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From:

netgirl-y2k.livejournal.com

Martha gets called in because she's the resident expert on Time Lords in general and the Doctor in particular.

She's able to confirm to UNIT that the alien they've got in the sickbay isn't the Doctor. For one thing she's a woman, and for another she wakes up and introduces herself.

"My name is Romanavoratrelundar," she says, "and you wouldn't happen to know what happened to my planet, because it doesn't seem to be where I left it?"

Martha swallows and tells her the truth. She'd give quite a lot of money to never again have to tell someone that their entire species except the Doctor has been wiped out.

Later, she helps Romana escape using her UNIT ID, a borrowed lab coat and a spaceship that UNIT has been forced to confiscate from Torchwood.

"Come with me," Romana says.

"I can't," Martha can't deny she's tempted, really, really can't deny it. "I've got work, my family's here."

"You did just tell me that my entire species has been wiped out."

"That's emotional blackmail."

"Yes," says Romana, holding her hand out to Martha.

"One trip," says Martha, taking Romana's hand. "Just one trip."

And she really means it. Almost as much as the Doctor had meant it when he'd said the same thing to her.

But there's going to be no sexual tension this time. Almost, probably, definitely not.

Requests: Nine/Donna, Six/Peri, Ace/Mel

From:

bibliophile1887.livejournal.com

The Doctor sat up in the bed, interlacing his fingers behind his head. He watched Peri as she prepared for bed.

Peri was watching the Doctor watch her. She sat in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Occasionally her eyes would flit over to the Doctor's in the reflection and she would smile.

“Humans are so vain,” the Doctor observed.

Peri slapped the brush back down to the table. “And you're not?”

The Doctor looked indignant. “How could you suggest such a thing?”

“We both know that the only reason you wear that coat,” she gestured to the multi-colored garment draped across the foot of the bed, “is so that people will look at you. How much more vain can you get?” She picked up a jar of hand cream and opened it, dabbing some on to the backs of her hands.

The Doctor huffed. “Perhaps it's not Humans that are vain, it's just the females of the species.”

“There are an inordinate number of men who would agree with you. However I think male Time Lords are just as much.”

“You don't know any other Time Lords!”

“I've met the Master, and he's just as vain as you are.”

Peri finished rubbing the hand-cream into her palms and arms and walked over to the bed and slid in next to the Doctor.

The Doctor huffed again. “So you've met two Time Lords. That hardly allows for such a gross generalization.”

Peri snuggled up next to the Doctor and sighed. “If we're going to have this conversation every night as I prepare for bed, you can start sleeping in your own room.”

The Doctor stiffened, in more than one way. “I just like a distraction so I'm not so focused on your lack of clothing.”

“You say that every night.” Peri kissed him, shutting him up, just as she had done every night for the previous month.

Sarah Jane Smith/Alan Jackson, Five/Six, Six/Maxil (Arc of Infinity)

From:

rushikayu13.livejournal.com

There were a few of his race that counted what he was planning as incest, several more that saw it as masturbation and pretty much everyone frowned on it due to the laws of temporal physics. Personally, he liked to keep an open mind.

After all, it isn't like he met himself often. And usually, he remembered meeting them because he was them at the time. But this was only the second (apart from the brief encounter in the TARDIS with his tenth self) time that he had ran into a future incarnation.

Although, if it wasn't for the fact that Peri was following behind him, he wouldn't have thought that the tall curly-haired man -who was currently scowling- was actually him. He couldn't believe that he would ever be that...colourful. The coat was bad enough, but the umbrella made his hair look like one of those orange wigs that clowns wear.

Still, he supposed that it was better than nothing.

However, he would have to get Peri away from the scene. Maybe he should wait for someone to capture her -which wouldn't be long, judging by the number of sinister looking men that he saw moving through the crowd- and then confront his older self.

***

The sixth incarnation of the Doctor was somewhat irritated. This was completely normal, particularly when taken into consideration that he was waiting for his past self -the cricket addict that spent more time than not unconscious and that he'd just become used to not seeing in the mirror- and said other self was running late.

His younger incarnation turned the corner and smiled at him, obviously trying to look at his face instead of the blinding psychedelic outfit. It was quite interesting, really. He knew that at that time, the coat was hanging on a rack in a small shop in Yorkshire in the year 2060 and not in the TARDIS. Because his past self had seen him in that coat, to avoid a temporal paradox, he had been forced to buy it so that he could wear it, even though he had despised it.

"Am I late?"

He smirked.

"Actually, you're right on time."

Requests: Six/Valeyard, Valeyard/Jack, Ianto/Five

From:

amaresu

The air smells like rain when he sees him laying on the damp grass. The two TARDISes are standing side by side in the meadow and it's clear he's just regenerated, the energy is still making the air tingle. He recognizes the face immediately. The trial is still clear in his mind as he stands looking down at the man, wearing a now ill-fitting tuxedo, and comes to a decision.

When the man wakes up he finds a picnic set out beside him. There is recognition on his face when he sees who is sitting on the blanket carefully buttering a piece of bread. Before he could make any protests about the Laws of Time he finds the bread shoved into his hand. “It's just a picnic. It looked like the regeneration was a bit ruff so I thought some food might be in order for you. Shame that it looks like I never do get the hang of those things. I don't remember being you so you must be a future version of me.”

