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settiai) wrote in whoniverse10002008-05-19 03:22 pm
Fic Post
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Harry/Sarah Jane
"I hate when they mix," she said, toppling a bit on her toes as she reached up to hang her coat. They were drenched, first from rain, then from snow, and she hated the chill in her bones. "Fancy a cuppa?"
Harry shivered in his wet clothes, eyeing the disaster that was Sarah Jane's flat. It wasn't that she was untidy, so much that her possessions far exceeded the capacity of space. He grinned to himself. Perhaps she thought this place in Croydon was a TARDIS as well. "It's late," he murmured. Ever the gentleman, Harry, Old Boy, he chided himself. "I should be going."
Sarah grinned at thim, and tugged at the lapels of his coat until she had it off him. "No, it's late and you should be staying."
Harry's eyes widened, then a grin brightened his face. She didn't, of course, mean what he'd thought she meant. Sarah was a friend, and while she was an attractive, desireable friend, he also knew she was an unattainable friend.
She kissed his lips softly, and Harry felt a sigh of desire.
Okay, maybe she wasn't so unattainable after all? "Just a short one," he murmered, and kissed her back. After all, it was really beginning to snow out there.
Jackie Tyler/Chrissie Jackson, Andrea Yates/Sarah Jane Smith, Evelyn/Six
Sarah Jane/Andrea
She's never kissed a boy, but Sarah is the only one at school who knows. Sarah hasn't either, but everyone knows that. Sarah's too good and when they're in public, sometimes Andrea laughs at her for it.
"We should practice," Andrea says one day as they sit cross-legged on her bed, facing each other.
"How?"
"With each other, silly. So we know what to do."
"I'm not doing that!" With anyone else, Sarah would have stuck to her guns. She's stubborn, her teachers say, or headstrong, when they're feeling kinder. But this is Andrea, and Sarah can't say no to her for long.
She takes Sarah's hand and pulls her closer, and Sarah's heart is suddenly thumping out a tattoo in her chest, a thousand beats a minute. Don't be daft, she tells herself, willing her body not to tremble.
Andrea's mouth is cool and soft and damp, the kiss tentative. Their noses bump and they both grin, so their teeth knock together. Left hands still clasped, their fingers twine and curl.
Sarah feels a bit like she's flying, or falling. She can't quite tell which.
Later Andrea will fall and Sarah won't know how to save her. Later still, Sarah will learn what it's like to fall herself, even though it never happened. Then she knows. It was like flying, that kiss, not like falling at all.
Requests: Maria/Luke/Clyde, Martha/Nyssa, Ten/Leela
Clyde/Luke/Maria
The outside observer would say that their friendship had never made sense—three kids from totally different social groups, with apparently nothing in common—but that outside observer would be wrong. They used to have an internal logic, shared experiences and a single leader. They fought aliens at night and giggled about it at school, and it all felt right. This, however…
The first problem, of course, is that Clyde thinks that he might be straight, and he knows for a fact that Maria is decidedly NOT. What does he want with another bloke and a single lesbian? And what in the hell is Maria getting from him and Luke? And yet…
The second problem is Luke. Even after ten years of life, he’s still so fucking innocent and naïve. He doesn’t understand what people mean by “sexual orientation,” and any explanation as to why it MATTERS just baffles him. Luke loves Maria, and he loves Clyde, and he just doesn’t get why that isn’t enough. Clyde knows better, but whenever he looks into Luke’s loving eyes, all his well-reasoned words disappear. It’s impossible to turn away from someone who adores you, especially when you care for that person far more than sanity should permit...
