Comment_Fic 16-20: Doctor Who, FAKE, Holes (movie)
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Prompt: lipstick
"Whose lipstick is that smeared all over your cheek?" Rose asked, coming into the kitchen and seeing the Doctor still sitting where she left him a half-hour ago to clean up after their latest adventures in Alsta IV.
"Your mother's, whose else," The Doctor looks disgusted, wiping the red lipstick off with his sleeve.
Rose gives a toothy grin. "Awww, does the all knowing Time Lord not like having earth mothers giving him appreciative kisses?"
She means to tease him, not really asking.
"Only for you, Rose, only for you would I put up with over-appreciative mothers." And he sounds so serious. She doesn't know what to say to that and hopes the silence does it for her.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood/RPF??
Pairing: none (but features Russell T. Davies, Ten, and the whole gang)
Prompt: RTD meets the real Doctor and allies,who are not happy with the end of Journey's End and the events of Children of Earth.
Russell knew that he'd definitely lose some fans along the way with Children of Earth. He was counting on it. If some fans didn't appreciate that Torchwood was a show that needed to be ever-changing and unpredictable, then, well- it hurt him to think it but it was the truth- they weren't really fans at all.
But what mattered was that he thought it was a good idea. He was the producer here damn it!
*
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, he was spending it lazying around the house and watching the telly when he heard the strangest sound outside. Well, OK, a familiar strange sound. Opening the door a crack to investigate, he saw the prop they had on the set of Doctor Who- the blue TARDIS- standing erect in front of his door.
Was this someone's idea of a joke?
The door to the TARDIS suddenly opened and a man suspiciously like David stepped out with a flourish of his brown coat.
"David, what the...?"
"I'm not David," the not-David said curtly. "I'm the Doctor."
"The Doctor?"
"Yes, the Doctor. Specifically, I believe you refer to me as a tenth reincarnation."
"This can't be happening. Have I passed out drunk in front of the telly again?" Russell took off his glasses and squinted at the man in front of him.
"I can most surely assure you, good sir, that you have not passed out drunk in front of the telly...well, at least not yet. But let's get to the point of my visit here, shall we?"
Russell scratched his head. "Um...OK, well, go on."
"We- that is, my companions and I- actually, hold on a second right there. Be back in a jiffy."
The Doctor turned back and went inside the blue police box. Russell heard some more voices before the door was opened wider and the Doctor came back out...along with Rose, Jackie, Martha, Mickey, Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Owen, and Gwen.
If it wasn't humanly impossible, Russell's eyes would've bulged out of his head.
"Yes, we're exactly who you think we are," the Doctor cut in, when all Russell could do was gape like a fish.
The nine humans crowded around the Doctor, all looking quizzically at Russell, like they couldn't believe he existed either.
"Now, I've brought them up to speed, and well, we have a bone to pick with you, good man. As you can totally see Ianto is very much alive, and Rose and I are very much together, not Rose and a clone of me. Honestly, sometimes I worry about you writers. You give them a kernel of truth to build up around, and they totally go off in the opposite direction, willy-nilly." The Doctor started pacing around the small yard in which they were crowded around in.
“Um,” Jackie started, “who the hell are you?” She finally pointed at Russell in his brown bathrobe tied loosely around his waist.
“Mum, we’ve already gone over this conversation, he’s the not very nice man who writes about us.”
“Really? I just thought he was going off his rocket like he always does,” she pointed toward the Doctor.
“Well, it turns out this time he wasn’t totally off,” Rose murmured softly.
“Hey! I heard that. Anyways,” he turned back to Russell, “we’ve been following Doctor Who and Torchwood, and we aren’t happy with the direction you’re taking our lives in, mister.”
“But you can’t be unhappy! You’re fictional!” Russell was trying very hard to wrap his head around the fact that his shows were coming after him, probably as crazed and irate as half the fans were. What was the world coming to?
“Yes, well, despite the fact that we’re fictional in your universe, in our universe, we’re very much real.”
