Various Drabbles For Sammi and Beth and Other People (Part One)
Includes:
A Different Sort of Doctor [Doctor Who, Martha Jones, Gen (slight AU)]
So [Doctor Who, The Saxons, Gen/Romance]
Build Her Up With Silver and Gold [Pokemon, The Tyler Family (Nyx), Gen]
Action/Reaction [MotO, Tunerk and Ukuik (Future), Gen]
Girl Power [MotO, Tunerk, Keig, and Ki (Modern), Gen]
Universal [Doctor Who, Martha Jones and the Doctor, Gen]
Dreams of Rain in Drought [MotO, Xing Li, Maylin, and Tai (Detective-verse), Gen/Angst]
Parallels [Doctor Who, The Saxons, Angst]
Promises [Life on Mars, Ruth Tyler, Angst (Spoilers for Season Two Finale)]
Miss You When You’re Gone [Doctor Who, Lucy Saxon, Angst (Spoilers for Season Three Finale)]
A Different Sort of Doctor
She doesn’t know when it happened, that subtle shift from being Martha Jones to Doctor Jones to, much to her shock, the Doctor.
Martha is slowly getting used to it - the way they all look to her and only her (and if she’s not available they’ll seek out Tom) like she can save them all: the woman with the strange wrist device and the paper that says whatever you want it to say.
Perhaps she can save them. Perhaps she can’t.
But Martha Jones isn’t going to go down without a fight, no - after all, she’s the Doctor.
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So
She is so completely human in every way (she trusts him and loves him while she’s so very much afraid of him and he wants to know how her mind works; he wants to know how she twists, how she folds) that he finds himself wanting her more as days pass (once he’d have broken her like the porcelain doll she so resembles, instead he finds himself comforting her as the horrors of what he’s done come to light - that’s not to say one day he won’t see her shatter); perhaps it’s the years spent as a human that makes him so sentimental, so… tender (he kisses her and it’s not like the kisses he’s shared before - she’s shivering from his very touch, in awe of everything he is) so he promises her the universe (and she smiles and he knows he’s made the right choice, for better or worse).
-
Build Her Up With Silver and Gold
Nyx tries not to think of the threads connecting her with the world. (life alone is easier lived if you pretend no one cares) Everything becomes simple that way, just her and her pokemon and nothing else that will ever disrupt the life she’s fabricated for herself (in her lie she never ran away from home, never stole her first pokemon, and doesn’t fear that one day she’ll stop running) and she can almost believe that she’s happy.
(and someone is standing in her door with turquoise hair and the outfit of a ranger and london bridge is falling down)
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Action/Reaction
“I don’t think I’d change anything.”
Queen Ukuik stares up at the Superior General of the Northern Water Tribe, not quite believing the answer. “You mean you wouldn’t change anything? Not at all?”
A small smile appears amongst the tattoos as Tunerk looks back at Ukuik. “Oh, I’m sure there is. But if I changed it then I wouldn’t be standing here right now, would I?”
-
Girl Power
Tunerk, Keig soon finds out, is good in a fight.
“There were three of them!” She exclaims, staring at the upperclassman. “And you’ve only got a black eye and a split lip and one of them is huddled over in pain and the school nurse thinks you’ve managed to knock the other one out and the last one ran away!”
“Don’t you know how to fight, Keig?” Tunerk is sitting with her back to the lockers, a slab of raw meat over the black eye. (Ki keeps giving Tunerk a look that Keig thinks must be about meat rather than the tribe member herself)
“My mother and father…”
“Bugger them. Come on Keig, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
And with a nod to Ki, they somehow manage to drag the reluctant Keig out and towards the gym.
“Yu will be in today. We’re in luck.”
Keig couldn’t think of anything to say.
-
Universal
“We’re not lost, we’re just taking the scenic route.”
“My dad said that every single time we were lost. Is it a biological response that males have when they’re lost?”
“Martha…”
“No, really. I don’t think I’ve met a single male who hasn’t used that excuse at least once in his life. Apparently it’s also a universal standard.”
“How do you know that I didn’t just pick it up after visiting Earth so many times?”
“Do I really have to answer that one?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Alright. So. We’re lost.”
“No. We’re taking the scenic route.”
“Doctor…”
-
Dreams of Rain in Drought
It’s a run down place - rusting bars over the windows and various pots and pans placed to perfectly catch every drop of rain but it’s the closest thing to a home any of them has (and that right there says enough).
Xing Li watches the mustard colored fog cover the town, safe in the open doorframe as dirty light spills into the street.
“There’ll be a storm soon.”
“There always is, love.”
She turns and gives Tai a small nod before returning to her watch. “This one will take us all.”
