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Ace/Five
Date: 2008-05-28 12:49 am (UTC)They spend their time doing things other people would find ordinary, even boring. He takes her to the movies (nothing too sappy, he knows better) and she convinces him to give roller bladeing a try (she manages to keep from laughing when he falls and rips a hole in the knee of his trousers.) Dinner is eaten in a small restaurant, nothing fancy (all those extra forks make her uncomfortable) but with candlelight and flowers (he wants to show her she's special.)
When dinner is over he proposes they walk down the street to the ice cream parlor. She informs him that her flat is nearby. She has ice cream there, three flavors, and bananas too (she buys them every time she goes to the grocery, but never seems to eat them before they go bad.)
They don't even make the pretense of pausing by the kitchen as they fumble down the hallway towards the bedroom, (nothing like her room on the TARDIS) leaning against the door-frame together to share a kiss. She tugs at buttons but he stills her hands. Wanting the moment to last he undresses he slowly (beige and black jackets fall into a pile on the floor) his fingers caressing her skin. She returns the favor, but the moment his clothes are all off she pushes him onto the bed (patience never has been a gift of hers.)
Afterwards they stay awake for hours, her head cushioned on his chest (the double heart beat is comforting in its familiarity) and talk of silly unimportant things. Favorite jelly baby colors, which planet has the best sunrises, possible ways to alter the chemical structure of glycerine, what style of trainer has the best traction for running (but never Daleks, fear, or a war that is days and centuries away.) In the morning they have bananas and chocolate ice cream for breakfast (he can taste them both when he kisses her goodbye.)
Request: Ace/Nine, Sarah Jane/The Brig
Ace/Nine
Date: 2008-05-28 06:29 pm (UTC)"Something's wrong," Ace said, breaking from their huddle - cuddle - and darting off to recalibrate and put her own special touch on the explosives. Even high-and-mighty wars like this one, occassionally descended into shoving matches whose outcomes were determined by things going 'boom.'
She'd wanted to help. Wanted to help him.
President Romana had wanted the War restricted as much as possible - if the Time Lords started letting the Gelph and others fight, who could know just what the Daleks would recruit or create for their side. But Romana had allowed her old friend to bring in one of his other friends.
She'd wanted to help, so he let her. Let her rejoin him, even though a Time War was no place for a plain normal human, let alone for the singularness that was Ace.
She had been there at the fall of Arcadia with him. She'd felt outright redundant watching it unfold and infold; but the Doctor knew that, if she hadn't been there, if he'd been alone, he would've gong mad...might "have gone Dark Side" as she put it, referring to a movie she'd seen just before he'd come back for her. Or was that another Companion's remark? the Doctor briefly wondered, last week's temporal memetic concussion space-mine still affecting him, a bit.
"Ace?" the Doctor asked. "ACE?"
"Moment, Doctor," not saying Professor - that was another Doctor; she knew they were the same, and she liked Nine...but she also liked him more than him. 'Nothing personal.'
Done. Heading back, to him.
She didn't get far enough fast enough.
Traditionally, Time Lords didn't say 'my heart(s) broke.'
Intellectually, the Doctor knew why humans had such phrases. Particularly now, as the not-very-distant-at-all sound of detonations rending material wrenched his hearts even in here.
His eyes burned with the fire of what was left unto him, even as the fires around him all extinguished.
Sarah Jane / Brigadier
Date: 2008-10-28 08:54 pm (UTC)She knew exactly how to get what she wanted. It was all a game and done with her usual cheeriness and the considerable charm she wielded as a tool of the trade. He understood. She was a journalist and taking no for an answer would never get her anywhere.
See here for story: (Okay, clearly I can't do short at the moment.)
http://lost-spook.livejournal.com/9872.html
Last line I was so tempted to add (consider it optional):
“Damn,” said Sarah to herself as she got back to her car. What did she have to do to seduce him?
Requests: Six/Tegan, Benton/Jo, Leela/Poul (Robots of Death)