“Oy, I need a drink,” he started going back inside when the Doctor's hand attached onto the sleeve of his robe and tried to hold him back.
“Hey, listen! We promise we’ll leave and let you think we’re all fictional as soon as you write fix-its for the end of Journey’s End and that monstrosity you call Children of Earth.”
“You want me to what?”
“Well, you don’t have to really start over over, just as long as maybe you write alternative endings?”
“No! I’m going back inside and away from this insanity. Now let me go!” Russell huffed back inside.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to resort to this, but that man is asking for it!” And he took his sonic screwdriver and ran inside after the writer.
Jack looked toward Rose. “What the hell is he planning?” Rose just shrugged, following after her lover. Everyone else followed her.
Russell sat in front of his telly, remote in hand and a horrified look on his face.
“Ha!” The Doctor laughed triumphantly, “live with that for the rest of your life!”
Russell changed the channels in desperation, but in all of them, there was the sound of the happy-go-lucky music and the Teletubbies waving jovially at him.
Time for teletubbies,
time for teletubbies,
time for teletubbies....
Tinkywinky. "Tinkywinky!"
Dipsy. "Dipsy!"
Laalaa. "Laalaa!"
Po. "Po!"
“Aaaahhhh! Stop the madness! Stop the madness!” But try as he might, he couldn’t get away from the Teletubbies. There was the opening song on every freakin’ channel!
“Change our stories!”
“No!”
“Change them!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
One day in Teletubby land, Po and Tinkywinky decided to hold hands…
NOOOOOOOO!
”OK, fine! I’ll change them! I’ll change them! Just please stop the madness, stop the madness!”
It wasn’t every day the Doctor was on the brink of seeing an overgrown man cry, but he took pity on the human and aimed the sonic screwdriver at the television until there was nothing but blessed silence.
By this point, Russell had resorted to clamping his hands shut over his ears, but once he noticed the Teletubbies were gone, he cautiously removed them, staring at the screen.
“They’re gone?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes, but remember that you said you’d change our stories. And we’ll know if you don’t. We’ll be watching you from on now very closely, Russell T. Davies.”
The Doctor and his companions walked back outside. After a minute, he heard the whoosh sound the TARDIS made signaling it was gone.
And so Russell stood, and very carefully, because his knees threatened to pull out from under him any second, sat gingerly in his computer chair, opening up a blank document on his laptop.
He had some work to do…
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: FAKE (manga)
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Prompt: wounded in the line of duty
"Dee, you're so stupid." Ryo hissed at his partner, re-tightening the sleeve around Dee's wounded bicep.
"Owww, careful! Not so tight." Dee glared at him.
"Well, next time when someone aims a gun at you, move away!"
"I was trying to, but that stupid kid got in the way!"
But Ryo went on as though he hadn't heard him. "Honestly, how could they have let you pass the police academy without teaching you that standing in front of a bullet is a bad idea? I'm even more surprised that you made it past your thirtieth birthday without kicking the bucket yet."
"Ryo..." Dee knew he was a stupid idiot for getting shot, but it wasn't like he was trying to get shot. It just happened. He couldn't change it, and just had to live with it. Besides, it was just a little graze, it'd heal in a week or so.
What worried him more, however, was the fact that Ryo was rambling at him, eyes tight in worry, and hands furiously working on his arm.
"Ryo, I'm OK," he said, and grabbed his partner's hand, bringing it to his face, and nuzzling into it.
"Sure, you're OK this time, but what about the next time? Dee...I just don't want you taking unnecessary risks."
What he couldn't admit to Dee, or to himself yet, was that he was starting to care about Dee, and it scared him to his core when Dee was gambling his life away as though it meant nothing to him.
But, for now, he just sternly glared at Dee, making his displeasure readily known on his face.
"I'm OK," Dee whispered again, leaning against his fluffed pillows, reaching out to bring Ryo down with him, kissing him gently.