The third and biggest problem is Sarah Jane. Oh, not that she objects! She loves the idea that all her chicks are in one place, sharing a flat and looking out for each other. Clyde and Maria are hers and yet not hers; if they both settle down with Luke, then she’ll have everything. She might even ask them to call her “Mum” someday. No, the problem is that Maria wants Sarah Jane and always has, even though she knows that Sarah is far too decent to put a leg over her son’s best friend. Knowing that she can never have Sarah, Maria settles for Luke, and knowing that makes Clyde slightly nauseous. He’ll never call her on it, however, because deep down in his darkest desires, Clyde suspects that Maria isn’t the only one who wants Sarah Jane…
Luke kisses his neck with a cheek shaved as smooth as any girl, and Clyde wonders again whether straightness really matters. They’re wrong for each other and wrong for Luke, and if Clyde was the self-sacrificing hero he’d always dreamt of being, he would have put a stop to this long ago. But he isn’t that guy, and he isn’t going anywhere. Maria rubs her stubbly legs over Clyde’s cock, and the male/not-maleness of it all is dizzying. Sensible or not, right or not, they’ll make it work. Clyde is never giving this up.
Ace/Clyde/Maria, Clyde/Sarah Jane, Hex/Luke
Ten/Leela
But never Leela.
The Sontarans had tried converting the Earth's air, and no word of Leela. The Toclafane ran rampant over the globe, fetching former Companions for the Master their Master their friend the Master, and no sight or sign of Leela.
When he finally found her, it was because he wasn't looking (and there was a scientific term for that, no doubt); though in hindsight, perhaps, it should have been obvious. His favorite barbarian was living among barbarians - only now she had a PhD and other degrees under her belt, which still had a dagger, he saw when he came upon her and the tribe she was studying.
"Leela of Sevateem!" the Doctor pronounced, delighted to see her once more.
"Doctor!" she shouted back, her face lighting up.
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Requests: Leela/Seven, Leela/Nine, Leela/Master (any)
Leela/Master
Leela thought it selfish and vain. She had fought in as many battles as he, and often with him, but she still wore her own face. She did not act so foolishly, so cruelly, so madly.
Watching him in battle, she understood: he could not control his recklessness. The hatred and the fear had consumed him. Wild and rabid, he would hurt and kill until he was put down.
And yet, when she asked him of his new faces, he merely said that it was strange, strange as Leela could not understand. To wake up in a body that was not your own yesterday, to speak and hear the voice of a stranger. That's what caused regeneration sickness. That's why so many Time Lord minds could not handle any more than thirteen forms.
He added, then, that each new body needed breaking in. Exercise, battle, a full exploration of the new form's facets. And as she was a warrior, he asked her to assist him in this exploration. He even offered for this battle to be on her terms.
And so, each time he died, she battled him in bodies to learn what man he had become.
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Requests: Leela/Torvald, Narvin/Torvald, Romana II/Pandora
Leela/Torvald
Arranging another mission together for the two of them is time-consuming, tricky, and diverts far more of his attention than he ought to spare. Even once he manages that, it's nearly impossible to engineer that mission specifically to include a moment when, by way of eluding pursuit, they are forced to squeeze themselves into a very cozy broom cupboard, but he’s cleverer than anyone has ever given him credit for, and he gets the job done.
“Watch where you put your hands, or you will not have them tomorrow,” she hisses, as they awkwardly shove themselves into the too-small space.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Savage,” he sneers. They both end up facing the door, he standing behind her. “Do you think I need to stoop to groping humans in dark rooms?”
“I do not know what you would do,” she says. “You cannot pretend to me that your species are cold and do not think of such things.”
He bends his head, inclining it towards the crook of her neck, and breathes deep. His nose may be different, but the scent of her is the same, earth and sweat and spices. “I’m not a deviant like that so-called husband of yours,” he says, his hearts hammering so hard he’s afraid she may hear them.
She turns back to look at him. Their faces are very near, but she’s looking at him with loathing burning behind her eyes. “No,” she agrees. “You are not like him. My Andred was ten times the man you are.”
She opens the door a crack and peers out into the corridor. It’s empty, and she’s out of the cupboard without looking back at him, nearly running down the hall.
“Yes, he was,” he whispers to himself, as he’s hurrying after her. “He had you.”
