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Martha/Tom Milligan
Date: 2008-05-20 10:09 pm (UTC)He turns around. There's a very pretty girl leaning against the wall across from his building, and she's looking right at him.
"I'm sorry, miss," he says with a grin. "I'm sure I should remember you, but I don't quite."
She laughs, and the sound is clear and comforting. "You're such a flirt," she says, sticking out her hand. "Doctor Martha Jones. We met once, before. It's okay if you don't remember."
"Don't know where my manners went," he replies, shaking her hand. "I can make it up to you, if you like. Busy tonight?"
Martha laughs again, and turns to walk away. "Meet you here at seven. You can buy me dinner."
* * *
Dinner turns into another dinner into a film into lunch on Sunday with Tish into telling her mum that she's seeing someone new, now, yes, he's a doctor, no, he's perfectly normal. More or less.
* * *
She did wonder when he would ask.
"How did you know me?" he says suddenly, pausing. Martha groans, tries to encourage him with her hands, but he continues. "That day, at work, you called out to me. I mean, how did we get here from there?"
"Once upon a time, I walked the earth," Martha says, moving her hips to set her own tempo. "And I met you."
"The whole earth?" he says, with a grin and a gasp as she squeezes him tight. "What was I like?"
She pushes him off, then, sits up and rummages around in her purse by the bed. She finally pulls out a key: it's got a faint glow, slightly iridescent even in the dark room.
"You were the best man I met," she says, pressing the key into his hand and settling down on top of him. She wraps her hand around his, and increases the tempo. The key cuts into his hand as he comes, and she laughs, sits up straight, and follows him over.
* * *
"Martha. Doctor Jones."
She turns around, leaving the car door open. He's leaning against her front door, smile on his face like the cat that ate the cream. She's just finished a really long day at work. He has a small box in his hand.
"I'm going to Africa," he says. "Please marry me when I get back."
"The whole earth," he says later, kissing his way across her skin. "The whole earth."
She smiles, and thanks her lucky stars.
* * *
Their wedding rings are plain, solid gold bands; nothing fancy, nothing gaudy. On the inside, each ring is engraved with a tiny, perfect key.
Requests (let's try all new ones this time!): Ace/Hex, Tegan/Nyssa, Ben/Polly
Nyssa/Tegan
Date: 2008-06-13 09:54 am (UTC)Nyssa was sitting on her bed, legs swinging, and Tegan looked up in surprise when she spoke. She’d asked it in a perfectly normal voice, as if it was a perfectly normal question. No different to inquiring about the weather or wondering aloud what outfit she should wear today.
“I don’t know.”
What was she supposed to say? It was all over now, anyway. Tegan didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The Brigadier had been returned to his own time, with his memories fully restored and, as usual, the Doctor had swept away just as suddenly as he’d arrived.
Sometimes his detachment alarmed Tegan, but, the more time she spent with him, the more she came to understand why it was necessary. He’d been willing to give up his regenerations to save her and Nyssa, but they’d never speak about it again. Couldn’t speak about it again. It would be too hard.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for Turlough, they probably would have swept the entire incident under the metaphorical carpet. But, with him on board the TARDIS, it was rather hard for any of them to forget. Nyssa was worried. So was Tegan, actually, but she wasn’t going to admit as much. She was supposed to be the brave one, wasn’t she? Brave heart.
“There are worse things than being stuck with you for an eternity,” Nyssa continued, with that soft smile of hers. The smile that made Tegan feel hot and cold at the same time, and – when it was directed at the Doctor rather than her – inordinately jealous.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tegan found herself wrestling with an urge to reach forward and do it herself. She was sitting on her own bed, only a few feet away. It wasn’t impossible. Just a little foolish.
“No, there aren’t!” retorted Tegan with a laugh, “I’m just…”
“A mouth on legs?”
“Exactly. I’d drive you mad!”
Nyssa shook her head, brown curls bouncing on her shoulders. Again, Tegan fought the impulse to tangle her fingers in them, drawing Nyssa to her across the room and…
“You could never drive me mad, Tegan. You’re my best friend.”