Ryo focused on the lips beneath his own. Dee was alive, maybe a bit worse for the wear, but still breathing, and here with him. Maybe he couldn't say how he truly felt yet, maybe it'd take him some time to show Dee how much he meant to him, but he'd get there. And he hoped Dee would still be here with him when he could get his words past his lodged throat.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG
Fandom: Holes (film)
Pairing: Sam/Katherine
Prompt: walking into forever
She takes the lizard, places it gently on her arm, waiting for it to strike.
It does, and the pain shoots through her, but she welcomes it. She welcomes the pain because she's been looking for this for a long, long time. Maybe now she'll be at peace.
She dies with a smile gracing her lips. Sam's still there, looking at her like he always looked at her and she walks towards him.
She takes his hand and they walk into forever
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: Holes (film)
Pairing: Sam/Katherine
Prompt: AU where they both became outlaws
"Sam!" she yells, trying to wrestle herself away from the big burly man that's holding her tightly to him.
Sam is on the floor, wincing, and two others are trying to beat him up. It's a bank robbery gone wrong, and surely they'll kill Sam and it will be all her fault.
Think, think, she berates herself.
She stomps hard on the foot of the man holding her, and while he's distracted, she frees herself from his clutches, grabs Sam by his suspenders, and draws her gun on the other two.
"You try to come after us and you will be dead meat, I promise you," she backs away slowly toward the door, with Sam bruising badly but following her lead nonetheless until they're out the door and back on their horses.
*
They come to a stop near a riverbank, Sam getting off and going toward a tree, sitting on the hard ground, and opening his bag.
"I'm so sorry, Sam," she comes to kneel by his side, touching his cheek gingerly. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't come with me."
"It's fine, Miss Katherine, I can fix it," and he smiles at her, and that pains her more than anything else. She puts him in harm's way and all he does is smile at her. She doesn't deserve him, she knows she doesn't.
"Oh, Sam, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into."
"I do know, Miss Katherine, I do know what I've gotten myself into. I would follow you anywhere. You saved my life."
"No, Sam, you saved mine." She can't do anything else, but kiss him then.
originally posted here
Rating: G
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Prompt: lipstick
"Whose lipstick is that smeared all over your cheek?" Rose asked, coming into the kitchen and seeing the Doctor still sitting where she left him a half-hour ago to clean up after their latest adventures in Alsta IV.
"Your mother's, whose else," The Doctor looks disgusted, wiping the red lipstick off with his sleeve.
Rose gives a toothy grin. "Awww, does the all knowing Time Lord not like having earth mothers giving him appreciative kisses?"
She means to tease him, not really asking.
"Only for you, Rose, only for you would I put up with over-appreciative mothers." And he sounds so serious. She doesn't know what to say to that and hopes the silence does it for her.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood/RPF??
Pairing: none (but features Russell T. Davies, Ten, and the whole gang)
Prompt: RTD meets the real Doctor and allies,who are not happy with the end of Journey's End and the events of Children of Earth.
Russell knew that he'd definitely lose some fans along the way with Children of Earth. He was counting on it. If some fans didn't appreciate that Torchwood was a show that needed to be ever-changing and unpredictable, then, well- it hurt him to think it but it was the truth- they weren't really fans at all.
But what mattered was that he thought it was a good idea. He was the producer here damn it!
*
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, he was spending it lazying around the house and watching the telly when he heard the strangest sound outside. Well, OK, a familiar strange sound. Opening the door a crack to investigate, he saw the prop they had on the set of Doctor Who- the blue TARDIS- standing erect in front of his door.
Was this someone's idea of a joke?
The door to the TARDIS suddenly opened and a man suspiciously like David stepped out with a flourish of his brown coat.
"David, what the...?"
"I'm not David," the not-David said curtly. "I'm the Doctor."
"The Doctor?"
"Yes, the Doctor. Specifically, I believe you refer to me as a tenth reincarnation."
"This can't be happening. Have I passed out drunk in front of the telly again?" Russell took off his glasses and squinted at the man in front of him.