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Requests: Romana II/Braxiatel/Narvin/Leela, Romana II/Narvin, Braxiatel/Alt!Romana I (from Gallifrey:Reborn)
Romana II/Braxiatel/Narvin/Leela
The surprising bit is how much she wishes they hadn't all got so many clothes on.
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Requests: Pandora/Braxiatel, Pandora/Leela, Pandora/Narvin
Braxiatel/Pandora
He isn't counting on her coming to him.
The Politics of Compromise, 1,400 words, NC-17 (http://janeturenne.livejournal.com/105149.html?#cutid1)
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Requests: Jack Harkness/Leela, River Song/Indiana Jones, Romana I/Narvin
Narvin/Romana II
She has a feeling Thursdays are going to be much more interesting from now on.
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Requests: Jack Harkness/Amy Pond/Rory Pond, Two/The War Chief, Romana II/Zoe Herriot
Six/Evelyn
The response is only 600 words long, but is very spoilery for "Assassin in the Limelight," so I put it at my writing journal. Not for the spoilerphobic (http://community.livejournal.com/shelfics/35850.html)
Four/Amelia Rumford (Stones of Blood), Evelyn/Amelia Rumford, Liz/Evelyn
Jack Harkness/Suzie Costello
Suzie had taken to Torchwood with all the eagerness and - glee? yes, maybe that was the right word. Or it'll have the right meaning in a century and a half. 'Course, it has slightly sexual overtones by that time, but then again... Then again, given what Suzie was to him, that was right, proper, and fitting.
She'd known he had healing properties, had jokingly called him her Florida Fountains...(after the reputed site of the fountains of eternal youth, Jack'd learned when he'd tried finding out why she'd said that). Jack could heal himself, she knew that: he laughed at paper cuts.
Never anything as obvious as a bullet going into his brainpan and healing up in less than five minutes. Obviously. Granted.
But the signs were there.
So he stood at her grave at regular intervals, wondering where they'd - ? - where he'd - probably more accurate - gone wrong.
Sometimes, Jack thought, the way to have avoided this whole mess, would have been to not get involved with Suzie. But he knew he couldn't have done that.
Not even to save Time.
Requests: Susan Foreman/Mickey, Jack Harkness/Guppy (Torchwood's Victorian brunette employee)
Eight/Charley
Alex had laughed at her when she refused to do THAT, and his mockery was the main reason why she’d promised to meet him in Singapore for cocktails. Whether she would have dared to go through with her unspoken promise, she’d never know, but she wishes now that she had. She’d like something with which she might compare THIS.
The Doctor started by urging her to move as close as possible. He’d pulled her next to him, invading her space and forcing her to invade his, and then… he’d pushed. And she’d pushed.
Each had pushed against the other’s hand, merging at the cellular level. It was terrifying, and exhilarating and altogether arousing. Hands into one. Blood and bone and sinew, all one.
Was THAT like THIS? The merging, the oneness, the loss of identity? The soaring sense that you’re becoming more than you’ve ever been?
And it’s not over. “Put your mouth next to mine,” the Doctor orders her. “And press hard, so that our faces become locked together.”
And oh, this is nothing like kissing Alex. Her heart pounds, and pounds even harder as it triples. Her butterfly-filled stomach is filled with anticipation, anticipation that grows as she feels the Doctor’s expectant butterflies as well.
Their heads and hearts and torsos join together, and Charley is certain that she’s going to die if other parts don’t join as well. She may be inexperienced, but she knows—oh GOD how she knows—that all three of her hearts are going to burst if the tension builds much higher.
But higher it goes. She feels the clearly defined muscles in the Doctor’s legs for just a moment, and then she’s pushing into them. And then she feels something hard, something gloriously, perfectly hard against THAT spot, the spot that nice girls never, EVER talk about but which is the only thing she can think about at the moment. And despite all her inexperience, she knows that she wants, no, needs those two body parts to come into contact.