…and kissing her. Kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. Over and over again, until they’d both forgotten themselves enough for Tegan to pluck up the courage and slide a hand beneath Nyssa’s skirt.
“Are you alright? Tegan?”
The ivory skin of a pale thigh beneath her fingertips. Nyssa’s eyes were half closed, and Tegan brushed her lips over the eyelids – over every inch of skin she could reach, in fact – before moving them down to the hollow of her collarbone. She could feel breathless sighs and moans against her own skin, and then, when Nyssa finally summoned up some courage of her own, a small hand moved to cup Tegan's breast through the material of her blouse, and…
“Tegan?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” she replied quickly, “I was just thinking.”
“About what life on the ship would have been like?”
“In a way.”
She grinned at her friend. “It wouldn’t have been too bad, would it?”
Next: Shakespeare/Romana II, Donna/Lee McAvoy ('Forest of the Dead'), Romana I/Romana II
Romana I/Romana II
Date: 2011-03-23 06:40 am (UTC)“Hello, Doctor,” says Romana, with a smile. “However did you recognize me?”
“Oh, I have a bit of a knack for these things, you know, very simple once you’ve got the hang of it. Look, Romana,” he says, turning to the woman on the other side of the console, “say hello to yourself.”
“Charmed,” says the younger Romana, carefully looking herself over.
“Hello,” says Romana, with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll both be wondering what I’m doing here.”
“I was just saying to myself, wasn’t I just saying to myself, yes, I was just saying to myself, ‘What is Romana doing here,’ I was saying, wasn’t I?”
“Well, Doctor,” says the older Romana. “Not to put too fine a point on it, I’ve come for the sake of love.”
“Love?” asks the Doctor his eyes bulging.
“Love?” asks the other Romana, raising an eyebrow.
“Love, mistress?” asks K-9.
“Yes,” she agrees, decisively. “Love. I’ve done a great deal of traveling now, you know, and the further I went, the more I saw, the more worlds I explored, the clearer it became to me that there would only ever be one person for me. There was one person in all my travels who was so brilliant, so charming, so stylish, so intelligent and so winning--in short, so nearly perfect in every way--that I simply couldn’t imagine ever setting for anybody else.”
The Doctor puffs out his chest. “Well, well, well,” he says. “I must admit, I am rather...”
“Romana?” says Romana, holding out her hand to herself.
The younger Romana smiles, and takes it. “I always knew,” she says.
“Would it be too forward of me to suggest...”
“Oh, not at all, darling.”
“Right,” says the older Romana. “Doctor, we’re not to be disturbed for at least a week. Do try not to destroy the TARDIS in that time, won’t you?”
The Doctor stares open-mouthed as the two Romanas depart in the direction of her quarters. He continues to stare for precisely three point seven two microspans. And then his jaw snaps shut, so abruptly it would make both K-9 and the TARDIS jump, if either of them were capable.
“Right,” says the Doctor, “we’re going to see my old friend Oscar. I’ve got a new one for him to misquote.”
“Querry, master?” asks K-9.
“To love one’s selves,” pronounces the Doctor, as he throws himself onto the controls, “is the beginning of a lives-long romance.”
---
Requests: Six/Iris Wildthyme, Romana II/Leela/Narvin, Braxiatel/River Song
Romana II/William Shakespeare
Date: 2011-05-19 11:24 pm (UTC)Will's eyes go straight to Romana's, and the intensity of their expression increases by a thousandfold at least. "My Lady Romana," he says, lifting her hand in his, and pressing a lingering kiss to her fingertips without ever looking away from her face.
"I've met poets before," says Romana, in a cautionary tone. "If you're going to try something like 'she walks in beauty like the night'..."
"Wrong century," coughs the Doctor, hastily.
"My dear Lady of Time," says Will, his eyes sparkling, "I would not do you the injustice of concealing my meaning with words too high-flown to speak sense. Your wit doth shine as clearly as your beauty..."
"Too right," Romana interrupts, with an approving nod.
"...so I will do you the courtesy of plain speech." He slips his arm around her waist, and pulls her to him so quickly she can't react. "I would have you in my bed."
