Rubber Soles

Severed 1/1

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 03:40:10 GMT

Title: Severed
Rating: PG?
Author: melnay13
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: Seen Doomsday? You're good.
Summary: He missed his chance.
Author's Notes: *waves* I wrote an angsty ficlet many moons ago. I hereby toss myself back into the fic writing ring.

“Rose Tyler—”

Setting the process in motion was simple. It was a fact, something that had to be accomplished. Balance had to be achieved, and as the last of his kind it was his duty to see to it.

He knew it would it would be painful. The deafening silence of the TARDIS reminded of him at his every turn. Her scent permeated his clothes, and her words rang in his ears, “Now he’s got me.” He understood that he would miss her completely. He knew this good bye was coming. He just hadn’t considered that it would sing though his body as a burning ache that shot through his chest. The physical pain left him breathless, and he crumpled, doubled over clutching the console.

The breach was sealed. The bond was severed. He’d lost his chance to speak the words.

October Project Pimpage

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 03:32:33 GMT

My chapter is up tonight. The intro was written by jessalrynn where Martha and the other characters interact. She makes me jealous. It's so much fun to be a part of this collaboration, even though we're all kinda like, "What's going on?" "Jessa! Fix it!" *flails* It's insane, but fun. Really, go check it out! You can tell me how bad my Martha writing is... or you can tell me it's not half bad? *is hopeful* Points to people who know what my characters' names mean.

Annnnd because Jessa's title for my story reminded me of this, a vid:

Linkage? October Project

The Idiot's Love Song 1/1

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 01:07:35 GMT

Title: The Idiot's Love Song
Author: melnay13
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Tommy
Spoilers: The Idiot's Lantern
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
Summary:Rose trusted him with her life, and the Doctor wondered if she knew that he trusted her with his hearts.
Author's Notes: Written for the Time in Flux ficathon over at doctor_rose_fic Betaed by the brilliant jessalrynn .

It was there, always in the curve of her smile and the brightness of her eyes. He’d always known it. There was no denying it. The Doctor knew that Rose loved him.

Then they’d ended up in 1953 with a ravenous murderer who preyed on the weak and innocent. And what’s worse, he’d gone and left her alone, while he ran off chasing nothing. A stranger had brought her back to him, but she was a husk of the woman he knew, the woman he… This creature had no idea what it was up against, now. Whatever thing had done this to her would pay dearly. He glanced back over his shoulder at her one more time: the face he knew so well, wiped clean, as easily as one might erase a chalkboard. Rose Tyler was gone.

It was that knowledge that cut into his flesh, through sinew and muscle, into his very blood and bone. It was this that provoked the savagery of his response. Death was too good for this creature who would steal away her soul. There would be no mercy, no waiting around, or carefully crafted manipulative speeches. He would cut deep and true. This creature who robbed him of her laughter deserved no less.

Forgotten was the flippancy and the jubilance of the early day, when she’d tossed her head back and laughed at the prospect of seeing Elvis. She’d been a package of joy and life, of youth and affection, and he’d wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his days watching her nose crinkle as she laughed. Her eyebrows raised, and her mouth open, disbelieving and impressed and trusting, so trusting. She trusted him with her life, and he wondered if she knew that he trusted her with his hearts.

It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that the Wire suffered. If Rose was gone, there was nothing to stop him.

He could not forget the black and white image, calling out, not for help like the other prisoners, but for him. He’d felt the call, a pull inside of him that ached and longed to go to her. She’d been reduced to an image, without color and sound, a joke compared to what she represented to him. Rose was life, not this cheap imitation. She was joy, a symphony that would swell with the heights of her jubilance, and quiet with her sorrow. She was a rainbow of color extending beyond the mute pallet of Earth. She was real, and whole, not this two dimensional echo of life.

There was the chance, the smallest hope that she and the others might live again, that the creature’s victims, who’d had their souls sucked out through their eyes and nostrils and mouths, might be restored. There was the chance. The greater possibility was that those who were lost remained so, casualties, in a war they never knew. No, this wasn’t war. This was murder, plain and simple. A serial killer. He grinned, humorless, at the thought. The Wire had killed perhaps hundreds? He’d killed millions. The death toll rose daily, at every turn another memory of someone else dead by his hand. One more would make no difference.

As the creature’s screams echoed through the wide open air surrounding the tower, he laughed. A cold, and sharp edged creature emerged from within him, drunk with the prospect of freedom. It had been ages since it had been allowed daylight, to bring about vengeance, to savor the nuances of its prey’s fear. Still, within him, the sickness of shame turned in his gut. He pushed it further down, remembering her helpless, faceless, and it soothed him.

He climbed down the radio tower, pulling the evidence of what had transpired with him. He would retrieve the tape, and he’d kill it. He’d numbed himself to death and killing before, he could do so again. It would be the simplest thing, really. It had been the coming back from that coldness that required the most effort, so much so that he couldn’t do it alone. Unbidden, a sudden image of Rose’s concerned face flashed in his memory. Rose Tyler, the only one who stood between himself and a Dalek. He swallowed back the bile rising in his throat.

It was the boy who had suggested going back. The Doctor had doubted that any survived the creature’s demise, but refrained from telling Tommy. It would be the second time he’d killed Rose. This time, it would stick.

He led Tommy down the little streets, and regarded the town around him with a cold detached air. He wouldn’t stay here. He needed to leave as soon as possible.

His chest tightened as he thought of collecting what was left of her. He remembered her calling out for him, two dimensional. He couldn’t leave her here, alone. Could he? He weighed the possibility in his mind: cool logic against raging emotion.

Then he turned the corner.

A mass of people, blinking in the sunlight and chatting greeted them. He knew these people. Mere hours ago, they had been clenching an unclenching their fists with no real awareness. They had been dull, flat figures trapped in television sets. An elderly woman turned to where they were standing and grinned, and Tommy ran forward into the crowd to embrace her.

They were alive. His breath caught in his chest, the carefully formed protective coating of ice melted from around his hearts. There had always been the chance.

He didn’t think. His thoughts came to a full stop. He only knew one emotion, and it filled and warmed him in sharp contrast the numbing iciness of his hatred and rage. He hoped.

He scanned the crowd, breathless and disbelieving. Surely, surely he would find her.

He caught sight of her a split second before she noticed him. She was in profile and he took inventory from afar: eyes, nose, lips… She turned, and a slow grin spread across her features as she caught sight of him. He couldn’t help but return the gesture. And then he was walking, jogging, and she was in his arms. He lifted her from her feet and spun her in his joy, smiling so large he knew he must look like a love sick school boy. She laughed and pressed her face into his neck, and he let his eyes fall closed. He didn’t care what he looked like. She was whole.

“All right?” he asked her as he let her down. He didn’t let her go.

She smiled, and nodded in reply, but searched his eyes. “Are you all right?” she asked significantly.

“Always,” he answered automatically.

She searched him a moment longer, but before she could say anything Tommy was inviting them home.

The Doctor was all too happy for the distraction. He didn’t need to dissect his recent behavior. There were only so many burdens he could unload on her. He never really intended to unload any of them on her in the first place, and if he wasn’t careful… She smiled at him, and squeezed his hand where he gripped it a bit tighter than usual. He sighed.

It was all too easy to forget, sometimes: who he was, what it meant to be the last. They were such bold, obvious, grounding things. Things he knew, that he carried to weigh himself down, to punish himself.

It was her fault. Somewhere along the line, he had left those facts that defined him nowadays, and started to replace them. She believed he was good, and suddenly, he hoped it was true. She thought him brave, and he kept fighting. She reinforced the good in him, and pointed out the bad, and he pushed himself to be the man she thought him to be. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen for her.

The sunset reflected in her golden hair, and she asked him about the creature in its prison. What if it got out again? He thought back over the circumstances of its imprisonment, the speed at which it lost its victims and the death of its original host. It couldn’t have survived. It was already dead, he thought. It was already gone. He felt a weight in his chest lift. Rose was here, the creature was not, and he’d given it a final chance. He tried not to think of what might have happened if it had taken his opportunity at an out. Mercy wasn’t exactly something he was particularly good at without Rose by his side. He swallowed.

