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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