There is sound of fabric and Maylin is there, looking out with her into the gathering twilight. “How all is this all?”
Xing Li turns to walk back into the Detective Agency. “Enough to matter. That’s all you need to know.” She smiles and Maylin misses how her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
Later they’re all gone, leaving only a scrap of paper and a sleeping girl behind.
(maylin dreams of rushed whispers of war and xing li’s soothing voice, promising her that one day they’ll meet again and how she’s sorry, so very sorry)
-
Parallels
He’ll move on, he always has, once she shatters like glass under the constant pressure of his lifestyle.
Of course he’ll grieve for her - she was his wife and he did love her and he most certainly wanted her (he wonders if she’ll live long enough to be the mother to his blood children - the next, better generation of time lords) but she will only be a footnote in his life, someone he can remember fondly (ah, yes, lucy. sweet little lucy saxon) and then continue doing what he always has done without dwelling on the could-have-beens and the should-have-dones because all of space and time are at his fingertips (he’ll find another, sometime in his personal future - perhaps she’ll be better or worse or just the same but it won’t matter that much in the end).
-
Promises
She isn’t surprised when the news comes - that her son is in critical condition after apparently jumping off a roof for no reason except that he hasn’t been himself since he came out of his coma.
Nor is she really surprised when they tell her he’s gone, that he must have given up fighting. As if he never even tried to fight it at all.
“I made a promise…”
His words echo in her mind and she understands then, in that moment. Sam Tyler has always kept his promises.
-
Miss You When You’re Gone
She tires of his childlike enthusiasm, his pleasure in the destruction of her world. She distantly remembers being captivated by it, entranced by the power that radiated from him until Japan burned and Russia became a shipyard and her world shattered while she was left standing in the rain of glass.
Oh, she loves him. It scares her how much she loves him, how she’d still do anything for him, how her knees give way when he touches her and how this blossoms not from fear but from love.
The guilt eats away at her, poisoning her and twisting every moment she spends alive until there’s only one way she can cleanse herself and the opportunity is suddenly there, right in front of her and she takes it, savoring the weight of the gun in her strangely steady hands before shooting it and damning herself and her lover in one go and yet she can’t help but feel like she’s set them both free in the end.
His ring is cold in her hand but she’ll keep it safe because there’s always one more part to any story (she’s sick in the bushes near his funeral pyre and doesn’t tell a soul because she doesn’t need the world’s pity or its hate)
A Different Sort of Doctor [Doctor Who, Martha Jones, Gen (slight AU)]
So [Doctor Who, The Saxons, Gen/Romance]
Build Her Up With Silver and Gold [Pokemon, The Tyler Family (Nyx), Gen]
Action/Reaction [MotO, Tunerk and Ukuik (Future), Gen]
Girl Power [MotO, Tunerk, Keig, and Ki (Modern), Gen]
Universal [Doctor Who, Martha Jones and the Doctor, Gen]
Dreams of Rain in Drought [MotO, Xing Li, Maylin, and Tai (Detective-verse), Gen/Angst]
Parallels [Doctor Who, The Saxons, Angst]
Promises [Life on Mars, Ruth Tyler, Angst (Spoilers for Season Two Finale)]
Miss You When You’re Gone [Doctor Who, Lucy Saxon, Angst (Spoilers for Season Three Finale)]
A Different Sort of Doctor
She doesn’t know when it happened, that subtle shift from being Martha Jones to Doctor Jones to, much to her shock, the Doctor.
Martha is slowly getting used to it - the way they all look to her and only her (and if she’s not available they’ll seek out Tom) like she can save them all: the woman with the strange wrist device and the paper that says whatever you want it to say.
Perhaps she can save them. Perhaps she can’t.
But Martha Jones isn’t going to go down without a fight, no - after all, she’s the Doctor.
-
So
She is so completely human in every way (she trusts him and loves him while she’s so very much afraid of him and he wants to know how her mind works; he wants to know how she twists, how she folds) that he finds himself wanting her more as days pass (once he’d have broken her like the porcelain doll she so resembles, instead he finds himself comforting her as the horrors of what he’s done come to light - that’s not to say one day he won’t see her shatter); perhaps it’s the years spent as a human that makes him so sentimental, so… tender (he kisses her and it’s not like the kisses he’s shared before - she’s shivering from his very touch, in awe of everything he is) so he promises her the universe (and she smiles and he knows he’s made the right choice, for better or worse).
-
Build Her Up With Silver and Gold
Nyx tries not to think of the threads connecting her with the world. (life alone is easier lived if you pretend no one cares) Everything becomes simple that way, just her and her pokemon and nothing else that will ever disrupt the life she’s fabricated for herself (in her lie she never ran away from home, never stole her first pokemon, and doesn’t fear that one day she’ll stop running) and she can almost believe that she’s happy.