“Doctor.” Rose sounded concerned. He turned to her, and she cupped his cheek. “You’d tell me if something was bothering you.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and took a firmer hold on his face. “I know you would,” she stated seething. She was furious, her eyes were blazing, her forehead wrinkled, her jaw set, and he had no response. None. Tears were welling up in her soft brown eyes with her righteous indignation, and the only thing for it, really, was to kiss her.

She jumped a little in his sudden embrace, obviously not expecting his response, but then her arms encircled him and she ran her thumb through the hair at the nape of his neck. She whimpered softly into his mouth, and he pulled back slowly.

She looked unblinking into his eyes, waiting for an explanation. He really didn’t have one. The silence stretched on between them until the laughter from the party up ahead on the street broke them of their reverie.

She cleared her throat, straightened his tie carefully, and hooked one arm through his. She began to walk toward the celebration but he didn’t move.

“What?” she said, a little agitated. She let her arm fall free of his, and she perched them on her hips, a perfect imitation of her mother riled.

“You would have just let me snog the hell out of you and never mention it again?” he said finally.

She glared at him, and took a few rapid steps toward him, backing him into the brick wall behind him. She thrust a finger into his chest and he swallowed. “You don’t get to ask me that. You’d rather lie to me and tell me everything is fine when I know that everything is far from it if you did choose to ‘snog the hell out of me,’ which by the way, you didn’t. Mickey Smith was a much better kisser than you, and he never lied to me. Hell, Jimmy Stones was a better kisser than you, he lied to me, but at least he got himself arrested!”

The Doctor was indignant. “I know I’m a better kisser than Mickey Smith.”

“Well, you’re not. Sorry,” she said breezily, as she turned to leave.

He grabbed her arm, furious. “This isn’t about Mickey, and it’s not about snogging. What’s wrong?”

“You’re a liar!” she fumed.

“And this is news, is it?” he retorted.

She laughed humorlessly. “You’re right. You are absolutely right. Stupid ape doesn’t get it.”

“Obviously not,” he rejoined.

She slapped him.

His cheek burned in the silence that followed.

“I’m going to get something to drink,” Rose said evenly. She turned and walk toward the corner.

“Rose,” he said quietly. She paused, but didn’t turn around. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked, with her back still to him.

He paused. Where to begin, he thought dryly. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, when we first landed. It was my fault. We could have stopped it sooner. I could have stopped it before…”

She turned around to face him. “You’re not all right.”

He swallowed. “No.”

She ran to him, and threw her arms around him in a huge hug. He felt a warm wetness on his neck, and leaned his head back against the brick wall. How many tears had she cried for him, already?

“I’m fine, now. You saved me, saved all these people. You stopped it. It’s okay,” she soothed against his neck.

“It’s not,” he denied. “I wanted to make it suffer.” She was quiet, and still against him, as he spoke. “I let myself choose you, for a moment, over all the other victims and innocent lives. I was killing it because it took you.”

She pulled away from him, like he knew she would, but instead of walking away, she looked up at him. “Isn’t that what we do everyday? Put a name and a face to a problem? Remember Gwyneth? Sir Robert? Reinette?” She cupped his cheek. “Why should it be any different if it was me?”

“Because you’re different,” he stated through clenched teeth.

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because I’m in love with you!” he raged.

Her hand fell away from his face, and he closed his eyes, to rub at his forehead in frustration.

“Rose,” he started again, beseechingly.

She pulled his hand away from his eyes, and entwined their fingers.

“I know. I’ve always known. You’re not exactly good at hiding it.” She smirked up at him, her eyes dancing with mirth.

She was winding him up, he realized. After everything today she was having a go at him, and as she blinked up at him devilishly, he knew he would never be able to let her go.

He found himself fascinated with the curve of her lips as she held back her laughter. There had been every chance today that she would never again be able to mock him the way she was doing now, the way she always had. He might never again see this teasing expression, the same expression she wore their first trip together.

“You think you’re so impressive.”

“I am so impressive!”

Her life was so fleeting. He wanted to share in every moment, every smile, and every teasing joke that knocked him down a peg. Why should he hold himself apart from her any longer?

He sputtered. “You’re in love with me!” he accused.

She grinned, tongue caught between her teeth. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

He glanced down at their entwined hands, and back at her face. He took inventory, once more: eyes, nose, mouth. She was whole and his, and joyful and teasing, and he hadn’t answered her question, yet.

He pursed his lips. “Nothing,” he answered.

She dropped his hand.

“You’re going to kiss me, I think,” he said.

She gaped at him.

“Weelll, it’s only fair, seeing as I made the first move to begin with,” he reasoned.

“You?” she asked incredulously.

“Yeah, me.”

She blinked and shook her head. “I’m going to get something to drink,” she repeated, and gestured over her shoulder. She turned from him, and walked around the corner to join the neighborhood celebration. He grinned and followed her.

She leaned against a table and laughed with an older woman, joining in with the crowd seamlessly. He stopped to collect the drink for her, and slipped through the crowd to rest at her side. She glanced up at him, and he offered her a wonky smile which made her laugh. She accepted the drink and thanked him with a peck to the cheek. She grinned and leaned into his ear. “Your move.”

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Tue, 15 Sep 2009 02:36:56 GMT

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Pet Peeve 1/1

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 23:30:32 GMT

Title: Pet Peeve
Author: melnay13 (cordelialear)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's not mine, and it saddens me.
Summary: The Doctor fails to react to the belittling of his companion quickly enough. She can handle herself.
Author's Note: The drabble won by edgeofworld for outbidding wiggiemomsi Her prompt was "pets" 100 words according to Word.

“And what shall we do with sir’s pet?” the silver-striped alien asked condescendingly, the perfect example of 67th Century racism.

“Well…” The Doctor glanced at his companion.

Rose could take anything. She was brilliant that way. Sure, she had been a little upset about being called his prostitute, but she’d taken the mistake with admirable grace. Being called a pet wouldn’t bother her. She’d find it funny. They’d laugh about it later, and end up hugging.

The Doctor took his companion’s coat to give to reception. The alien sneered, and handled it as if it were disgusting.

Donna decked him.

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Mon, 14 Sep 2009 18:09:58 GMT

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Only I May Dance

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 19:06:21 GMT

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Sun, 13 Sep 2009 10:47:26 GMT

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8 years ago today

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 17:29:13 GMT

8 years ago, today, I was sitting on a gym floor wishing that the other students around me would quiet down, and sit in their lines, so that we wouldn't get into trouble. I was 14, a high school freshman, and I was concerned about open house scheduled for later that night. I hadn't got much sleep the night before, and I knew that with the open house, I wouldn't be getting much that night, either.

Around 9:30/9:45, the coach still hadn't come out, and I was getting antsy, along with my classmates, when the three coaches and their students assistants rolled out a television on a cart. It was on some news channel or other, and I thought that the class across the gum was going to watch a video on sportsmanship or health, or some other such nonsense. Then one of the student assistants ran over to us and told us that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane and a bomb went off in the Pentagon. Now, I was 14, and I clearly remember not believing them. I thought it was a joke, so I rolled my eyes and moved on. The rest of the class was soon gathered around the television, and I eventually joined them when I saw that none of them were in trouble for not sitting in their lines.

I saw the second tower get hit on the news while the reporters were talking, and I remember them being shocked when they realized that it wasn't a replay of the first tower. I honestly don't remember if what I saw then was a replay of it actually happening, or the actual event in real time, all I know is that it seemed surreal.

I remember the announcement over the intercom about what had happened when I made it to my next class, and I remember them saying that open house was canceled. I remember my classmates cheering. It didn't seem real, see. We were still thinking about our falling grades, and the stress of our parents meeting our teachers and the lack of time to complete assignments for the following day.

