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Martha/Frank
Date: 2008-05-21 08:33 pm (UTC)He notices that she exists in a way she knows the Doctor never will. He offers her protection even though he has no idea what he's offering it against. All she wants to do is protect him because she does.
He's young and innocent but speaks up for what he believes in. The Doctor is so old and worldly (or more accurately universally) wise, she can see the 900 years of his life in his eyes. In Frank's she sees wonder, amazement, fear and hope.
She has to admit as human males go he's certainly one of the more impressive she's ever met. He isn't the Doctor, but then so few people throughout space and time are. He is special though, in his own completely normal, human way; much like Martha herself is. He may not be the Doctor but he offers her something the Doctor never will- himself and so he'll do because otherwise Martha might drive herself slowly crazy, waiting.
Requests Toaster/Barbara (from Sick Building), Martha Jones/Ross Jenkins, The Rani/The Doctor (Ten)
Rani/10
Date: 2008-05-23 04:05 am (UTC)The space station was aptly named: in safe orbit the first stars in all the universe, stars that were only three years old right now. Well, three years after they started burning. Not the neighborhood of the Big Bang – no way to see anything, not that early.
The Rani had manned this station alone during the Time War – defending the dawn of the universe from the Daleks. One woman - one o so glorious woman! against uncounted armadas.
She’d won - we all did, insofar as much as was possible, considering the stakes and the combatants - but the dying Dalek fleet on the edge of this solar system (empty, this early on, without anything local heavier than – not now) had lashed out in its last moment of conciousness… rupturing the station.
The Rani was mummified. The Doctor looked at her, ran one spacesuited hand along the contours of her face, never touching, always a centimeter from her toughened skin. Skin that, in life, was so alive. Not since the ages before the Gallifreyans became the Time Lords has there been a mummy of their species.
“We disagreed from time to time,” he says, not sure why, but it feels right that he do so, “but show me somebody I’ve never disagreed with, and I’ll wager I’ve never met him.” It tugs at his hearts, being so close, and yet so distant. The Rani is borderline dead: finish the job, and she’d regenerate, coming fully to life.
He can’t feel her, can’t sense her presence…but doesn’t dare wake her, can’t bring himself to unleash her upon the universe. If not for recent memories of the Master with the Toclafane, he would. He’d bring her back.
So, not feeling her, he aches.
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Request: Donna/Seven, Ace/Ten, Ace/Four
Ace/Ten
Date: 2008-06-03 04:15 pm (UTC)"Where am I?" he asks, carefully, when they've caught their breath.
Her face hardens. She's supposed to be too young to look that way.
"Why do you care?"
Hands in his pockets, rocking on his toes. "Can't run into myself, see? Might cause a paradox. Universe tears itself apart." He frowns. "I know I taught you this stuff."
"You remember that," she spits. "But you don't remember what you did to me?"
"Sorry? Wait, what? What I did to you?"
She looks like she's just been slapped, and when she speaks, her voice is terribly, horribly controlled. "You left me. You left me here, and you took the TARDIS, and now you're... new. How long has it been for you, Doctor?"
"A very long time. But you knew who I was."
"Of course I know you. You've regenerated, is all. It's still you. Haven't changed that much."
He opens his mouth to reply, but finds that he can't, that his body has put his arms around her almost without thought. He expects resistance, and for a moment it's there but then she relaxes, limp and exhausted. He knows when he is in her life now.
"Has something happened, professor?" she asks, so quietly.
He holds her against him, leaning his cheek on her hair, staring at the sky. He wishes she hadn't asked. She'll know, soon enough.
"I didn't leave you," he says, instead. "Not you. He's coming back. It's in my past now, but it's still in your future. He was trying to protect you this time."
She smiles, suddenly, and he hopes she believes him. "Fat lot of good that did." She gestures at the blood and dirt on her clothes, half laughing. "Time Lords again, right? And the bloody High Council don't want me there."
He nods. "Yup."
"I could have helped, you know. If you'd taken me with you."
"I know, Ace."
"You can't leave me, professor." He can feel her breath on his cheek. "You need me. And when you come back, I'm gonna kill you for this."
He kisses her just once, knowing he shouldn't. "I know. I remember."
