Having actually gotten a bit of work done today...
Okay, I admit, I choose the DW crossovers I write based on the ability they give me to screw Ten over. In my defense, someone's got to. Most of the other fangirls seem content just to screw him.
*cough* Sorry, sorry. It's just that a well-executed Ten-roasting makes me so very happy. My last (and only) crossover, with Rurouni Kenshin, was widely regarded as unexpected but good; it seemed utterly obvious to me. In Kenshin, you've got a character that Ten could never understand and Nine would simply know without thinking. He's polite and ginger, and he's got a sword. It would almost be worth extending that one into a full-length fic.
And my most recent crossover project is working out quite neatly, too. All the pieces fit so perfectly. It works in both universes, and I have years' worth of arguments that Ten is quite clearly possessed that can finally get put to a good use.
A clip:
"And every single time-- every time I tried to tell him he wasn't alone--"
"Oh, don't be too hard on yourself," says the Lonely God. "Far more illustrious people have tried and failed. Rose Tyler, and Martha Jones, and that delightful creature calling himself the Master-- the Face of Boe whispered it to him with its dying breath, and I convinced him it was just an acronym. One of the oldest creatures in the universe! Makes a dying declaration and he's willing to believe it's just an acronym, some stupid little thing that's only going to be relevant once, for three seconds, as confirmation of something he's already realized. Some people just work so hard to make my job so easy."
Call it corporal punishment, 'cause I've finally realized: my problem with Ten was always that he was a teenager. *whistles as she wanders away*
*cough* Sorry, sorry. It's just that a well-executed Ten-roasting makes me so very happy. My last (and only) crossover, with Rurouni Kenshin, was widely regarded as unexpected but good; it seemed utterly obvious to me. In Kenshin, you've got a character that Ten could never understand and Nine would simply know without thinking. He's polite and ginger, and he's got a sword. It would almost be worth extending that one into a full-length fic.
And my most recent crossover project is working out quite neatly, too. All the pieces fit so perfectly. It works in both universes, and I have years' worth of arguments that Ten is quite clearly possessed that can finally get put to a good use.
A clip:
"And every single time-- every time I tried to tell him he wasn't alone--"
"Oh, don't be too hard on yourself," says the Lonely God. "Far more illustrious people have tried and failed. Rose Tyler, and Martha Jones, and that delightful creature calling himself the Master-- the Face of Boe whispered it to him with its dying breath, and I convinced him it was just an acronym. One of the oldest creatures in the universe! Makes a dying declaration and he's willing to believe it's just an acronym, some stupid little thing that's only going to be relevant once, for three seconds, as confirmation of something he's already realized. Some people just work so hard to make my job so easy."
Call it corporal punishment, 'cause I've finally realized: my problem with Ten was always that he was a teenager. *whistles as she wanders away*