I remember finally understanding when I went to third period (Speech) and we did nothing but watch news coverage of the events. It wasn't a bomb in the Pentagon, and apparently, there were other targets. Lunch was a somber affair, and none of us really wanted to be out of the classrooms away from the televisions. We immediately went back and watched silently, trying to understand.

Fourth period was geometry, and it was out in a hot portable and I remember expecting to come into more television coverage of the events. We did math, because our teacher said that nothing else had changed, and we had to learn our proofs.

I can't say that I really understood what it meant that regular people went to work like everyday of their lives, and then the building erupted in flames around them, or collapsed on top of them. I still don't know if I can comprehend what happened to normal families all over New York and Washington, DC. I just remember events as I remember them.

Friends in Low Places1/1

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 01:46:25 GMT

Title: Friends in Low Places
Author: melnay13
Rating: All Ages
Crossover: The Andy Griffith Show and Doctor Who
Disclaimer: I own neither show.
Characters: Otis, 10th Doctor, Barney, Andy
Summary: Otis invites a lost stranger home, wherever that may be.
Author's Notes: Because I can. This is the result of a line from my Pastor's sermon, today. I also blame my love of both shows, and my special fondness for Otis the drunk. At the risk of sounding like a country song, I miss Mayberry. Anyone know when it airs?

Otis staggered down the street, pausing only to lean against the dark storefront when he knew he was about to fall. He was ready to take his usual place this time of night, namely his cell. He made a vague swipe at straightening his hat, and pressed on, tripping clumsily over his own two feet. With a cry of surprise he fell onto his hands and knees. He stayed there for a moment getting his bearings, blinking slowly.

It was getting late. Surely Barney or Andy would worry. If he stayed out long enough someone might come looking for him, maybe even help him up. The idea pleased him. He wasn't getting any younger, after all. Why shouldn't they come along, fuss over him, and take him back to this nice, warm cell. He waited to see if anyone would come help him along, but after a few minutes, no one came, and he knew he was on his own.

Muttering, and swaying he pulled himself up, and began to round the corner, when the wind picked up behind him. He threw his arm up to grab his hat, and missed, slapping the wall behind him. A strange grinding sound began to swell from a point just a few yards from where he stood, and the stretch of road behind it became gradually obscured by a dark rectangular figure. The figure solidified, and the sound stopped, leaving the night as quiet as it had been before the strange occurrence.

He glanced down the street, swinging his head to either side, and throwing himself off balance again. He clutched at the wall behind him to steady himself. There was something funny going on. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. Maybe he already was. He blinked several times, but the object remained in the middle of the road. There was some sort of writing on it, too, but he couldn't make it out through his blurred vision. Squinting, he stumbled forward, his curiosity getting the better of him.

He was nearly to the big wooden crate, when a door on the side of it swung open, and he was blinded by a sudden flood of light from within it. He stumbled back, tripped, and fell down hard on his rear. He muttered under his breath, rubbing alternatively at his sore bottom and his eyes as spots danced before them. The light went out, just as abruptly as it had appeared, and suddenly someone was standing beside him.

"Sorry about that! Terrible ion storm off the Serloom Galaxy, threw me off track. Emergency landing, if you will. In fact, I'm not quite sure where or when I am." The someone grabbed Otis under his shoulders and hoisted him up into a standing position.

When his vision cleared, he noticed that the someone was wearing a rumpled suit, with a skewed tie and messy hair. He put that together with the crazy rambling, and he recognized a kindred spirit. Otis decided he liked the man straight away.

"So, where and when am I?" the man asked.

Otis blinked, and laughed a little wheezily. "Had that problem last week, brother." He slapped the stranger on the back. "Follow me." The man shrugged, and began to walk with him further into town.

"What's your name?I don't mean to sound rude, honestly. I just, sort of... am." The man sounded so resigned about this fact that Otis couldn't help but chuckle. The man laughed with him. It was nice to have company on this walk.

"Otis," he answered. He tripped, and the stranger caught him. The man, once again helped him to his feet, and stooped to pick up his hat. He brushed it off before handing it over to Otis. "Thanks," he said, as he placed it back on his head, and straightened it with both hands.

"Where are we going, Otis?" the man asked, sounding slightly concerned.

Otis glanced over his shoulder at the man, and smiled. "Home," he said. It was true he thought, brightly. He was going home to his bed in his cell, and he was bringing a guest. He hoped that Andy's aunt had brought enough supper for four people. He smiled, he knew she always made too much, anyway. It would be fine.

The man seemed to approve and continued to walk along side of him, occasionally helping him to stand up straight, or keep him from falling.

"How long ya gonna be here?" Otis asked, as they approached the corner of the building.

"Oh, not long. Just passing through. I'll just help you to bed, and I'll go. Not much to do in the middle of the night, now is there?" He smiled. "How much farther is your home?"

"We're here," Otis said, patting the building fondly.

The stranger glanced up, and tugged on his ear. "Well... All right."

"Ya hungry?" Otis asked as he approached the door.

A piercing ringing, almost like a telephone's, cut off the man's reply, and he began to pat himself down wildly, until he finally thrust a hand into his left coat pocket and retrieved the source of the racket. He shoved the small rectangular device to his ear and began to talk. "Martha?"

The man began a frantic, one-sided conversation with the little box, and Otis shook his head. The man was crazy, and just when Otis thought he liked him, too.

The man's babbling, stopped, and he looked over at Otis apologetically. "Sorry, Otis. I've got to go. My friend needs me. Do me a favor, would you?" Otis nodded once and the man grinned. "Take care of yourself."

"You too, buddy,"Otis said, smiling appreciatively.

The stranger picked the device back up, and continued his wild rambling. Otis shook his head, and pulled the police department's door open.

"Where have you been?" Barney demanded. Otis waved him off.

"Andy, you'd better do something about that guy." Otis said, seriously. He motioned over his shoulder. "He's crazy."

Barney glanced over Otis's shoulder and saw no one. He shrugged at Andy, who smiled knowingly.

He patted Otis on the back. "We sure will, Otis. We sure will."

New Story 1/1

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:36:48 GMT

Title: New Story
Author: melnay13
Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Me no ownee
Summary: How does one approach a happily ever after?
Author's Notes: For catyuy ,who is under the weather, and may or may not have hallucinated me showing up at her door today. Another story set immediately after JE, tied to none of the other series of mine, just a nice stand alone.

Rose sat nursing a cup of tea, as she leaned against the railing on the hotel balcony. The Doctor was standing next to her, peering up at the night sky.

The Doctor was standing next to her.

She hadn’t seen him in over a year, and here he was wide-eyed and grinning at a sky he had no hope of ever exploring. He shivered once, exaggeratedly, and threw her a wink.

“Blimey it’s cold. How do you lot ever cope?”

She smiled faintly as she studied him, the only possessions he owned were literally the clothes on his back (and the things in his pockets. She didn’t even want to start to think about that.)

“Rose?” he asked gently, and realized she’d been staring.

“Sorry.” She grinned into her tea, and he bumped his hip into hers.

“What?” he asked. He was drawing his lips into his trademarked rakish grin.

“I was just thinking about Christmas… Sycorax…” she trailed off giving him a knowing look.

He flexed his hand. “Slight weakness in the dorsal tubercle,” he agreed.

She fixed him with a searching look, and for once he didn’t avoid her eyes. “Last time… you didn’t know who you were.”

He shifted to lean his back against the railing, and wrinkled his brow, as though searching for the answer to her not quite spoken question. She paused, waiting for him to speak, but he merely nodded for her to continue.

“Do you… know, now?” She felt foolish for asking in such a simple way, but he beamed at her.

“Rose Tyler,” he breathed. He was smiled widely at her. She waited for his response but he kept grinning. She arched an eyebrow at him, and he coughed. “Sorry. It’s just, I’ve missed you. Terribly. Horribly. Inconceivably. And here you are, standing next to me right now, asking me the most brilliant questions.”

