm sure I wouldn't think of her as anything but a budding young mind."

It's nearly a full microspan before Brax can stop laughing.

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Requests: Leela/Romana III, Jamie/Tegan, River Song/Benny Summerfield

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Sarah Jane/Mr. Smith

K-9 Mark I/ K-9 Mark II

Braxiatel/Romana I