Requests: Donna/Rose, Ten/Rose, Nine/Jack/Rose
Nine/Jack/Rose
Date: 2008-06-18 08:51 pm (UTC)She never told anyone that shortly after they got there, she noticed dark shapes moving across the ice, coming toward them, and by the time any of them figured out what they were - once sledge dogs, now feral and apparently bloody hungry - the three of them had to turn and run for their lives. It was a common theme of life with the Doctor, she'd informed Jack. Running. He didn't seem too encouraged by that.
She didn't tell people that Jack killed two of the dogs with his sonic blaster before the Doctor knocked it out of his hand, though not quickly enough. The remaining dogs yelped and scattered, and the three of them watched as the sonic shockwave hit wall after all of ice, and one by one, slowly, gracefully, the frozen waves shivered and collapsed – one of them directly onto the TARDIS. The Doctor said nothing, just tossed the blaster across the ice with an expression black as storm clouds, and Jack didn't even try chasing after it.
She didn't ever mention the way the three of them huddled in a tiny ice cave, Jack curled around Rose for warmth, the Doctor hunched into his coat, arms folded over his chest and seemingly unaffected by the cold. Jack had draped his coat over both of them, and while she started the night with her back against his chest, at some point she rolled over and buried her face into his neck, nuzzling against his collarbone. Jack froze for a second, like he expected the Doctor to break his neck if he tried anything, then tightened his arms around her, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
She didn't give the slightest hint she heard the Doctor and Jack arguing when they thought she was asleep, about how Jack just might have doomed them to freeze to death while the Doctor kept threatening to leave him here on the ice if they actually survived. Rose closed her eyes a little tighter, pressed closer to Jack, and whimpered a little, as if in a nightmare. The Doctor fell silent. Jack shifted a little, studying the Doctor's face, and then curled around Rose again, and she fell asleep there, shivering just slightly even with the warmth of him next to her.
She never talked about how after they managed to get the TARDIS back, something to do with makeshift external controls keyed to Jack's wristband, the three of them tumbled through the doors in a rush, all eager to get back in the heat – Rose had been starting to wonder if she'd ever be able to feel her fingers again. She laughed, finding herself again in the green-gold wamrth of the console room, and spun around to grab Jack and kiss him full on the lips. Before the Doctor could even begin to sulk, she grabbed him, kissed him too, and then went and collapsed on the seat beside the console, too tired to even make the extra effort to get to her room.
She never told anyone that Jack carried her to her room that night, the Doctor following protectively behind. That she grabbed Jack's hand after he set her down, before he could pull back, and refused to let him leave her just yet. That she pulled Jack down to lie beside her, and eventually convinced the Doctor to join them, on her other side. That she spent the night with her back pressed against Jack, his warmth at her back, her face pressed against the Doctor's chest, her palm flat against his cool skin.
That one, they didn't tell anyone. They just remembered, Rose and the Doctor and Jack. Not a secret, just... theirs. The Doctor landed on Women Wept once with Martha, took one step outside, and then turned around, closing the door tightly behind him. "Sorry, wrong planet," he said with a bright, false smile. "Let's try again, shall we? Somewhere with a beach, I think."
Some things you kept to yourself.
Requests: Jack Harkness/Yvonne Hartman, Tenth Doctor/Maggie (from "A Day in the Death"), The Master/Tish Jones
Simm!Master/Tish Jones
Date: 2008-06-30 12:41 pm (UTC)The worst thing is that she had actually thought about it, in happier days. It seems like a lifetime ago now.
When she phoned her friends to tell them the good news about her new job, a few of them observed that Harold Saxon had quite a reputation as a ladies' man. Most were just joking, but a few actually sounded worried when they warned Tish to be careful.
Tish had actually thought it might not be so bad if he was interested in her.
She supported him politically, and - to be honest - she found him attractive. He was powerful, clever, charismatic, and quite handsome. It wouldn't be unpleasant to have such a man wanting her. If he asked, she wouldn't say no to a little affair behind his wife's back, a thing of no consequence. She wouldn't be hurt as long as she was careful not to something foolish like fall in love with him.
But hate hurts so much more. Back then, she didn't know a person could have so much hate.
He made them his slaves. He constantly tortures their bodies and minds. When he orders her - always with his sickest smile - to join him in his room, she keeps her calm in front of her parents. After everything that he's made them see, after all they've learned about humiliation, horror, and fear... does he think he can break them with just that? He's beginning to lack imagination.