She blushed slightly, and was grateful for the cover of night. He continued grinning at her, beaming with pride, and she got the distinct impression he was avoiding the question.

“Do you?” she asked.

He opened his mouth, but merely drew in a breath. He let it out with a huff, and the chilled air saw fit that it was faintly visible.

“I know that I’m here, with you. I’m less than a day old, and more than a millennium at the same moment. I’m a Time Lord of the planet Gallifrey, and I’m a human of planet Earth. I’ve traveled by TARDIS for over 900 years of my life, and I’ve been Cardiff bound for more than a year. I’ve held your hand today, caressed your cheek, and kissed you, and I’ve walked away from you. I’m part Donna, and as much as I hate to admit it sometimes, I am the Doctor.”

Rose listened intently, not daring to breath.

“I suppose, you could say, that I know exactly who I am. The real question is, who will I become?” He turned his soulful brown eyes on her, and he seemed to genuinely be asking her.

“I… I don’t know,” she answered feeling as though she was letting him down in some way.

“And rightly so. I don’t know anymore who I am to become, than who I was a day ago.” He ruffled his hair, and squinted up at the stars.

Her confusion must have been plain on her face, because he smiled faintly, and took her hand. “People, like you and me, we change constantly. From one second to the next we’re never the same. Skin cells die, the air than fills our lungs is different… We’re always changing, and we barely notice it. Time Lords, on the other hand, they change in a different way. They’re aware of the minuscule differences in ordinary people, like you and me. They see time lines, and feel mortality in a vastly different way than us. And,” he paused for dramatic effect, “it makes them spectacularly stupid.”

Rose frowned, concerned. “You’ve lost that ability, then?” she asked quietly.

“To be spectacularly stupid?” He shot her a lopsided grin. “Weellll, I sincerely doubt that.”

She didn’t return the grin.

He sighed. “It’s not a bad thing, Rose. It’s freeing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s completely terrifying, not knowing what could happen if I choose to wear red instead of green, or turn left instead of right, but all the same…” He shook his head and grinned. “I’d never have been able to give you this,” he squeezed her hand, “as a Time Lord. I would have obsessed over your lifespan and keeping you safe. I couldn’t be what you needed, Rose.”

She searched him for a moment. “What do I need?” she asked solemnly.

“Food, shelter, the odd companion.” He shrugged and she slapped at his arm.

“You know what I mean!” she said through her laughter.

He nodded. “I do.” He paused before giving her his answer. “The same things I need: a friend, a protector, someone to listen, someone to be angry with, someone to understand.” He sighed.

“Did you mean what you said… on the beach?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

“Kiss me.” He did.

When he pulled away from her, she blinked away a tear. “You’re really alright with this life?”

He glanced up at the night sky with its barely visible stars, and then back at her. He was smiling in an easy going way as he leaned back against the balustrade.

“Do you remember what I said to you, on the beach, the first time?” he asked.

“Of course I do.”

“This life, what did I call it?” he asked quietly.

His gaze was a little unnerving, and she shifted slightly. “You said it was the adventure you couldn’t ever have. But, that was just—just to make me feel…” He watched her impassive. “Better,” she finished lamely.

“Did it? Make you feel better, I mean.”

“No,” she said immediately.

“Why not?” He was still quiet.

“Because, you made it sound like—like I was getting something better. But that was just… Wrong. It wasn’t the traveling and the mad pace of everything that I was going to miss, though I would sometimes. It was that I was losing you.”

“Would you take me, without the traveling, and the TARDIS?” He was perfectly solemn, staring into her eyes, and she got the impression that he was holding his breath.

“That’s how we got here, in the first place,” she said, not unkindly.

He nodded, and let out the air he’d been holding in. “I am sorry that you had to choose.” She took his hand. “But, I’m tired. I am so tired. I think, after all this time, I’m finally ready.”

He was staring up at the stars, again, and a terrible thought crossed her mind. The other Doctor had compared him to himself back when she first new him. Back when he’d been waiting for, almost counting on his own death.

“No.”

“Sorry?” He blinked, startled.

“I’m not letting you give up. I’m in charge of you, yeah? That means keeping you alive and healthy for as long as possible.” She squared her shoulders and dared him to contradict her, channeling her mother, as she was.

He looked briefly confused, blinked, then smiled ruefully. It wasn’t a look she was accustomed to seeing on his face, but then he began to chuckle and his expression became more familiar.

“I’m not going to off myself. That’s the farthest thing from my mind—well, now it’s not, since you brought it up. Classic example of ironic processing theory.” He beamed at her, noticed her expression, then sobered immediately. “I’m not going to kill myself. I just… think that I’m ready—so ready—to be happy.”

A slow smile spread across her features that mirrored his own. “Are you?”

“Oh yes. In fact, depending on the answer to a particular question, I think I’m starting out just fine.”

She frowned. “What question’s that, then?”

“I asked you if you wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you, back on the beach. This time,” he added for good measure.

She blinked. He had, now that she came to think of it, but, at the time, it had seemed more like a statement, and since when did she care about grammar this much?

“Do you?” He was staring at her intently, and she noticed, holding his breath again.

She smiled. “Yeah.”

And they laughed.

No 1/1

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 04:01:27 GMT

Title: No
Author: melnay13
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Jackie
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: Army of Ghosts
Disclaimer: I own it not.
Summary: Rose is changing right in front of her eyes. Jackie has to make her understand.
Author's Notes: Written for the Time in Flux ficathon over at doctor_rose_fic , and finished by God's grace alone. Well, with a little help from my lovely beta jessalrynn who is far more helpful than she'd have you believe. Dedicated to my own Dad who drives me nuts, and made me angry enough to finish this.

Jackie Tyler looked into her daughter’s eyes, amidst the Doctor’s barmy talk of footprints, and boots, of his incessant need to destroy all of the hope she had, and she could see it. It was creeping into her Rose’s soul, and stealing her away, the only scrap of Pete Jackie had left.

Rose was different.

As soon as she had a moment alone with Rose, Jackie told her exactly what she’d seen. Rose didn’t know how to react, and it was clear. Jackie turned from her only daughter standing in the middle of that blasted time machine. She knew—knew that what she was saying hurt. The truth did hurt, in her own experience.

“He’s dead, miss,” the policeman told her.

“But—Pete.” She collapsed. Lost her breath, and her nerve. They’d been arguing. The last thing she’d said to him was…Her daughter. Oh, God. Rose.

Rose had to understand, though. She was different, ever since she had left her mother behind to travel with that man. She’d never been the same. She was losing touch with her mother, her friends… with Earth, even. How could she not see what it would mean, one day?

“No.” The Doctor’s figure was obscured by the afternoon sunlight pouring in behind him. His voice was firm, and Jackie could easily see why so many… things might be intimidated by him. But she was a Tyler, and this was her daughter.

She fixed him will a level stare. He wanted a challenge? He would get one.

“No, what?” she demanded.

“No, Rose won’t change. Age? Yes. Mature? Yes. But change beyond recognition? Never. Rose is too stubborn for that. Jackie, do you realize the things your daughter has been through? Daleks, Slitheen, wars, famine, flood, intergalactic travel, and she is Rose Tyler. She’s exactly who you brought her up to be. There’s no question, of that. She’s stared down world leaders, Rose Tyler. She’s brought about change, and she’s toppled governments, but she is—will always be—Rose.”

Rose drew in a breath from beside her, but she didn’t look at her daughter. Change had never been good to them. It was too unpredictable, too hard. It had always been this way. And Rose was changing. How dare he proclaim otherwise. She knew her own daughter. Who did he think he was?

“Mum, this is Jimmy,” Rose muttered as she struggled to hide the bruises on her wrist. The boy beside her barely nodded lazily as if he had better plans than meeting someone’s mother.

