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whoniverse10002008-05-19 03:22 pm
settiai) wrote in whoniverse10002008-05-19 03:22 pm
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Sam Jones/Iris Wildthyme
It’s draftier than she’s used to and the hot water is, if anything, less reliable than in the Doctor’s ship. Travelling through the Vortex in a red London bus is by turns thrilling and terrifying, with attacks from the strange things that live within its swirling chaos a regular interruption.
Iris’ new body is certainly younger, and arguably more glamorous, but she’s still at heart a temperamental plump, raffish, lady of a certain age. They both take a great deal of pleasure in rebelling, sometimes going places and doing things just to see if they can shock each. Other times they do them just because they know the Doctor would disapprove.
For a while Sam gets the distinct impression that Iris is waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the rattling unreliability of the ship or the traumas of confined space and short tempers to drive Sam to demand that she be taken home or back to the Doctor. They have to get extremely drunk before they can have the necessary conversation. Stumbling home post unexpected victory, drunk on the local equivalent of very dark rum Sam shoves her firmly against a the outside wall of their bus, calls her a fool and informs her that if she thinks she’s getting rid of Sam that easily she’s got another thing coming. She kisses Iris firmly on the cheek and stumbles off to bed before she can say something far more foolish on the matter, but Iris catches her in the well of the stairs and, slightly wild about the eyes herself, kisses her properly and thoroughly. And that, appears to be that.
Sam revels in getting immersed in cultures, in trundling around planets exploring them properly rather than passing through stopping a burgeoning apocalypse on the way. She manages to involve Iris in a few of her crusades, pricking her conscience and kicking her out of her bubble of comfortable self-involvement, while Iris teaches her to see the big picture and to accept that she can’t save everyone (or some days anyone at all). But somehow they both find a ridiculous joy on those terribly rare occasions when everybody lives.
They do, eventually, track down the Doctor, several times in fact. Gate crashing his life at inappropriate junctures becomes a pleasant hobby for both of them. Iris charms his new companion, a personal young man from the nineteen sixties, round her little finger and steals his cigarettes. Sam notices the way he and the Doctor fit together, like she and Iris do (like she and the Doctor almost but never quite did) and briefly wonders how she would have dealt with that if she’d stayed. Badly, she imagines, and dismisses the notion, didn’t happen, doesn’t matter.
Sometimes she wonders who she would have been if she hadn’t crashed out in Iris’s ship after the Doctor returned from his quest back on Hyspero. May be it would have been better, maybe it would have been worse. Maybe she wouldn’t be any different. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, she wouldn’t swap tumbling round the universe in an aged London bus, mix tapes blaring, with a glamorous older woman for anything. There’s a million choices they could have made, a million people they might have been, but none of that really matters. This is who they are right here and right now, and that’s all that truly matters.
Edited (because it helps if you actually add prompts): Eight/Fitz, Ace/Shou Yuing, Dodo/Zoe
Eight/Fitz
It was just shock, Fitz told himself. Shock. He’d nearly caught his death of cold.
“Nggh,” he groaned as the circulation finally came back, painfully, to his fingers and toes. The Doctor was hugging him, rubbing at his back to get the blood flowing again, murmuring something soothing into his ear, and all Fitz could think was that his ear tickled where it was being spoken to.
And that the Doctor had very little on, even if he had slung on a dressing-gown after hauling Fitz out of the pool, rescuing the man who’d been attempting to rescue him. What had possessed the Doctor to “meditate” starkers and fast-asleep lying on the bottom of a pool of ice-cold water hidden somewhere in the TARDIS, Fitz would never know.
It wasn’t even fair that the Doctor was now warmer than he was (jammy bastard), so that Fitz ended up clinging to him as he shivered under a vast bath-towel and a butterscotch-coloured fur coat in about the Doctor’s size. God, what he wouldn’t do for a ciggie and a glass of brandy, if only he wasn’t shaking so badly. “’M sorry,” he choked, trying to force his teeth not to chatter so much.
“Oh, Fitz,” the Doctor sighed. “You’re a riddle inside a contradiction, you know that.” Before Fitz could ask him what the hell he meant by that, he was kissing Fitz – not just your usual peck on the mouth but a full-on snog.
Oh bloody hell. The rational part of Fitz’s brain was screaming that this was madness, but the rest had just gone into meltdown and was trying and failing not to whimper. It didn’t help that the hands rubbing his back had started to knead it instead, manipulating the muscles so they loosened. Okay, he was warming up fast, but you could have too much of a good thing. This was – too much. He could taste tea and thunderstorms, and something else he couldn’t place, something vaguely salty.
He wondered what he tasted like to the Doctor.
No, that was just too weird.
“Thanks for saving me,” murmured the Doctor as they broke off, smiling gently. “I should apologise. I haven’t been the easiest of people to travel with of late. Too preoccupied with my own mind.”