Her eyes widen. "That is blunt," she says. She studies him with mild disapproval, and then, quite suddenly, grins. "Well, I suppose I have always been curious about precisely what your species gets up to in that arena. If I'm going to permit myself a little...xenobiological research, it may as well be with the greatest artist in the history of the species."
Will grins back, dipping her in his arms. "Your words are strange, my Lady," he says, "but your looks speak rhapsodies."
"You've not seen the half of it yet," she murmurs, as his lips slowly near hers.
"Romana," says the Doctor, craning his neck between Romana and Will so that his face swims into her vision upside-down, "I really don't think..."
"Doctor?"
"Yes, Romana?"
"Sod off."
Sulking, the Doctor turns away. "Fine," he says, with a sniff. "I suppose I'll just go visit good Queen Bess. She always seems very eager to see me."
There is no answer. The Doctor turns back around to find Romana and Will deeply involved in what looks like a critically important bit of snogging.
"I'll be back for you tomorrow," the Doctor says, trying and failing to sound anything other than deeply disapproving.
"Make it next week," says Romana, her diction perfect despite the fact that she never appears to stop kissing Will.
"A pox on the both of you," grumbles the Doctor, with a desultory kick at his own scarf, making his way to the door of Will's rooms and pulling it open. "Her eyes really are nothing like the sun, you know," he calls over his shoulder.
"No," agrees Will. "They are blue as the dome of the heavens, the face of God himself, blue as the great Police Box that sails through those skies like..."
"Oh, now that is quite enough," says the Doctor, pulling the door closed behind him with a scowl. "Bad enough kidnapping a Time Lord's Romana without bringing his Police Box into it. Really, poet or no poet, the man has quite simply no taste."
---
Requests: Nyssa of Traken/Zoe Herriot, River Song/Romana II, Leela/Rory Williams
Ace/Hex
Date: 2008-07-04 05:26 am (UTC)"This life," she starts again, a few moments later. "They all die, Hex." She closes her eyes and curls up into him; he puts a careful arm around her shoulder.
"It's okay," he says, and squeezes her shoulder tighter. She exhales sharply: a frustrated sound.
"It's not," she replies, voice sharp and fierce. "Everyone I love, Hex. I can't face seeing it happen any more. I can't lose – " She breaks off at that, and quickly tips her head back, parts her lips, as if she might change her mind and has to act fast. He blinks at her for several long, breathless moments, until she grins and leans up several inches to kiss him.
*
So begins the litany of the dead.
*
"Will," she says on Asgard, right after the revolution, blood still on her cheek, as she straddles his waist, takes him inside her.
"I know, I was there, Ace," he says, but not unkindly. "But we both made it through this time." He gasps as she moves harder, faster, and struggles to keep his composure.
"Eaten up by a song," she says, a hand on Hex's chest, right over his heart. "And he'd only just started to really live. Oh."
They don't speak again, but he grabs hold of her hand and holds on tight as she falls over the edge.
*
"Mike," she whispers. He looks at her, pausing in the assembly of the grenade launcher.
"We'll be fine, Ace. We're a couple hundred metres away. No worries."
"He turned out to be a Nazi," she continues. "Pretty much, a real life Nazi. And then." She closes her eyes.
"Hey." He leans over, takes her hand. "Let's blow some shit up, okay?"
Ace laughs at that, a small sound, but with genuine feeling. She takes the timing pin from him, kissing him quickly as she does so.
"Cover your ears," she says, slotting the last parts together.
*
It's quiet on Women Wept; their pair of footprints around the giant ice cap the only life visible other than the TARDIS, glowing softly far off in the distance.
He kisses her on the far side, mittened hands on each other's back, cheeks red and lips chapped.
"Gwendoline," she says after she pulls away, a little hesitantly. Hex just smiles encouragingly, sadness creeping through his eyes.
"Turned into stone," Ace says, shaking her head. "Not allowed to change. She must have still been there when I burned it down."
"When did you start your first fire?" he asks, laughing lightly. She laughs as well, then leans in, kisses him again, with intent.
"I don't want to burn you up," she says later, as he tries to catch his breath, pressed against her damp, flushed skin. He shakes his head, kisses her sternum, clavicle, chin.