"I can most surely assure you, good sir, that you have not passed out drunk in front of the telly...well, at least not yet. But let's get to the point of my visit here, shall we?"
Russell scratched his head. "Um...OK, well, go on."
"We- that is, my companions and I- actually, hold on a second right there. Be back in a jiffy."
The Doctor turned back and went inside the blue police box. Russell heard some more voices before the door was opened wider and the Doctor came back out...along with Rose, Jackie, Martha, Mickey, Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Owen, and Gwen.
If it wasn't humanly impossible, Russell's eyes would've bulged out of his head.
"Yes, we're exactly who you think we are," the Doctor cut in, when all Russell could do was gape like a fish.
The nine humans crowded around the Doctor, all looking quizzically at Russell, like they couldn't believe he existed either.
"Now, I've brought them up to speed, and well, we have a bone to pick with you, good man. As you can totally see Ianto is very much alive, and Rose and I are very much together, not Rose and a clone of me. Honestly, sometimes I worry about you writers. You give them a kernel of truth to build up around, and they totally go off in the opposite direction, willy-nilly." The Doctor started pacing around the small yard in which they were crowded around in.
“Um,” Jackie started, “who the hell are you?” She finally pointed at Russell in his brown bathrobe tied loosely around his waist.
“Mum, we’ve already gone over this conversation, he’s the not very nice man who writes about us.”
“Really? I just thought he was going off his rocket like he always does,” she pointed toward the Doctor.
“Well, it turns out this time he wasn’t totally off,” Rose murmured softly.
“Hey! I heard that. Anyways,” he turned back to Russell, “we’ve been following Doctor Who and Torchwood, and we aren’t happy with the direction you’re taking our lives in, mister.”
“But you can’t be unhappy! You’re fictional!” Russell was trying very hard to wrap his head around the fact that his shows were coming after him, probably as crazed and irate as half the fans were. What was the world coming to?
“Yes, well, despite the fact that we’re fictional in your universe, in our universe, we’re very much real.”
“Oy, I need a drink,” he started going back inside when the Doctor's hand attached onto the sleeve of his robe and tried to hold him back.
“Hey, listen! We promise we’ll leave and let you think we’re all fictional as soon as you write fix-its for the end of Journey’s End and that monstrosity you call Children of Earth.”
“You want me to what?”
“Well, you don’t have to really start over over, just as long as maybe you write alternative endings?”
“No! I’m going back inside and away from this insanity. Now let me go!” Russell huffed back inside.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to resort to this, but that man is asking for it!” And he took his sonic screwdriver and ran inside after the writer.
Jack looked toward Rose. “What the hell is he planning?” Rose just shrugged, following after her lover. Everyone else followed her.
Russell sat in front of his telly, remote in hand and a horrified look on his face.
“Ha!” The Doctor laughed triumphantly, “live with that for the rest of your life!”
Russell changed the channels in desperation, but in all of them, there was the sound of the happy-go-lucky music and the Teletubbies waving jovially at him.
Time for teletubbies,
time for teletubbies,
time for teletubbies....
Tinkywinky. "Tinkywinky!"
Dipsy. "Dipsy!"
Laalaa. "Laalaa!"
Po. "Po!"
“Aaaahhhh! Stop the madness! Stop the madness!” But try as he might, he couldn’t get away from the Teletubbies. There was the opening song on every freakin’ channel!
“Change our stories!”
“No!”
“Change them!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
One day in Teletubby land, Po and Tinkywinky decided to hold hands…
NOOOOOOOO!
”OK, fine! I’ll change them! I’ll change them! Just please stop the madness, stop the madness!”
It wasn’t every day the Doctor was on the brink of seeing an overgrown man cry, but he took pity on the human and aimed the sonic screwdriver at the television until there was nothing but blessed silence.
By this point, Russell had resorted to clamping his hands shut over his ears, but once he noticed the Teletubbies were gone, he cautiously removed them, staring at the screen.
“They’re gone?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes, but remember that you said you’d change our stories. And we’ll know if you don’t. We’ll be watching you from on now very closely, Russell T. Davies.”
