Doctor Who Drabbles
Title: Chemistry
Date: June 1, 2013
Author: in_motu_proprio
Rating: R for themes
Genre: Fluff/light smut
Word Count: 100
Pairings: The Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Warnings: Slash
Summary: A moment outside The Hub.
Written For: dw100 Challenge 452:Chemistry
"Chemistry's a hard thing to predict..." He was pulled to the tips of his toes, his sneakers squeaking on the paving blocks outside the Millenium Center. It wasn't as though The Doctor hadn't kissed Jack before, although it had been with another set of lips.
"Anything else hard," Jack purred. The Doctor wondered if it was getting hot. Must be global warming. A cool breeze from The Bay mocked him, tickling the nape of his neck.
"Well...." His voice cracked as Jack's thigh pressed against him. The Doctor smiled. "Like I was saying... chemistry is a hard thing to predict."
Title: Falling
Date: May 27, 2013
Author: in_motu_proprio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 99
Pairings: Clara/Eleven
Warnings: Clara's life is focused on one thing.
Summary: Clara's life after falling into the Doctor's timestream.
Written For: dw100 challenge 451 diaspora
She's falling but she doesn't know if it's up or down. Sometimes it goes round in a spiral and Clara rather likes that one. Most of the time, though, there is light and there is Him. He's all she's got to concentrate on most of the time. Occasionally she'll get a few weeks or days, once even a month. Mostly, though... it's just Him. She screams his name over and over, through the centuries, through a hundred companions an 12 faces. Always there, always watching, always calling for Him.
"Doctor."
Title: Leviathan
Author: in_motu_proprio
Rating: G
Genre: Drabble
Word Count: 98
Pairings: Tardis/Space Whale
Spoilers: The Beast Below
Warnings: None that I can think of
Summary: The Tardis knows what's going on first. She always does.
Written For: dw100
She glides, tiny in space but enormous in all other regards. There are two of them now, her and the Carrier. She knows the Carrier's secret before her Thief or the Orangey Girl guess there's something wrong. She can feel him breathe under her grates, senses the subtle organic movements in her coral. He is alive. He has made his choice. She bids farewell to the Carrier and waits for her sad Thief to realize the same. Her engines call him home as the Carrier sings with the children.
Date: June 1, 2013
Author: in_motu_proprio
Rating: R for themes
Genre: Fluff/light smut
Word Count: 100
Pairings: The Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Warnings: Slash
Summary: A moment outside The Hub.
Written For: dw100 Challenge 452:Chemistry
"Chemistry's a hard thing to predict..." He was pulled to the tips of his toes, his sneakers squeaking on the paving blocks outside the Millenium Center. It wasn't as though The Doctor hadn't kissed Jack before, although it had been with another set of lips.
"Anything else hard," Jack purred. The Doctor wondered if it was getting hot. Must be global warming. A cool breeze from The Bay mocked him, tickling the nape of his neck.
"Well...." His voice cracked as Jack's thigh pressed against him. The Doctor smiled. "Like I was saying... chemistry is a hard thing to predict."
Title: Falling
Date: May 27, 2013
Author: in_motu_proprio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 99
Pairings: Clara/Eleven
Warnings: Clara's life is focused on one thing.
Summary: Clara's life after falling into the Doctor's timestream.
Written For: dw100 challenge 451 diaspora
She's falling but she doesn't know if it's up or down. Sometimes it goes round in a spiral and Clara rather likes that one. Most of the time, though, there is light and there is Him. He's all she's got to concentrate on most of the time. Occasionally she'll get a few weeks or days, once even a month. Mostly, though... it's just Him. She screams his name over and over, through the centuries, through a hundred companions an 12 faces. Always there, always watching, always calling for Him.
"Doctor."
Title: Leviathan
Author: in_motu_proprio
Rating: G
Genre: Drabble
Word Count: 98
Pairings: Tardis/Space Whale
Spoilers: The Beast Below
Warnings: None that I can think of
Summary: The Tardis knows what's going on first. She always does.
Written For: dw100
She glides, tiny in space but enormous in all other regards. There are two of them now, her and the Carrier. She knows the Carrier's secret before her Thief or the Orangey Girl guess there's something wrong. She can feel him breathe under her grates, senses the subtle organic movements in her coral. He is alive. He has made his choice. She bids farewell to the Carrier and waits for her sad Thief to realize the same. Her engines call him home as the Carrier sings with the children.