Fitz could only make a strangulated sound by way of reply. “Ghk.”
The Doctor seemed to understand, and patted his shoulder. “Let’s get you out of those wet things, shall we?”
Fitz groaned. The Doc might’ve found his Zen, but he was totally off balance. “Tell me,” he managed in a small voice, “tell me you didn’t say what I think you just said.”
Pairings: Rassilon/Omega, Five/Nyssa/Adric, Five/Turlough/Peri
Peri/Turlough/Five
"That's it."
"And where do you travel?"
"Oh, here and there in time and space... often Earth, unfortunately."
"Hey!"
"Most boring planet in the whole universe."
"Not everywhere! Even though... judging by the places I went to, maybe... okay, it is. So, how do you get to board with him? Do you have to pay or something?"
"I can't believe it. Where are you from? Oh, Earth, of course. No, he only travels with people he likes."
"It would be so cool if I could come! He seems interesting. And funny. Besides, he's hot."
"Hey..."
"Oh, don't take it badly. You're quite good-looking, too."
"Guess that makes three of us. And don't take that as a compliment or a proposal. It's just a fact."
"Okay, I won't thank you then. If you insist. So I guess you find the Doctor hot, too. As a fact, I mean."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Oh, nothing. Only that the way you look at him could mean something."
"I'd like it if you didn't claim to know me better than I do!"
"Fine, you're the expert. By the way, since you've known the Doctor for a much longer time than I have: which does he prefer? Men or women?"
"To the best of my knowledge, neither."
"That's impossible! No one is like that!"
"He's an alien, miss know-it-all!"
"And? Aren't you one, too?"
"Not the same species. There are more lifeforms in the universe than you could possibly imagine."
"Oh."
"So, don't start figuring..."
"You know, there's one thing I remember very well from school. Nothing works better than the experimental method."
"Should I be afraid?"
"In short: as soon as we find a quiet place, I kiss him, then you kiss him, and we'll see which he likes better."
"That is one of the stupidest plans I've ever..."
"Okay, you can be first if you want. You were here before me."
"That's not what I meant! Just... it's ridiculous!"
"But it could work. So, why not try?"
"You're really something else."
"I know. Oh, I hope it's a compliment this time!"
***
As they soon found out, the Doctor had no clear preference for men or women.
He had one, though, for enthusiastic and bold people. At least, he did after the initial surprise, shock, embarrassment, and confusion went away.
Peri and Turlough didn't find any grounds for complaining there.
Nor did the Doctor, by the way.
Requests: Black Guardian/Turlough, Black Guardian/White Guardian, Omega/Five
Dodo Chaplet/Zoe Herriot
One afternoon she sat with an open book in her lap. Dodo wasn't reading, but sat staring out the window. She saw the girl approach through the window, but didn't think anything about it. Dodo even heard the knock on the front door, but didn't acknowledge it.
The girl was ushered into the library and introduced as Zoe. She crossed to the chair that Dodo sat in. “How are you today?”
Dodo looked at her. “Okay, I think. Some days I'm not sure. What was your name again?”
“I'm Zoe. I'm a ... friend. I was sent by the Doctor to take care of you.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“No. But he's concerned about you and wanted me to come and see if you needed a friend. Someone to talk to.” Zoe sat on the ottoman. She stared into Dodo's face, her eyes kind.
“I don't know what to talk about.” Zoe began to speak when Dodo opened her mouth again. “I mean, I don't know where to start.”
“Start wherever you want to.”
Dodo closed her eyes and put her head back on the chair. “It seems like so long ago when I first stumbled into the TARDIS.”
Zoe relaxed, preparing for the lengthy story she knew would follow.
An hour later, Dodo had told her story and sat back in the chair, exhausted.
Zoe stood, stretching her back. “Your story is terribly familiar, Dodo. Anyone who travels with the Doctor has similar stories, I know.”
“What do I do now?”
Zoe stood next to Dodo and bent to kiss her forehead. “For now, you just need to rest.”
Dodo smiled. “Will you be here when I wake up?”
Zoe thought of her promise to her Doctor. She promised to return as soon as she was sure that Dodo was safe and well. She nodded. “I'll stay as long as you need me.” The Doctor and Jamie would just have to find something to do while she was taking care of Dodo.
Mr. Smith/TARDIS, One/Ian, Six/Governor (Vengeance on Varos)
Mr. Smith/TARDIS
Mr Smith fascinates her; it has been so long since she has communicated with anything like her… And the suddenly here he comes into her existence, with intelligence, charm and a sense of dedication tempered by a desire to do things his own way… From the moment he had first contacted her she had been enamoured, near obsessed… After all, he was no normal creature at all.
“…Doctor, what do those codes mean?”
“Honestly Luke, you’re better off not knowing.”
Requests: Ben Jackson/Jenny, Polly Wright/John Hart, Romana II/Third Doctor