The other man, the one in the tuxedo, nods his head and takes a bite out of the bread. The picnic is quiet, but lingering. They don't talk because there isn't much to be said, not much they can say. Eventually all that is left are crumbs clinging to the plates and a few drops of wine in the glasses. He leans back in the grass and looks up at the sky, “I don't remember this happening.”

“Of course not. I will, of course, make myself forget that this ever happened.” He grins at the other man and it's the work of moments to lean over and initiate a kiss. It's wrong and does more then violate the Laws of Time, but he can't help himself. He'd never been able to figure out if this was a bizarre form of masturbation or not and the best philosophers on Gallifrey didn't seem to know either. He doesn't let it bother him as he pushes aside the tuxedo.

Later he will spend over an hour looking for that picnic basket. Eventually Evelyn will lose patience with him and empty out a large sewing basket she found in the wardrobe. They will go on their picnic and he will forget about the basket again. Later still he will watch himself leave and as he listens to the other TARDIS disappearing he will run a finger along the edge of the basket and remember. Right now though he's just dropped Melanie off so that he could go and find her later. Everything was changing for him, and here he was. A him that was caught somewhere between who he is and who he will be, and that isn't really either of them. For now he will take the time to savor this him. This him that will take a new name and become someone else entirely.

From:

smallearthcat.livejournal.com

Ianto stuffed a few wayward files into a filing cabinet, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was long past time that he went home, particularly as it didn't seem likely that Jack would actually be coming back to the Hub before morning. He grabbed his jacket from the chair it had been carelessly thrown on the minute the last of the team had left the building, shrugging it back on in preparation for the chill of the late-night air.

As he was making his way out, however, he heard a strange sound. He turned around quickly, already moving to look for the nearest thing he could use as a weapon, when he saw what was making the sound. His jaw dropped in shock, and he was barely able to believe what he was seeing. A blue police box was sat right in the middle of the Hub.

Of course, Ianto knew quite a bit about the Doctor, despite Jack's reticence to talk about him at all, but that still didn't prepare him for the reality of the Doctor actually showing up then and there. He watched in silence as the door opened and a blond, rather bland-looking man stepped out, looking around curiously.

"Ah, yes." He glanced in Ianto's direction. "Obviously not 18th century Scotland." He turned round again, just about to step back into the TARDIS, when Ianto called out to him.

"Doctor, wait!"

The Doctor turned back, his confusion showing clearly. "Ah, have we met? I don't seem to recall..."

"No, no. We haven't met, but I think you know a friend of mine." He held out a hand and the Doctor shook it heartily. "I'm Ianto Jones."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ianto Jones. Which friend of yours might I know?"

"Jack Harkness."

The Doctor looked thoughtful, but not like he remembered Jack.

"Er, perhaps you don't know him." Ianto looked at their still-clasped hands.

Yes, this was definitely not the Doctor Jack knew; no one ever forgot Jack. Not to mention that the hand gripping his looked nothing like the one that Jack kept in a jar in the Hub. Not that Ianto would ever admit (sometimes not even to himself) that he had studied the hand closely enough to recognise it on first glance. In any case, Ianto decided that this must be an earlier incarnation of the Doctor.

Ianto got a little bit lost in thought, and he looked up to realise that the Doctor was staring at their hands, which had been clasped together for far too long. The Doctor finally started to pull his away, but on a split second decision, Ianto squeezed their hands together more tightly, pulled the Doctor forward, and brushed their lips together.

The Doctor backed away after a few brief seconds and gently disengaged his hand. Ianto didn't need any prodding to let go; he honestly hadn't meant to do anything like that at all. But when it came down to it, he couldn't help wanting to know what Jack had left them for, left him for. Even if it wasn't exactly the same Doctor, and even if they had only exchanged a few words, Ianto could tell that the Doctor had a sort of magnetic personality, the same sort that Jack had. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he understood Jack's leaving a little better.

Ianto realised that he had once again gotten lost in thought, and he looked at the Doctor, who was clearly flustered. The Doctor began pacing a little, and Ianto had a feeling that he was trying to come up with a gentle letdown of some sort. He really had no desire to hear it, so he stopped the Doctor with a hand on his arm.

"Hadn't you better be trying for 18th century Scotland again?" he asked, nodding slightly toward the TARDIS.

The Doctor gave him a brilliant smile. "Yes, I rather think I had. It really was a pleasure meeting you." He went to shake Ianto's hand again but seemed to think better of it, giving a small wave instead. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Doctor."

Maybe, Ianto thought as the TARDIS vanished in a swoosh of air. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to hear that sound again one day.

Requests: Harry/Seven, Mel/Polly, Five/Seven

From:

janeturenne.livejournal.com

It's always rough, and Jack likes rough. It's always cold, and Jack likes cold, too, these days—impersonal, no complications, no chance of another loss. It's always quick, and that's fine, because it means no time to get lost in thought. And it's always good, because the man fucking him has had a hell of a lot of experience, and he's had a hell of a lot of experience himself. Overall, it's just about perfect, Jack would say, except for one minor inconvenience.

He's found the one man in the universe who will never, ever let Jack call him 'Doctor.'

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Requests: President Romana/President Laura Roslin (from Battlestar Galactica), The Brig/Liz Ten (from 'The Beast Below'), Harriet Jones/Nine