(and someone is standing in her door with turquoise hair and the outfit of a ranger and london bridge is falling down)
-
Action/Reaction
“I don’t think I’d change anything.”
Queen Ukuik stares up at the Superior General of the Northern Water Tribe, not quite believing the answer. “You mean you wouldn’t change anything? Not at all?”
A small smile appears amongst the tattoos as Tunerk looks back at Ukuik. “Oh, I’m sure there is. But if I changed it then I wouldn’t be standing here right now, would I?”
-
Girl Power
Tunerk, Keig soon finds out, is good in a fight.
“There were three of them!” She exclaims, staring at the upperclassman. “And you’ve only got a black eye and a split lip and one of them is huddled over in pain and the school nurse thinks you’ve managed to knock the other one out and the last one ran away!”
“Don’t you know how to fight, Keig?” Tunerk is sitting with her back to the lockers, a slab of raw meat over the black eye. (Ki keeps giving Tunerk a look that Keig thinks must be about meat rather than the tribe member herself)
“My mother and father…”
“Bugger them. Come on Keig, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
And with a nod to Ki, they somehow manage to drag the reluctant Keig out and towards the gym.
“Yu will be in today. We’re in luck.”
Keig couldn’t think of anything to say.
-
Universal
“We’re not lost, we’re just taking the scenic route.”
“My dad said that every single time we were lost. Is it a biological response that males have when they’re lost?”
“Martha…”
“No, really. I don’t think I’ve met a single male who hasn’t used that excuse at least once in his life. Apparently it’s also a universal standard.”
“How do you know that I didn’t just pick it up after visiting Earth so many times?”
“Do I really have to answer that one?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Alright. So. We’re lost.”
“No. We’re taking the scenic route.”
“Doctor…”
-
Dreams of Rain in Drought
It’s a run down place - rusting bars over the windows and various pots and pans placed to perfectly catch every drop of rain but it’s the closest thing to a home any of them has (and that right there says enough).
Xing Li watches the mustard colored fog cover the town, safe in the open doorframe as dirty light spills into the street.
“There’ll be a storm soon.”
“There always is, love.”
She turns and gives Tai a small nod before returning to her watch. “This one will take us all.”
There is sound of fabric and Maylin is there, looking out with her into the gathering twilight. “How all is this all?”
Xing Li turns to walk back into the Detective Agency. “Enough to matter. That’s all you need to know.” She smiles and Maylin misses how her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
Later they’re all gone, leaving only a scrap of paper and a sleeping girl behind.
(maylin dreams of rushed whispers of war and xing li’s soothing voice, promising her that one day they’ll meet again and how she’s sorry, so very sorry)
-
Parallels
He’ll move on, he always has, once she shatters like glass under the constant pressure of his lifestyle.
Of course he’ll grieve for her - she was his wife and he did love her and he most certainly wanted her (he wonders if she’ll live long enough to be the mother to his blood children - the next, better generation of time lords) but she will only be a footnote in his life, someone he can remember fondly (ah, yes, lucy. sweet little lucy saxon) and then continue doing what he always has done without dwelling on the could-have-beens and the should-have-dones because all of space and time are at his fingertips (he’ll find another, sometime in his personal future - perhaps she’ll be better or worse or just the same but it won’t matter that much in the end).
-
Promises
She isn’t surprised when the news comes - that her son is in critical condition after apparently jumping off a roof for no reason except that he hasn’t been himself since he came out of his coma.
Nor is she really surprised when they tell her he’s gone, that he must have given up fighting. As if he never even tried to fight it at all.
“I made a promise…”
His words echo in her mind and she understands then, in that moment. Sam Tyler has always kept his promises.
-
Miss You When You’re Gone
She tires of his childlike enthusiasm, his pleasure in the destruction of her world. She distantly remembers being captivated by it, entranced by the power that radiated from him until Japan burned and Russia became a shipyard and her world shattered while she was left standing in the rain of glass.
Oh, she loves him. It scares her how much she loves him, how she’d still do anything for him, how her knees give way when he touches her and how this blossoms not from fear but from love.
The guilt eats away at her, poisoning her and twisting every moment she spends alive until there’s only one way she can cleanse herself and the opportunity is suddenly there, right in front of her and she takes it, savoring the weight of the gun in her strangely steady hands before shooting it and damning herself and her lover in one go and yet she can’t help but feel like she’s set them both free in the end.
His ring is cold in her hand but she’ll keep it safe because there’s always one more part to any story (she’s sick in the bushes near his funeral pyre and doesn’t tell a soul because she doesn’t need the world’s pity or its hate)