The Doctor and his companions walked back outside. After a minute, he heard the whoosh sound the TARDIS made signaling it was gone.
And so Russell stood, and very carefully, because his knees threatened to pull out from under him any second, sat gingerly in his computer chair, opening up a blank document on his laptop.
He had some work to do…
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: FAKE (manga)
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Prompt: wounded in the line of duty
"Dee, you're so stupid." Ryo hissed at his partner, re-tightening the sleeve around Dee's wounded bicep.
"Owww, careful! Not so tight." Dee glared at him.
"Well, next time when someone aims a gun at you, move away!"
"I was trying to, but that stupid kid got in the way!"
But Ryo went on as though he hadn't heard him. "Honestly, how could they have let you pass the police academy without teaching you that standing in front of a bullet is a bad idea? I'm even more surprised that you made it past your thirtieth birthday without kicking the bucket yet."
"Ryo..." Dee knew he was a stupid idiot for getting shot, but it wasn't like he was trying to get shot. It just happened. He couldn't change it, and just had to live with it. Besides, it was just a little graze, it'd heal in a week or so.
What worried him more, however, was the fact that Ryo was rambling at him, eyes tight in worry, and hands furiously working on his arm.
"Ryo, I'm OK," he said, and grabbed his partner's hand, bringing it to his face, and nuzzling into it.
"Sure, you're OK this time, but what about the next time? Dee...I just don't want you taking unnecessary risks."
What he couldn't admit to Dee, or to himself yet, was that he was starting to care about Dee, and it scared him to his core when Dee was gambling his life away as though it meant nothing to him.
But, for now, he just sternly glared at Dee, making his displeasure readily known on his face.
"I'm OK," Dee whispered again, leaning against his fluffed pillows, reaching out to bring Ryo down with him, kissing him gently.
Ryo focused on the lips beneath his own. Dee was alive, maybe a bit worse for the wear, but still breathing, and here with him. Maybe he couldn't say how he truly felt yet, maybe it'd take him some time to show Dee how much he meant to him, but he'd get there. And he hoped Dee would still be here with him when he could get his words past his lodged throat.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG
Fandom: Holes (film)
Pairing: Sam/Katherine
Prompt: walking into forever
She takes the lizard, places it gently on her arm, waiting for it to strike.
It does, and the pain shoots through her, but she welcomes it. She welcomes the pain because she's been looking for this for a long, long time. Maybe now she'll be at peace.
She dies with a smile gracing her lips. Sam's still there, looking at her like he always looked at her and she walks towards him.
She takes his hand and they walk into forever
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: Holes (film)
Pairing: Sam/Katherine
Prompt: AU where they both became outlaws
"Sam!" she yells, trying to wrestle herself away from the big burly man that's holding her tightly to him.
Sam is on the floor, wincing, and two others are trying to beat him up. It's a bank robbery gone wrong, and surely they'll kill Sam and it will be all her fault.
Think, think, she berates herself.
She stomps hard on the foot of the man holding her, and while he's distracted, she frees herself from his clutches, grabs Sam by his suspenders, and draws her gun on the other two.
"You try to come after us and you will be dead meat, I promise you," she backs away slowly toward the door, with Sam bruising badly but following her lead nonetheless until they're out the door and back on their horses.
*
They come to a stop near a riverbank, Sam getting off and going toward a tree, sitting on the hard ground, and opening his bag.
"I'm so sorry, Sam," she comes to kneel by his side, touching his cheek gingerly. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't come with me."
"It's fine, Miss Katherine, I can fix it," and he smiles at her, and that pains her more than anything else. She puts him in harm's way and all he does is smile at her. She doesn't deserve him, she knows she doesn't.
"Oh, Sam, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into."
"I do know, Miss Katherine, I do know what I've gotten myself into. I would follow you anywhere. You saved my life."
"No, Sam, you saved mine." She can't do anything else, but kiss him then.
originally posted here