“How would you know? How could you possibly know?!” Jackie demanded. “You drag her off, not giving a flip for who she’s left behind, or how long it’s been since she’s seen them. Not knowing if she’ll ever see them again! For all I know, she could be dead half the time!” She ignored the break in her voice, and the sting in her eyes. She would not cry for this alien.

He slid his hands into his pockets casually, but his face was set. Stubborn, and daft, just like Pete, he stood calmly, surveying the two of them. Jackie shifted toward Rose.

“Mum.” Rose tentatively laid a hand on her arm. “I’m alright. I’m here, and nothing could ever stop me coming to see you.” Rose was doing her best to reassure her, but it was clear to Jackie that Rose didn’t understand.

“And what about when I’m gone?” The Doctor drew in a breath, and did his best to make himself look unconcerned. Jackie noticed the brief quiver in his features. She had him.

“Don’t talk like that!” Rose demanded.

“No, really. When I’m dead and buried? What’s to keep you here?”

Rose swallowed.

“I won’t keep her from her home, Jackie,” the Doctor said, after a moment. “I made you a promise, remember? I promised that I’d always bring her back to you. I’ve kept it, haven’t I?”

“ It’s ‘cause I love you Jacks. I won’t ever leave you.” Pete brushed the stray tear away from her cheek.

“This is different. I’ll be gone,” Jackie snapped at him. She turned back to her daughter, her beautiful daughter who had tears welling up in her eyes.

“It’s not different, though. Not for me. I made you a vow. I am keeping it—for—forever.” His voice only wavered slightly, but Jackie knew. It was in his every breath, and step. He couldn’t conceal it from her.

“Forever,” Jackie echoed pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

He didn’t back down, she’d give him that. He squared his shoulders and looked her dead in the eye. “You wanted to know how I know that Rose won’t change. I can tell you that change is a fundamental part of the human condition and, in a broader sense, of time. This planet, this universe is built on change. If nothing ever changed, life would cease. But, Rose, fundamentally who she is, will not—I’d even go so far as to say cannot—change. Jackie, your daughter held all of the power in the universe for one moment. She absorbed the Time Vortex, the most powerful element of change out there. The element. She held it in her fragile humanity, and she chose to save her friends. She could have reordered the stars and made time run backwards, but she chose to save us. Afterward, she was the same. The power killed me, Jackie. I changed right in front of her, but she didn’t. She was still brave and fierce and strong, compassionate, and beautiful. She still held my hand.”

“I always will,” she heard Rose say softly, from by her side.

“You’re a nutter!” Jackie squealed.

“You love it,” Pete teased.

Those ancient, alien eyes were pulled from her, and landed on Rose. He remained solemn, but something in the glint of his eye gave way to a softening of his features.

“I meant what I said,” Rose said firmly.

“I know you did,” the Doctor replied quietly.

“That Tyler boy is up to no good. Mark my words,” her mother said disapprovingly. “Filling your head with all that nonsense.” She tutted.

“Then you should know,” Rose turned to her mother. “I’m not leaving him. I’m not. I used to work in a shop, Mum.”

“I’ve worked in shops, what’s wrong with that?” Jackie snapped.

“That’s not what I meant. I—I’m not going to disappear again, Mum. You won’t go for years without hearing from me. I won’t let him do that to you again. You don’t have to worry. He’s promised you, but this is me, promising you, Mum. We’ll come back.” She took hold of Jackie’s hand, her eyes bright. “But, there are things out there, that I couldn’t have imagined, and there are people who need help. I can help them, Mum. It’s what’s right. It’s what Dad would’ve wanted—what he would’ve done.”

“Sweetheart,” Jackie began, a tear escaping unbidden from her eye.

“No, Mum. There’s something you don’t know, about the Doctor. Something you need to understand. He didn’t steal me away from you. I left. I had this opportunity, and I took it. And since then, he’s shown me what I can do, and he’s shown me that I could be more. I have changed Mum, but I didn’t do it because he made me change. I did it because I wanted to. I met the Doctor, I saw what was out there, and I wanted to help. So, I changed. I left London, and you, and my friends, and even Earth. But I did it. So, if there’s anyone you should be mad at, it’s me.”

Jackie Tyler knew when she was wrong, and right now, as her daughter stood up strong, unflinching and full of confidence, she was wrong. It suddenly became clear to Jackie what the Doctor meant when he said Rose hadn’t changed. Rose had been many things, before the Doctor came into her life. She’d been stubborn and she’d been clever, and she’d always been full of compassion.

She swallowed.

Rose was still all of these things, but Jackie knew that Rose had changed. The Doctor was wrong, after all. Before she met the Doctor, Jackie had never seen Rose this happy.

She suddenly realized with a sick feeling the problem. Somewhere, deep inside of her, Jackie begrudged her daughter her happiness. She thought of Pete and life she had missed, every time she saw her daughter smile. She’d never seen her daughter smile more, believe in herself more, than when she was with the Doctor.

Jackie took a breath.

She had been wrong. She had to explain, to make Rose understand. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I miss you.” Her voice cracked, and she swiped at her eyes. “It’s hard to watch you grow up, and realize that I’m missing it. I’m left here, on my own, and you’re out there, doing good…together. I’m so proud of you.” Jackie caught Rose in a fierce hug, and leaned into her ear. “Be happy, sweetheart,” she whispered.

Rose laughed, a watery sound, and pulled away from her mother to smile at her.

Jackie turned to look at the Time Lord. He was tugging on his earlobe, apparently finding the floor grating very interesting.

“You’ll take care of her.” It wasn’t a request. He jumped, and she held back a smirk as she realized she hadn’t lost her touch.

“I promise.” She could see it in his eyes.

“Alright, then.” She smiled at her daughter and nodded in the direction of the Doctor. He blinked at them, looking confused, even as Rose laughed out loud. She strode across the room to stand in front of him looking as happy as Jackie had ever seen her.

“What?” he asked Rose, utterly oblivious as to what had just transpired.

“This,” said Rose, and she kissed him.

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What Happens on Vergon 6... 1/?

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:34:15 GMT

Title: What Happens on Vergon 6...
Author: cordelialear
Pairings/Characters: 10, Donna
Rating: Teen
Summary: The Doctor takes Donna to the Las Vegas of Vergon 6. Hijinks ensue. Some Time Lords just can't hold their liquor.
Author' s Notes: Against my own better judgment, I'm posting the first part of this... erm... masterpiece? before it's done. This is my first published Donna fic, and it's a bit... Well, this is sort of a game of how many cliches I can hit on one fic, ya dig?

The first thing Donna Noble became aware of that morning was a dull ache in her head. Then, the pink rays of sunlight intruded on her eyelids, and she was forced to crack one eye open. That eye saw only brown pinstripes. Donna then realized that the bed she was laying in was not her own. It was far too lumpy… Donna opened the other eye cautiously, and realized that the lumpy, uncomfortable bed she lay on was not a bed at all. She’d been sleeping with her head face first in the Doctor’s stomach.

She decided to get off of the Doctor as quickly as humanly possible, but was rather painfully impeded by a harsh pin and needles sensation in her arms. She tried to lift off of him, but was restricted by a band of some sort. She could feel it across her shoulder blades, forcing her arms up, and explaining the uncomfortable sluggishness of those particular limbs.

Donna turned her head to the opposite side away from the brightness of the pink sun, and felt the accompanying crack that went with sleeping in an uncomfortable position for too long. Her mouth tasted like an odd mixture of vomit, Tequila, and those odd Zorpholian berries that the Doctor had introduced her to last week.

“Doctor!” she called. Her voice was rough and quieter than she meant it to be. She cleared her throat and started again. “Oi! Spaceman!”

“I’m up!” And then she realized her mistake, as the skinny, bony bloke she’d been using as an uncomfortable body pillow attempted to sit straight up. She squeaked in protest as her neck and chest were forced to bend at an angle that they weren’t strictly intended to bend.

“Wha—What are you doing?!” The Doctor demanded, thought the effect was ruined by the squeak in his voice. He leaned back on his elbows to lessen her discomfort.

