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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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Mickey/Jenny, drabble (100 words)
"And of all people I could meet right after landing on a new world, I meet someone who has travelled with my dad."
Mickey smirked and shook his head in disbelief.
"Mind me saying, judging on your stories about your travels, it sounds like you missed out a bit. You could see so much more, do so much more."
Jenny held out her hand.
"I’ve got the whole universe and a shuttle that is apparently capable of a lot more than I expected."
Sarah Jane/Mr. Smith
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
K-9 Mark I/ K-9 Mark II
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
Braxiatel/Romana I
"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.
***
Requests: Leela/Romana III, Jamie/Tegan, River Song/Benny Summerfield
Nine/Adric
The fluxes in timespace wrought by the war echoed even here, in the depths of E-space, and he crash-landed somewhere familiar before he’d ever been there at all.
I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
He wouldn’t have known anything about when he had landed if he hadn’t seen a yet more familiar face through the TARDIS scanner. Unruly hair, curious eyes, clothes he had not yet grown into. All without the ever-present badge for mathematical excellence.
The Doctor opened the door to him, glad for the companionship, glad for a respite from the grim phantasmagoria unfolding in N-space. “Well, don’t just sit there, then,” he said. “Get in here and help me. You know a thing or two about maths, don’t you?”
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
“But how does it work?” Adric asked, staring at its impossible interior – I saw a blue box, he’d said all those lifetimes ago, and hadn’t there been just a hint of recognition in his voice, hadn’t he adjusted to it rather too well?
“Dimensionally transcendental,” he replied, bent over the console. “Inside and outside exist in separate dimensions. What do you know about coordinate gyrostabilisers?”
He was as eager to please as ever, was Adric, setting straight to work on systems that he didn’t – couldn’t – fully understand yet. And he never stopped asking questions, most of which the Doctor couldn’t answer. Wouldn’t want to fool around too much with causality, after all. But he could tell him stories.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
“Tiny little universe, this.” The necessary repairs had long since been made; they sat alone, just outside the doors, as the quiet of dawn dissappeared. “Nothin’ more than a sink for another universe’s entropy, and look at it now. Whole species, whole solar systems, don’t even know they’re just a dumping ground for someone else. And y’know what? The people who made it that way? They wouldn’t hurt a soul.” He laughed. “There’s so much more out there. Least there used to be. Not so sure anymore.”
“Tell me more,” Adric asks him. “Tell me what else there is.”
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England; of them I have much to tell thee.
The time came, finally, when he could delay no longer, when the call to war could no longer be resisted.
“Take me with you,” Adric pleads, as the Doctor prepares to take off again. “I don’t want to stay here. Let me travel with you. I won’t be trouble. I can do repairs, help you fly. Please.”
I could, the Doctor thought, in spite of himself. Time was already turbulent; how much more damage could he possibly do by taking him along, by saving yet one more person from dying for him? Let him spare lives, at least, if he must end them too.
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, to tell him his commandment is fulfill'd — that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Temporary solutions. Pallitives. Not worth it. Think about the bigger picture. He’d heard the words so many times, repeated them over and over again as he watched another planet burn to cinders. You may save a few people, a few planets, but what will you lose in exchange?
So he shook his head, said “Not this time, Adric. But I’ll be back, not too long from now. You can come along then. Even if I don’t say so. Only don’t mention it to me; you know how it is, all this coming and going, I might be a bit confused.”
With that he shut the doors, and let the TARDIS disappear.
Requests: Seventh Doctor/Mel, Third Doctor/Donna, Ben/Jamie
Ben/Jamie