And eventually, he probably just wants to hurt someone else: Martha, or the Doctor, or his wife. Tish doesn't know exactly who. When he takes her, in madness and violence, he doesn't try to break her. He doesn't even pay attention to her.
No, the worst thing isn't how she used to feel. It's the horror she feels when, deep inside her mind, she finds that she has yearned for it.
Requests : Simm!Master/Ten, Ainley!Master/Adric, Simm!Master/Lucy/Tish Jones
Maggie Hopley/Tenth Doctor
Date: 2008-10-21 04:39 am (UTC)Maggie smiled at him, the old bitter smile, and shook her head. "No you're not. You don't have to say it just to be polite."
"No, I... I really am sorry." The Doctor eyed her from across the console, his expression painfully sincere, and eventually Maggie had to look away. Sympathy she was used to, but the way he looked at her... it was like he genuinely hurt for her. It wasn't a comfortable feeling.
"Blimey," he muttered after a minute, "am I ever going to meet anyone with a normal wedding day?"
"What?" she asked, looking up.
"Oh, it's... it's complicated," he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"You say that a lot."
"It usually is." Beat. "Complicated, I mean."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Don't I know it. It's not like you do anything to make it less complicated." She circled slowly around the console, trailing her fingers over the controls while taking care not to actually turn any dials, flip any switches. She stopped at his side, and looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "We're not really going to sit here all day, are we?"
The Doctor stared at her for a moment, his expression something she couldn't quite parse, and then jumped to the controls, leaning forward and past her to reach something. "Right! Of course! Ever onwards... Where d'you want to go, then? Your choice!"
"As if I'd even know where there is to go. You're just asking me to be polite, aren't you?"
Still leaned halfway over the console, he grinned at her over his shoulder. "Well, yeah, but it seemed like the thing to do. You mind?"
Maggie laughed, and stepped back to drop onto the jump seat. "Considering it's you, I'll take what I can get."
Requests: Maggie Hopley/Sally Sparrow, Harriet Jones/Yvonne Hartman, Jack Harkness/Geoffrey Chaucer
Harriet Jones/Yvonne Hartman
Date: 2008-12-04 07:30 am (UTC)A Proportional Response (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/129055.html) (1763 words)
Requests: Giacomo Casanova/Jack Harkness, Shalka!Doctor/Alison Cheney, Reinette Poisson/River Song
Maggie Hopley/Sally Sparrow
Date: 2009-03-08 05:37 am (UTC)Or, more accurately, it made you think that really bad ideas were the best ideas ever.
Neither Maggie nor Sally had gotten licked by the little buggers, but they'd had some second-hand contact at some point during the day, and it was obviously still affecting her when, after depositing the Doctor in the infirmary to figure out an antidote to the chemicals, she pushed Sally against the wall and snogged her. And, clearly, Sally was still affected, because after a moment of surprise, she snogged back.
Of course, that didn't explain Sally's grin when Maggie finally pulled back, or why Sally flipped them around so that Maggie was the one pinned against the wall getting snogged (just for a moment), or why, three hours later when the Doctor burst in with the antidote and then fled when he saw them sleepily entangled on the bed and completely naked, the two of them burst out laughing before snogging a little more. And it definitely didn't explain how, three weeks later, they were still sharing a bed, quite contentedly, though they made sure not to point that out to the Doctor, lest he splutter and blush himself to death.
So maybe it wasn't the damn koalas after all.
Requests: Rose Tyler/Astrid Peth, Rose Tyler/Gwen Cooper, Jack Harkness/Tish Jones
Donna/Rose
Date: 2009-03-05 08:21 pm (UTC)"What?" she asked. She hated how tired she sounded, because this was exciting and important, but she so rarely got a good nights' sleep these days, and all the excitement like that is bound to wear a body out.
Not to mention she was going to die.
"We really have to get moving on this," the blonde woman said with a sigh, sitting next to Donna despite her words. "It's not like it really has to be done this second, but UNIT's a bunch of military types. Don't like waiting, and I don't fancy lettin' 'em get too impatient, what about you?"
Donna laughed shakily, looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She twisted her fingers together, trying to still them. "Not really."
"Hey." The woman's smaller hand closed over hers, and Donna looked up at her. Her eyes were sad, but she had a little encouraging smile playing at her lips, and Donna could tell it was honest. "You're gonna do fine, Donna. I know you will."