“Untie me!” she said, her words garbled by the mouthful of jacket she’d received when he sat up too quickly. He was silent for a moment too long, and she was already hung-over, and annoyed, so she smacked the side of his thigh.

“Ow!” He yelped, rubbing at the sore spot.

“Well, let me go!” Donna huffed.

“I can’t.”

There was a beat.

“What do you mean you can’t?!” She demanded, smacking him again for good measure.

“Stop that! Look, I think it would be better if we got up to talk about this,” he said uncomfortably.

Donna held back the urge to hit him again. “How do we do that?” She could hear the Doctor swallow, and knew she wouldn’t like the answer.

“I’ll just…” and he hooked his hands in either of her armpits, and heaved her up the length of his body, and collapsed against the mattress. They lay there silent for a moment, face to face.

Curious brown eyes peered back at her, as she attempted to hold her weight off of him.

“Why can’t you untie me?” Donna asked, slightly annoyed.

The Doctor turned his head, searching the room for something, anything to focus on, and once again Donna got the feeling that whatever he was about to tell her, she would not be happy about it.

“Donna, remember when I told you I was taking you to the Las Vegas of Vergon 6?” He asked, somehow managing to rub the back of his neck in their close quarters.

“Yeah…”

“Well, you know that thing that people go to Las Vegas to do, quickly and easily?” He apparently found the curtains in the room very interesting.

“Get pissed, and gamble?” Donna chuckled.

“Well, yeah, that, too.” He swallowed.

Donna’s brow wrinkled, and for a moment, she had no idea what he was hinting at. Then, as the Doctor turned his head back to face her, and their eyes met, she got it.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. She needed space, to get away from him, but the band that tied them together held fast as she tried to tug away. The Doctor squeaked with each time she tried to pull away, and finally, she gave up, and instead, climbed further up the length of his body, until the band had rolled to the small of her back, and she managed to straddle him across his stomach to sit up and away from him.

“Oh, come on! It could be worse. We’re not running for our lives or being executed,” he said from beneath her.

Donna bunched her hair in her hands, and tried to calm down. “You. Don’t talk.” Donna took a few deep breaths.

It shouldn’t have surprised her, it really shouldn’t have. She’d seen so many things across the stars, been to many revolutions, seen every major concert in her planet’s history, done every food and wine festival in the last 10 years of earth. It stood to reason that they might inadvertently end up hitched. She couldn’t believe it hadn’t happened sooner, really. A thought occurred to her, and a wave of nausea hit.

“This hasn’t happened before, has it?” She asked, dreading the answer.

“To me? Of course it has!” He seemed annoyed. “You’d think that you get ‘900 years’ through that thick skull of yours,” he huffed, and then his eyes went wide. “I’m being rude. Please, don’t hit me, again.”

She sighed. “Not to you. To me—us.”

“Ah.” His forehead creased as he searched his memory. “No,” he said finally, though Donna thought that he didn’t seem at all sure about that pronouncement.

She looked him sternly in the eye for a moment. He smiled sheepishly at her. They burst into laughter.

“Sorry,” he said, laughing, rubbing his eyes.

“No, no. It’s fine, really,” she gasped, giggling.

He rested his hand against her hip. “We should get up,” he said once he’d stopped laughing.

She looked down at the placement of his palm, and back at him. He wisely decided to move it back to the mattress.

She grinned at him. She leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of his head, as she arched her back to allow the cord tying them together to roll down over her bum, and to rest at her knees. She began to crawl forward, but the Doctor grabbed her waist.

“Stop. Right there. Don’t move.” His brown eyes were wide, and his fingers dug into the skin beneath her jacket.

“Hands!” she exclaimed, eyeing him angrily.

“If this thing comes undone, that’s it. We’re married,” he said, ignoring her warning.

This gave Donna pause. Stay tied to the squirming skinny bloke beneath her, or free herself and be his wife. The Doctor’s hands still resided on her hips, and she decided that she would rather get a divorce than be bound to him for another minute, ta.

“So, can’t we just ignore it? Get an annulment?” she said, peeling his hands away.

“If we’re married, then these activate,” he said, puling his sleeve down, and revealing an intricate deep green tattoo.

Donna lifted her wrist, and pushed her own sleeve back. There was nothing there.

The Doctor swore. “You’ve already activated yours,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“What does that mean?” Donna asked, slightly panicked.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Come on,” he said, sitting up, and reaching behind her to roll the cord from their bodies. Once she was clear of the band, she moved from atop him, and he kicked free of the cord. Donna watched in awe as the intricate pattern at his wrist, began to glow, and then disappeared altogether.

Donna trusted the Doctor implicitly, even if he was a bit of an idiot. But, there was something decidedly odd about his treatment of their current predicament.

“So, if we ignore it, then it’ll just go away, yeah?” she asked sarcastically.

“Now who’s rude?” he retorted, as he straightened his clothes. “We need to get back to the TARDIS.”

Donna straightened her jacket and combed her fingers through her hair, checking herself out in the mirror in their room. She was still a little sleep rumpled, and fully clothed. Hardly what she’d envisioned for the morning after her wedding night, she chuckled. At least this one wasn’t drugging her or trying to feed her to a giant spider.

“What’s so funny?” the Doctor asked, carefully sculpting his hair.

“That was our wedding night,” she laughed out loud. “Me drunk, drooling on your stomach, and you—” She stopped short, considering her own words. She had been drunk.

“What?” the Doctor asked cautiously.

“How did we end up married, anyway?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well, we went to that bar, remember? And you told me that you could drink me under the table in Zorpholian shooters, and I said, ‘Someone’s a bit tipsy,’ and you called me a rude name, and then… Well… we both sort of, got pissed.”

“You told me that you couldn’t get drunk,” Donna said, raising an eyebrow.

“Weelll, when I said, ‘I can’t get drunk,’ what I meant was that I can break down the alcohol in my system. Clear my own head out.”

“And why didn’t you that last night?” Donna was starting to get annoyed.

“We were having such a good time, and well I suppose I was too drunk to notice?” He grinned sheepishly.

“So, let me get this straight. You were too drunk to stop yourself from getting drunk?”

“I—Yeah. That sums it up rather nicely,” he said, rubbing the back of his head, considering.

“So, whose idea was it to it married?”

The Doctor started to blush. Donna leveled her eyes on him threateningly.

“It wasn’t an idea per se, more like an inspiration. It’s not as though one of us said, ‘Hey! Let’s get hitched!’ It just sort of happened. You were talking about how ridiculous it was that people kept mistaking us for a couple, and I agreed, and then we passed a chapel…” he trailed off, swallowing.

Donna stared ferociously at him. He blanched.

“It was out of necessity!” he blurted out.

She let out a longsuffering sigh. “Why would we ever need to get married?” she asked resignedly.

“We were drunk, and in no condition to make it back to the TARDIS, and we could both use a good long sleep, and I’d lost the psychic paper, and if we got married last night, we’d get a free stay in the honeymoon suite! They were running a special on interspecies weddings!” The Doctor glanced down at his watch, and pulled a face. “We’d better get out of here now. The room is only free ‘til eleven.”

Donna began to knock her head against the wall of their, apparently, free suite.

“What about the tattoos?” she asked, a bit weakly. The Doctor looked puzzled. Donna snatched her sleeve down and indicated her wrist. “These tattoos!”

“Right! Right, the Smizmarkings,” he agreed.

“What. The FLIP. Is a smizmarking?” she asked dangerously.

The Doctor swallowed. “Our, erm, wedding rings?” he ventured. “There’s more. They’re… sort of … permanent,” he finished sheepishly.

Donna sat down hard on the side of the bed. “You mean to say that we’re…”

“‘Til death do us part,” the Doctor agreed.

“I’m gonna kill you,” she said lightly.

“I know,” he agreed.