They push, one against the other. His hardness becomes part of her, and her aching neediness becomes part of him. His hardness and her unmentionable spot are one and inseparable, and she’s quite certain that THAT doesn’t normally work like this, but oh, she doesn’t care. The Doctor is in her entirely, filling up ever niche, every cranny. It’s all too much, and yet unbelievably perfect at the same time. Even in this featureless landscape she’s certain that she can see stars, or perhaps that’s just her mind exploding from the release.
The whole question of previous experiences becomes moot because she instinctively knows that there IS no other experience that could compare to this. The Doctor is in every one of her senses, and she can’t imagine ever feeling the way she does now with a joining that’s any less complete than this one.
The Doctor summarizes everything she’s feeling, or perhaps it’s she who summarizes for the Doctor: “And a new creature is born.”
Desire, joining, pleasure and then new life. Perhaps this is not so different from THAT after all.
Six/Charley, Charley/Alex Grayle, Charley/Eight/Sebastian Grayle
Six/Charley
In fact, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d have to say that he’s being quite stupid about that girl. Downright woolyheaded.
Oh, he justifies himself constantly. Most days, he tells himself that Charley (no, CHARLOTTE) is obviously harmless. No one who lies that badly could possibly be a habitual liar, no matter how seldom she tells the truth. On other days, the ones in which he catches her in five falsehoods before elevenses, he assures himself that he’s saving the universe by keeping an eye on her. Who knows what mischief she and her imagination could get into if he were to set her adrift.
But the Doctor is a master of the half-truth, and he’s said too many of them over the centuries to be fooled by them himself. No, Char-- Miss Pollard, is not harmless. She knows more than she should, and knowledge is never harmless. And no, she’s not about to destroy the universe. She may not be truthful, but she’s not evil either. He knows evil, and she... isn’t.
But she is pretty. And charming. And fun and engaging and enthusiastic and sarcastic and delightfully old-fashioned, even when discussing technology that wasn’t invented until centuries after her birth. She’s good company, and he’s missed that.
But he can’t trust her, so therefore, he’ll never tell her how much he enjoys having her on the TARDIS. And that makes him the biggest idiot of them all.
Charley/Lucie, Eight/Charley/Lucie, Six/Eight
Charley/Lucie
“What's happening?”
“There's another TARDIS materializing-”
“-in the same spot we are.”
“That's absurd.”
“Don't you have some sort of defense-”
“-something to stop this from happening.”
“Of course there is!”
“It's not working.”
She woke up to a the smell of a hospital. She hated that smell. There was nowhere else that ever smelled like it. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked around. There was a row of beds on both sides of the room. Her bed looked to be in the middle. Carefully she pulled back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “No slippers. What kind of hospital doesn't leave you slippers? Am I just supposed to walk around on the cold floor?”
“You're not supposed to walk around at all.” She jumped at the new voice answering her question. Turning she saw a nurse walking towards her. Least she thought it was a nurse. It had a certain nurseiness about it. As much as a giant mantis could anyways. “You've been unconscious for three days. We were beginning to worry about you.”
“What happened?” She tried not to panic. “Where's the Doctor? Where is this place?”
Breaking Pieces
Headhunter/Karen, Lucie/Karen, Lucie/Headhunter
Ianto Jones/Romana II
He likes that she likes normal things. Feels it makes an all-too-welcome change from the way his life has been going...even before Jack, things were veering off into the weird. (having a girlfriend turn cyberman didn't help, mind you)
No sex. Neither of them broaches the topic, too comfy in what they have. Enjoying the calm greatly.
She's mentioned E-Space, back when Gwen challenged her on why she was there at all, E-Space and a need for normalcy. Ianto appreciated that, loved that. He was normal!
Then the war began. Romana kissed him, terribly sad and regretting, but dutiful all the same, and was gone before his tears had dried. And Ianto made his own preparations.
requests: Ace McShane/The Master (Ainley), Sam Jones/Nyssa, Toshiko Sato/Nat Redfern, Seventh Doctor/Anji Kapoor