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Pandorica. Ten/Rose, PG-ish and mildly AU. This is a strange and rambling story about memories and other inescapable things. It was written for Challenge 73 at [ profile] then_theres_us.

She wonders who came up with that, not sleeping. If they used to sleep before, and someone decided that it was too much time to waste.

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I want to believe. Ten II/Rose, PG-ish, and probably pretty AU. I don't know. That's the way it seems to always go. This takes place in the same timeline as Series Five's The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang.

Pete keeps telling him he's overworked, and Pete is probably right. You can't remember things that didn't happen. But then: gardenias. Blonde threads curling in the sink, twisted around his fingers. Spinning themselves into gold.

I want to believe.
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Chirality. John/Sherlock, PG. It's just a short comment fic, written for the kissing meme hosted by [ profile] moony. Lots of excellent stuff over there, everybody go check out the fics!

For a brief, insane second, he wants to hand it back and take it away all over again.

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Precipitation. Sherlock/John, PG I guess, ridiculous fluff with no point, no spoilers for anything past episode one. I have so much else to do, and yet I keep sneaking off to picspams of 221B Baker Street and making happy stares like it is cake and I am holding a fork. Forgive me. Blame Martin Freeman's wee wonderful face.

1. A headlong fall or rush.

Sherlock is filing a thumbnail. )
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The Family Business. Further adventures of the Doctor, the Master, and Rose. And an extra-special guest. PG-ish. Totally AU, as always. The first section was originally written as a ficlet for dear [ profile] adriana_is, but I got overexcited and it has become a longer... thing. Thank you, everyone who encouraged me and asked for more. ♥

For previous installments, see: Human Women, Tea Time, and Firey Death.

The Master has never been happier. Never. Not even on last year's birthday, when Rose baked him a cake and he put the Doctor's face in it.

The Family Business. )
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Bluebottles. Alice/Hatter, PG, spoilers for both parts of SyFy's Alice miniseries. Simple and short, in the key of fluff. Shiny new fandom is shiny and new.

Sometimes happiness tries to smother him with a pillow during the commercial breaks, but he can live with that.

Bluebottles. )
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Lazarus. This is a very short post-Waters of Mars look at Ten. PG for themes. Also, this is for [ profile] intrikate88, font of good ideas. MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT.

"And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions."
-T.S. Eliot

Lazarus. )
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Milk and honey. Rose/Ten, PG, sooo AU. This was written for the poetry challenge at [ profile] then_theres_us, though I wrote it too late for that. It's a continuation from Skinned knees and the fourth of july and World's fair. This came, too, from the line, "everything she did was so human."

No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

Rose had looked out the window, at the air and sky that was, impossibly, whiter than the examination room walls, whiter than the pressed coats and aprons, pale and thick with clouds. Beyond the river was the city and beyond the city was the airport, and beyond the clouds was heaven, and it could wait.

Milk and honey. )
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It's gotten kind of weird over in that Eleven/Jack thread at [ profile] thunderemerald's place. And by weird, I mean awesomely weird. It's made me want to write again. Because every challenge she hands me, I have done, and oh my God she made me do Ten/Jackie and I did it and I'm not sorry and now I have to share it or explode.

So here are a handful of drabbly short-fic thingies that I have done for her. They are all slightly naughty, though nothing more than a PG-13. No real spoilers for anything.






...and there may be more later. Probably. Almost definitely. What have I gotten myself into ?
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Vignette-thing-time. So [ profile] thunderemerald was thinking about the inevitable meeting between Jack and our new Eleventh Doctor, and a part of me got... carried away. (As a side-note, [ profile] thunderemerald is also looking for good Jack-meets-Eleven fics, if you have any !) Spoilers under the cut, sort of. If vague physical descriptions count.

"Oh yes, please." The Doctor grinned. "I've got such an appetite." His eyes widened. "For pizza."

Awkward age. )
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Clocks. PG-ish, vaguely Doctor/Rose. This is just a short, spacey, sad drabble about the possibilities of regeneration. Don't read if you're not feeling up to thoughts of Tennant leaving... ever. Heaven knows I'm not really up to it.

"We did it," the nice person tells him, feeling that this will somehow encourage everybody. "We did it, and the rockets are going up and they'll finally find us. You saved us. You can't die."

"You and what army ?" he asks, drunkenly.

Clocks. )
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The mission. Fic for DW 4x11, "Turn Left." Spoilers, obviously. PG, and short.

She's beginning to understand how somebody could do this their whole life and still be rubbish at it.

The mission. )
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Tidewater. Doctor Who Season Four, with major spoilers for 4x08 and 4x09.
Fic below the cut.

"The dragons are a myth," she says. Another chunk of the wall falls in, rolling past her, with a great grinning lizard's head at the top. She scowls at it. "They're just a legend. This is a research site, not a fairy tale."

"Oh ?" he asks.

They run.

This fic contains major spoilers for characters and situations in 4x08, Silence in the Library. If you're staying unspoiled, don't click. )
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Summer of the shark. Officially, I've gone insane. But it's all for you, dear thing, dear [ profile] the_grynne and your delightful run of Heroes fic. Your wish is, apparently my command: here is Josef/Elle. PG for language and innuendo. Ha !

"Do you have a master, Josef ?" She flips down her sunglasses. "And I'm not talking about that Anne Rice shit. Does somebody run you ?" He smiles at her and she stiffens slightly, like prey; then relaxes with a practiced control. Good. He likes that.

"Use your imagination."

Summer of the shark. )
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Gratitude. BtVS fic, Spike/Buffy, Pg for language. Kind of a companion piece to The Mirror, set earlier. How do you get somebody back ?

He's drunk, but he's preturnaturally fast, and she's not making herself particularly hard to catch.

Gratitude )
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The Mirror. BtVS fic, again ! It's as if I were rewatching the season seven DVDs, again and again... which I may be doing. Shh. This is Spike and Buffy in some fantasy future, never mind the burning and the collapsing of towns and everything that happens after. PG for language, but this is really just sunshine and puppies.

He's the kind of boyfriend who will follow her into a nest of demons with only a baseball bat and a hilariously poor grasp of odds.

The Mirror )


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