She fell back against the bed, with her hand over her eyes. “It figures. The one time I find a decent bloke who I legitimately just want to be friends with, he gets me drunk and marries me.”

“You really think I’m decent?” the Doctor asked hopefully.

“Shut up, you. You’re not allowed to talk,” she said sitting up, and glaring at him.

“Yes, right. Sorry,” he said obediently.

She took a deep breath. “So, you’re sure there’s no way to get it annulled, or something?”

“There was, before you took the band off,” he said accusingly.

Donna started to bristle, but stopped suddenly as a though occurred to her. “Wait, this is just one little planet, in one little time. Can’t we just act like it never happened?”

“We could… except that the smizmarkings won’t allow that to happen.”

“What do you mean, the smizmarkings won’t allow that to happen? What do a couple of invisible tattoos have to say about it?”

“They’re laced with a special aphrodisiac,” he replied.

Donna’s eyes bugged out of her head, “You have got to be kidding. Oh, there is no way! I am NOT sleeping with you, Spaceman!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not exactly excited about the prospect either!” he retorted.

“It was your idea!” she accused.

“I. Was. Drunk!” he exclaimed, taking fistfuls of his hair. He plopped down next to her on the mattress.

“You’re sure there’s nothing we can do?” she asked.

“Weeelll, there is one thing,” he said uneasily.

“Don’t hold out on me Spaceman. You’re already starting to look mildly attractive,” she said.

He eyed her, irritated. “Thought I was pretty?” he asked petulantly.

She cracked an amused smile. “Yeah, but who said pretty was my type?”

He shrugged, and looked up. “My biochemistry shouldn’t be known in this part of the galaxy. Especially not during this millennia. It’s possible that it won’t affect me the way it does you,” he said.

“Possible?” she asked significantly.

“Well, I don’t know, do I? I haven’t exactly made this sort of thing a habit!” he exclaimed far too aggressively.

Donna leaned back a bit at his sudden outburst of attitude. “Doctor… this aphrodisiac… could it give you mood swings?”

He was still heaving, and looking angry, and he suddenly relaxed. “I suppose so. I haven’t really thought about it,” he said lightly.

“Of course,” Donna breathed. She came to a decision. “Come on! We’re going back to the TARDIS so you can figure this out.”

She pulled him up to a standing position, and started to walk out the door. He didn’t move. He looked puzzled for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, and promptly passed out.

My random playlist meets a random meme

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 11:59:49 GMT

Snagged from rosewarren

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A VIDEO GAME, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
1. Open your music library
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
NO CHEATING

Prelude:
Prince Charming, Adam Ant

Theme song:
Play, Kate Nash

Waking up:
What Hurts the Most, Rascal Flatts

Average day:
Maybe Tomorrow is Better Day, Poets of the Fall

Night-fall:
Donkey Pot Pie, Shrek the Musical

City/Town theme:
Donna's Theme, Doctor Who sountrack

Repetitive song that is in a place where you’ll be spending for hours:
Martha Triumphant, Doctor Who soundtrack

Background theme:
The Carrionites Swarm, Doctor Who sountrack

Party theme:
Mouthwash, Kate Nash

Transportation theme:
The Daleks, Doctor Who soundtrack

A moment of comic relief:
Entering Booty Town, Music and Lyrics soundtrack

PLOT TIME!
He Ain't the Leaving Kind, Rascal Flatts

A moment of happiness:
Rose in Peril, Doctor Who soundtrack

Romantic background music:
Way Back Into Love (Demo version), Music and Lyrics soundtrack

Meeting your lover scene:
This is Gallifrey: Our Childhood, Our Home, Doctor Who soundtrack

Mental breakdown:
Come Round Soon, Sarah Bareilles

EGADS PLOT TWIST:
Try to Remember, John Barrowman

A moment of contemplation before the boss battles:
Love Autopsy, Music and Lyrics soundtrack

Random battle:
Gridlock Cassinis, Doctor Who soundtrack

Boss battle:
I'd Rather be Sailing, John Barrowman

Final battle:
Just Scarecrows to War, Doctor Who soundtrack

Victory theme:
Pumpkin Soup, Kate Nash

A moment of loneliness:
All the Way/4U, Poet's of the Fall

Flashback:
Monster Bossa, Doctor Who soundtrack

Regret:
Stand, Rascal Flatts

Obligatory dramatic death scene:
Boe, Doctor who soundtrack

Ending song:
Mouthwash (Hot Chip Remix), Kate Nash

Game over:
Don't Write Me Off, Music and Lyrics soundtrack

Meme post four

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 03:12:43 GMT

Requested by catyuy Top 5 times the Doctor and Rose should have kissed.

5. Father's Day: Not a make-out session, just another forehead kiss when her daddy dies again. Kiss it and make it better! And then cuddle!

4. Christmas Invasion: After the Sycorax teleport them back to Earth during when Rose is running around hugging random strangers. Again, not a make out session, but a celebratory peck with the bit of shock that might go with it would be yummy.

3. The Idiot's Lantern: A reunion celebratory "I'm so glad your face is back" peck, or forehead kiss. I would say a make-out session, but I like the slow build in the series :)

2. The Satan Pit: Reunion snog. There, I said it. Although, if it's a snog here, what would it be in my next pick ;)

1. The Stolen Earth: Yeah, stick that Dalek where the sun don't shine. Never mind the two of them, the audience had been waiting for this reunion since Doomsday! The least you could do is give us a well edited snog! A make out session here would have been perfectly acceptable.

Just to prove that Shawn is also a whimp:

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 00:07:55 GMT

I will explode before Friday. And Monk premiers the first episode of their last season! ARGH! Must remain calm.

Yes, this does mean that I'll more than likely be working on Shawn and Gus's Excellent Adventure in the coming days ;)

Meme post part three

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:01:06 GMT

Requested by catyuy Top 5 shows Doctor Who should crossover with.

5. Power Rangers

Hilarity thy name is...

4. Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

This must include Rose, so that the UST could be laughed about by both couples. Or Donna. So she can be like, "Are you kidding me? He just takes his flippin' glasses off!"

3. The Simpsons

I remember some fan art I once saw where Patty or Selma was on the Tenth Doctor's arm and he was like "Ahh! Get it away!" But, if it was an actual ep, and not just a passing reference, then Stephen Hawking must be there. And the Donut shaped universe theory must be proven true.

2. Star Trek: The Next Generation/ Voyager

Either, and I'm a happy geek. Although, I do lean more towards Voyager, because they're all lost and stuff. It would be more interesting, and all moral dilemma-y, 'cause whatever companion that was with him would be all "Why don''t you help them?" For some reason, I'm seeing Martha. Oh! She could talk with the holo-Doctor. Hee.

1. Futurama

So. Much. Win. Although, a full ep would never be supported. I'd settle for a few passing references. In fact, I expect them, David X. Cohen! You hear me, Ken Keeler?! We need a TARDIS in the background! Or a Dalek!

Part two Meme post

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 14:48:50 GMT

Requested by catyuy

Top 5 Old School Companions you wish had been on screen with 10. Again, with my limited Old school knowledge...

5. Turlough

I have only seen this character in one episode, and he didn't say much, but I believe he and Five had a rough relationship? He was out to kill the Doctor, no? He changed his mind later, I'm told, but I'd like to see him back, now.

4. Ace

If Rose was a "violent child" she's got nothin' on Ace. Never seen her in action, but I'd like to :D

3. Brig

I believe I've already explained this, but I did get to see the comic where he and Ten are reunited, and I would pay to see Ten hug him in live action. It was great in the comic, but hee.

2. Susan

Wouldn't this be interesting?

1. Tegan

Okay, so... I love Tegan. I've only seen her in one adventure, but she's great. I would've loved to see her and Donna teaming up against the Doctor. LOL.

Part one of Meme

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 02:31:49 GMT

Top 5 Doctor Who characters who should get their own show. (and that means different shows)

(I've only seen select bits of Old School Who, so all my choices will be limited but...