*
They escape the Forge by the skin of their teeth. Hex is blind, deaf, dumb; Ace's eyes are twin suns, flaming out in a last burst of glory.
She bundles him up in bed, and sits with him for two straight days while he heals. On the third day she nudges him to one side and curls up next to him, cradling him in her arms.
"Cassie," he says, and she kisses his head, squeezes him uncomfortably tight.
*
One day he leaves; one day she dies. One day he burns up and she cries over his ashes, cursed, alone.
One day they trust. She reaches up across those four inches and kisses him; his eyes are full of fear and wonder and joy, and she loses herself, finally, in the feeling of being loved.
He holds her tight around her waist as she leans out across the edge, fifty stories up. Below them the city sparkles, another place living and breathing because they were there, had tried, had won.
"Don't go," he whispers in her ear, and she stretches her arms out, smiles.
"This life," she says. "Hex, you and me, we're going to fly."
And she's finally ready to take that leap.
Requests: Romana II/Rose, Romana I/Rose, Jackie/Mickey
Ben/Polly
Date: 2009-02-16 05:25 am (UTC)At first, he hadn't seemed too interested, which hadn't bothered Polly at the time, and by the time they got to know each other, it was easy to see that Ben had a great affection for her. She suspected that he had feelings for her, but while they were travelling with the Doctor, it was understandably difficult for anything to happen between them since they were so often on the run and fighting evil.
Finally, though, they did get back home. And of course, Polly had forgotten that Ben was going to be leaving again right away. She saw him off as she had meant to so long (but what should have only been hours) ago. He had promised to look her up when he was next on leave.
By that time, many months later, Polly had settled back in to her old life. She had a new job, this time with an accounting firm, and kept up with her friends, albeit with less enthusiasm than she had had previously. Truth be told, she rather missed Ben and Jamie and the Doctor. At the very least, which was all she was likely to get, she wanted to have Ben back in her life so she could talk to someone who really understood where she had been and the things she had seen.
And then, Ben returned, just showed up at her door one day looking exactly as she remembered, and grinning as he opened his arms in invitation.
"Ben!" Polly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Hello, Duchess," Ben replied, sounding pleased.
Polly let go and grabbed his hand, pulling him into her apartment. "How have you been? Anything new going on? Oh, I'm just so glad to see you!" She led Ben into the living room and got him settled, making tea for them while they talked.
They spent most of the afternoon catching up with each other and reminiscing about their time with the Doctor, which left Polly feeling for the first time in months that she hadn't had to hold something back. Eventually, it got late enough that Ben needed to leave.
"I've got to get back to the barracks. Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Of course. Could we meet for lunch?"
Ben nodded and they agreed to meet at a little cafe near where Polly worked. Polly walked Ben to the door finding herself reluctant to let him leave.
"Why didn't we ever get together while we were travelling with the Doctor?" It came out unexpectedly, but Polly didn't regret saying it; she actually did want to know the answer.
"Because Jamie and I had a thing going on the sly."
"You're joking."
Ben just stared at her.
Polly's eyes widened. "You're not joking?"
Ben kept a straight face for only a few seconds more before he had to laugh. "'Course I am, Pol. Jamie just ain't that sort, and neither am I, come to it."
Polly crossed her arms and did her best to look cross, although she was rather amused by the notion. "Well, are you going to answer my question or not?"
Ben was serious all of a sudden. "Never seemed like the right time, what with all the running around we did."
His answer was pretty much what Polly had expected. "Do you think it could be the right time now?"
"Well, I'll be out to sea quite a bit, but if you don't mind that..."
"I don't mind," Polly was quick to assure him.
"Great." Ben's smile was wide, and he stood there, looking like he might want to kiss her but wasn't sure if he should.
Polly sighed internally; sometimes men were so clueless. She grabbed Ben's coat with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss that felt like it had been forever in coming. She let him go a moment later, and he had something of a dazed expression on his face.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Ben." Polly smiled.
"Yeah, tomorrow."
Ben turned and walked away, and Polly gently closed the door behind him, glad to have him back in her life.
Requests: Seven/Ben, One/Adric, Mel/Ray (from Delta and the Bannermen)