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Three/Liz/Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart

[stunt-muppet.livejournal.com]

“You realize this is entirely your own fault, Brigadier.” The Doctor protested, retrieving his jacket. “I did warn you this would be dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” The Brigadier sputtered. “I hardly think dangerous covers it. Do you have any idea what my superiors would think of this? We could have been –”

“I’d say it’s a good thing they weren’t here, then.” Liz snapped, looking none too pleased herself as she straightened her skirt. “Now do stop shouting; someone will hear you!”

“I told you specifically: the pheromones of the adult Angynosis can have unpredictable mind-altering effects on humanoids, even if the specimen is dead. I told you to stay out of the lab. I told you to wear a face mask.”

“Not that it did us much good.”

“It was a basic safety precaution, Liz. And it would have been sufficient under normal circumstances. Like if this oblivious twit hadn’t started shooting at it.”

“Considering that it would have impaled you if I hadn’t, you ought to be thanking me, Doctor. And has anyone seen my hat?”

“Post-mortem muscle spasms are completely normal in this species, I’ll have you know. Especially during dissection. My, Liz, you haven’t half got fingernails, have you,” he added, rubbing at the raw skin on his shoulders.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I’m sure.” What might have been either panic or rage had finally crept into her voice. “Both of you stop arguing and get out of here, before we all get arrested.”

The Brigadier visibly bit back a shout and made a last attempt at looking dignified – which was somewhat spoiled when he had to retrieve his UNIT beret from atop an unlit Bunsen burner. “The next time you bring in something with…pheromones, you’ll do your work on it outside. Or at least somewhere extraordinarily well-ventilated.”

“So we can undress and degrade ourselves in public? You’re too generous, Brigadier.” Liz retorted, but he had already shut the door behind him. Turning back to her equipment, she pushed a wayward lock of hair back into her ponytail and began gathering up the scalpels and pins.

“You missed a button, Doctor,” she said flatly, and walked off to the sink.

Requests: Eighth Doctor/Sarah Jane Smith, Fifth Doctor/Todd (from Kinda), First Doctor/Steven Taylor

Fifth Doctor/Todd (from Kinda)

[marzipanilla.livejournal.com]

She once said paradise was too green.

Now she's seen so many places that could be called paradise, all painted in their own colors- she doesn't think that conclusion holds true anymore. Mauve and teal streaked skies over a violet setting sun, white marbled sand stretching on around her. Grey and blue mountains swathed with rich maroon trees, reaching up into skies that hold moons in all the colors she never thought existed. Buildings as ancient as the universe, twisting together in patterns too intricate for her to trace.

Her definition of a physical place of paradise expanded far beyond what just one planet could hold.

If it's possible to feel the abstract, she thinks she has experienced paradise. Alien fingers twined in her own, the double pulse of veins that are part of a binary-vascular system against her palm. Cool lips against her skin, the rustle of fabric when clothes are shed, the occasional accidental crunch of a celery stick. Stars, moons, planets and galaxies traced on her skin with skilled fingers, soft sighs and low moans that echo in the cosmos around them.

When she lets herself experience all those things, she knows that is how paradise should make you feel. How she would define the emotion of such a place.

So, now that she has more to go on, more to base her guesses (for nothing can really be a fact) she says that paradise is blue, just the right amount. The particular shade of the door that brought her out into the universe, and opened the way to the Doctor.

requests Davros/Dalek, Jo Grant/Dalek, Lost Moon of Poosh(Midnight, Journey's End)/TARDIS