5. L.I.N.D.A.

(What? they count...) I would watch this show more avidly than Torchwood, possibly just for the sweetness, and Bliss, who unfortunately is not included in the above photo.

4. Jackie Tyler

I'm seeing shopping tips, how to's and lots of gossip. Hee. Also, if she was forced to take down an alien plot or two?... I would not complain.

3. Brigadier

I want to get to know this character. I fell in love with him in Jessa's fanfic, and everything else I've seen him in ( a whopping one series of episodes and 2 comics) has reaffirmed my affection. I want more Brig, dammit!

2. Wilf

I LOVE this character. I would watch him sell newspapers. I, personally, think that they should make an interactive computer mini game set thingy, for DW and one should be stargazing with Wilf. He could teach kids about constellations. Yes, I have thought about this too much.

1. Rose Tyler/Ten II

WANT. SO. MUCH.

BRO'S PICK:

Little Bro scoffed at my #4 choice, and I have to admit his pick is worth an honorary mention, so:

Jenny

In Bro's own words: (Imagine a male voice slipping into higher octaves ala Stewie Griffin making fun of Brian's novel) She's the Doctor's daughter. She can regenerate and keep the same body. She's a Time Lord. So, Jackie can say, "Bye-bye"

I have nearly been guaranteed the AP Lit position......

Squee!

The dude said he was hiring me without interviewing me! I will be teaching AP Lit (Aka seniors or juniors) my first year! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOO!

None of this is official, but it's really exciting :D

Lining up, to jump off the bridge

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 14:41:52 GMT

Ask me my fannish Top Five [Whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post. Possibly with pictures.

Little Bro Writes Fanfic

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 18:55:52 GMT

I mentioned wanting to go see "Julie and Julia" this Friday, and bro protested on the grounds that "G.I. Joe" comes out that same night.

Me: The only reason I want to see that is because of--
Bro: Christopher Eccleston?
Me: I want to be able to yell out "Doctor! Why are you doing these horrible things?!"
Bro: It should end with everything exploding and Christropher Eccleston walking calmly out and into the TARDIS. That's the twist ending. The Doctor is actually the head of Cobra. It turns out, Cobra is actually out to save the world.

Electricity 1/1

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 02:33:10 GMT

Title: Electricity
Author: cordelialear
Pairings/Characters: Ten/Rose, Martha Jones
Rating: PGish
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
Summary: "Do you have any idea how dodgy medical science from this era is?"
Author's Notes: Part of my A Parallel Glimpse series, in which I rewrite one scene per episode of Series Three. This episode: Smith and Jones, so previous knowledge of this series will not be essential.

“I don’t see why I couldn’t do this,” Rose said, flipping idly through a magazine.

The Doctor, bedecked in Howard’s striped pajamas, huffed. “I told you, it’ll be fine.”

“Says the man with two hearts.”

“Rose, honestly, how many heart monitors do you see me hooked up to?”

She rolled her eyes, “Well, I wouldn’t have to worry if you’d just let me—”

“We’re not starting this again. Do you have any idea how dodgy medical science from this era is? Practically still prescribing bleedings. Don’t get me started on the incompetence of the average medical staff from this time. Haven’t met a human from this era that really is what I’d call competent, but—” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he coughed. “Not that I don’t love humans from this era…”

“Good morning, Mr. Smith,” said an older man that Rose hadn’t seen before.

“Hello!” the Doctor replied, seemingly relieved. “This is my friend, Rose. Rose, Mr. Stoker.”

“Hi,” Rose said, still flipping through her magazine.

“Now then, this is Mr. Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains,” he addressed a group of students gathering around the Doctor. “How are we feeling?”

“Oh, you know, still a bit, bleh.”

Rose spoke up, “Oi, don’t let him fool you. As soon as you’re gone he starts whinging, and moaning. Honestly, men.” She smiled conspiratorially at a young medical student. She smiled back.

The Doctor leaned back against the pillows, looking towards the ceiling beseechingly as if requesting strength from some deity. He frowned at Rose, and she smirked in reply.

“Jones, why don’t you see what you can find,” the man addressed the medical student, and she nodded.

“That wasn’t very clever running around outside, this morning,” she said preparing her stethoscope.

“What?” Rose said, narrowing her eyes at the Doctor.

“He ran up to me, and took his tie off,” Ms. Jones said, shooting Rose a knowing look.

Rose glared at him, and he frowned, confused. “Wasn’t me,” he said more to Rose than to Ms. Jones.

“It looked like you,” the medical student said, now sounding equally confused.

“I walk away for five minutes,” grumbled Rose.

“I’ve been here all morning! Ask the nurses!” he squeaked.

“As fascinating as this lover’s spat is, I suggest we get around to a diagnosis before the patient dies of old age,” Mr. Stoker cut in.

Rose snorted, and mumbled under her breath, “Fat chance of that.” The Doctor shot her a look.

Ms, Jones leaned in, stethoscope prepared, and Rose began to stand, panic writ across her features. An imperceptible shake of the Doctor’s head stopped her distraction.

She put the head of the stethoscope to his chest, and a puzzled, curious look spread across her face. She shifted the stethoscope again, and her instructor tutted.

“Having trouble locating the heart?”

She glanced up at the Doctor who gave her a quick wink and smile. Rose rolled her eyes.

“I… don’t know. I’d say… stomach cramps?”

“That’s a symptom, not a diagnosis, and anyway, you failed to consult the patient’s chart—” He snatched his hand back as he received a mild shock.

“That happened to me this morning,” Ms. Jones put in, as several other students agreed.

The Doctor simply smiled, and glanced at Rose. He was loving this. She grinned back at him.

“Nothing to be too surprised about, after all. There is a thunderstorm moving in, and lightning is a form of static electricity as proved by….Anyone?” Mr. Stoker surveyed the group of students gathered around the hospital bed.

Rose perked up. “Oh! Benjamin Franklin!” she enthused.

“Great man, Ben.” The Doctor laughed, and shook his head.

Rose snorted, “You didn’t have him looking down your top every five minutes.”

“Oi! He was complimenting you! And anyway, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself!”

She raised an eyebrow, trying to conceal her smile. “Oh, yeah. First I got soaked, then I got rope burn…”

“I was the one that got electrocuted, I’ll remind you,” he sniffed.

A polite cough broke up their banter. Mr. Stoker smiled carefully down at them, and directed his group to follow him. Rose thought she heard something about “psychiatric” as they trickled away.

When she knew they were out of earshot, Rose rolled up her magazine and smacked the Doctor.

“Ow! What was that for?!” He said, clutching his arm.

“That your brilliant plan, then? Muck about outside—on your own—while I get a coffee?”

“That wasn’t me!” The Doctor was still sulkily rubbing at his arm.

“Not what Jones said,” she retorted.

The Doctor sighed. “Are you really getting angry with me about something I haven’t even done?”

“Yet,” added Rose, significantly. She hid a smirk. He’d do anything to prove how impressive he was, and she’d long given up the hope that he’d not flirt with the locals. She didn’t think he realized he was doing it half of the time, if her experience with him was anything to go by.

He opened his mouth to retort, and she laughed. “Don’t go blaming it on timelines. I doubt the fate of the universe depends on you changing your tie,” she teased.

“It might,” he pouted.

Rose caught a glimpse of a strange man attired in all black, walking around a corner. There was something odd about him…

“What?” The Doctor must have caught the look on her face.

A second man clad in black walked around the corner and she indicated him.

The Doctor grinned. “The game’s afoot.”

Rose rolled her eyes.

ZZZZZZZZZZ

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:33:02 GMT

So tired. Need sleep. Want to work on series... too tired.

I have one ending that I'd like to do, but then everyone would hate me. Also, I don't wanna, even though I do. Urgh.

*nods off*

Sleep now, bad ideas later.

This is driving me crazy

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:07:07 GMT

What is the watch thingy that Jack wears called? The thing that let's him travel in time ~~or not~~?