"Yeah, well, Mum'd have something to say to that, I'm sure," she commented, and shifted her hands a little so the woman's was gripped in both of hers, like a lifeline. The woman said nothing, but leaned against her, the simple contact bolstering Donna's courage."You sure you can't tell me your name?" she asked finally. "If I'm gonna die and all, I'd at least like to know."
"Wish I could," was the response, and Donna thought that she really did want to say. Which meant that if she wasn't saying, it was for a good reason.
"Well. Just a name. Doesn't matter, anyway."
The woman chuckled a little and pulled her hand out of Donna's to wrap her arms around Donna's shoulders, hugging her tightly. "You are amazing, Donna Noble," she whispered.
"I'll bet you say that to all the people you stalk," Donna grumbled good-naturedly. That got a full-on laugh out of the blonde, the sound echoing off the curved walls of the alien machine, and Donna couldn't help feel pleased that she'd gotten such a pretty laugh out of the solemn woman.
Martha Jones/Ross Jenkins
Date: 2008-06-14 07:11 am (UTC)"Ma'am?" He gave her a questioning look as he realised she was the one holding his hand.
"Welcome back Ross," Martha said softly, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you, ma'am." He was still feeling dazed from the effects of the Sontaran weapon, but he did notice the way her gaze seemed to be fixed on his face.
Then she leaned forward and kissed him carefully on the mouth and he felt blood rushing into his face (and his groin), and realised abruptly that he was naked beneath the thin sheet that covered him.
"Um." He couldn't seem to find any more words after she pulled away from him.
"My hero," she said. "You were the only member of your squad to survive. I would have been very upset if you hadn't." She cupped his cheek in her hand, rubbing her thumb tenderly across his skin. Her touch was unbelievably sensual and he felt himself growing more aroused; he really hoped she wouldn't notice before he could get himself under control again.
"You'll be allowed out of here soon, to go and recuperate," she told him, still holding his gaze with her own until he felt he might drown in the depths of her dark eyes.
"Thank you, ma'am."
~~~~~~
Several hours later, Ross was lying on his bed in his quarters trying to sleep, when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Martha Jones came in. Ross started to get up, but she waved him back.
"No, stay there," she said as she closed the door behind her. "I just thought I'd come and see how you were feeling now. Can't sleep?"
He shook his head. "Every time I try, I just keep seeing that corridor full of Sontarans," he told her.
"Then I shall have to give you something to help you sleep," she said. She pulled off her jacket and hung it on the peg on the back of his door, then pulled off her shoes.
"Ma'am?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"Relax Ross," she said. "Just relax."
She continued to undress and he watched her, completely mesmerised as each item of clothing that she removed revealed more of her warm brown skin.
"Ma'am, I don't think – "
"Good," she interrupted, "you shouldn't think, just feel."
Moments later, Private Ross Jenkins was completely naked and being straddled by a very energetic MO. He whimpered and moaned as Martha moved, pleasure coursing through his body. Never, in his wildest dreams, had he expected even one of his fantasies about Dr Jones to be realised, and he vaguely wondered if he was dreaming the whole thing. But he didn't think he could have dreamt the guttural moan that was drawn out of her as she came hard, her muscles clenching tightly around his cock, and then he was coming too.
"You'll sleep fine now," she told him, leaning down until her hard nipples brushed against his chest, her hair falling around their faces as she kissed him fiercely.
"Thank you ma'am." He could barely get the words out.
"Sleep well Ross Jenkins," she whispered, as she lifted herself off him. He was vaguely aware of her removing the condom, then covering him with a sheet again, and he was asleep before she'd finished dressing.
Requests: Donna/Ross Jenkins, Donna/Sgt Benton, Martha/Tosh
Martha Jones/Toshiko Sato
Date: 2008-06-15 01:47 pm (UTC)“I mean, I’ve traveled a lot…”
“I’ve heard” Tosh sits on the bed, taking a casual sip from her cup, Martha vaguely notes the drop of coffee making it’s slow way down and automatically reaches out a finger to stop it.
And then it is just a matter of ignoring the way steady brown eyes are fixed on her.
“…But this is the first time I’ve gone farther then a kiss with anybody I’ve met out there.”
A cup is set down, another cup is pulled out of Martha’s hands and suddenly Tosh is extremely close… Again “we’ll have to work on rectifying that won’t we?”
And then there is no more discussion.
Requests: Ten/Clyde, Ten/Luke/Maria, Tish Jones/Ten