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tygermama To celebrate International Women's Day, name a woman in one of my fandoms and I will attempt a drabble about her.
If you give me a keyword or lyric, I will use it if it sparks something for me.
Fandoms: Many and various, and I'll even throw in a crossover if you want :-P
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Methos sighed, he was so buggered. So much for helping out a friend. “I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this," he said meekly as he raised his hands into the air
The UNIT soldier aimed his gun. “Save it," he said. "I know all about you"
Methos's eyes narrowed. "Is that so," he purred. "Let me guess - Martha Jones?"
"I'll be the one asking the questions," the UNIT officer said tartly. "You just keep your hands up where I can see them and kick that sword in my direction."
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“Well, have you got him yet?” Amanda's voice asked impatiently through Martha's earbud.
Martha smirked as a familiar figure was marched out of the country home. “That would be a yes.”
“Just remember, he always has a back up plan,” Amanda said ( ... )
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*cackles*
Methos began to laugh as Martha turned and stalked out of the room.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Amanda called after her.
“I do believe she may be retrieving a copy of the official secrets act’” Methos said wryly. “I’d get your pen ready, you’re in for a treat.”
ROFL
Thanks SO much - this is pricelessly funny! *squishes her fic and you*
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I'm going to give you three names, do with them as you will because I can't pick one:
Zoe Washburn (Zoe did take Wash's name, right?)
Romana
Emma Peel
Have fun! :)
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Rebecca (and Sarah Jane too, if you think they ever met)
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It was a teashop on a street that was, if not exactly desirable, at least a respectable distance from the Shades. In short, it was not sort of place that one went looking for trouble... yet trouble still seemed to find Susan Sto-Helit, nonetheless.
"Go away, before someone sees you," she hissed at the small skeletal rodent perched on the milk jug.
"SQUEAK!"
"I don't care what he said," she said chillingly. "Grandfather is more than capable of-"
A large shadow filled the teashop's entrance and the door was prised from its hinges, pulling the frame and a goodly portion of the brickwork with it. A Troll filled the doorway, and the elderly granny at the table next to her showed a surprising amount of sprightliness as she ducked under the table. Susan surveyed the room. Unsurprisingly, she seemed to be only one still sitting at the table, instead of talking cover under it ( ... )
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Oh this was fantastic! (If you're finished with Susan, could you point her my way, she seems to be avoiding me)
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