'Free For All' Monday!!
Because I'm so generous (or evil, you decide) I've decided that every Monday in June is going to be a 'Free For All' day where I let loose my lapsed plot bunnies to either wither and die, or for some enterprising author to take up and care for. Either way, I don't care. I just want them off my 'maybe someday' list.
What I'm talking about are the things I've started to write, and for one reason or another, will never finish. Usually, this is because I lost momentum, lost interest, or realized they were turning into epics and lost the inclination to continue writing them.
Everyone's free to join in, too. If you have a half-page written somewhere that you've always thought 'maybe I'll get back to that someday' but really won't, and want to clean house, post it or the link to it in the comments. Or just tell me that it's a good thing I didn't continue with this one, because it sucks. Either way, I'm shedding half-formed and unfinished plot bunnies like a dog shed's its winter coat...or something.
Yay! Let the purging begin!!
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Today's fic-bit: A Ninth Doctor piece that was originally intended to show the darker aspects of the Doctor's personality. I wanted this to show the Doctor at his possessive, obsessive best when it came to Rose, and how he would do anything to keep her with him; to tie her to his side so tightly that she would never even think of leaving, because he couldn't be alone any more. This was most likely going to be a Rose/Nine story with lots of possessive sex and stuff, working through all of season 1 and seeing how the relationship translated over to the Tenth Doctor, but the train got derailed and I lost interest.
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He'd been alone too long when he met her for the first time. Since his world had burned, he'd had dozens of potential companions, but none of them ever seemed right. They were aggravating at best, so the temptation to invite them into his world never surfaced.
Then he met a girl on Earth - of course - who despite everything he'd deliberately thrown at her, still managed to come swinging in to save him. It was the first time the silence in his mind had been filled with something other than the desperate emptiness. He'd felt genuine excitement and interest around her, not having to fake the smiles or giddy enjoyment.
So when she turned him down, turned back to the pathetic boy hiding behind her instead of having grand adventures with him through time and space, he took it at face value and left.
Anger and disappointment followed him for the next while, keeping him on the edge of depression. The TARDIS helped where she could, but she was a single voice where millions use to be. Still, the silly little human filled his thoughts and more than once he found himself putting in the coordinates for Earth, just to see her again.
Finally, it seemed his precious TARDIS had had enough of his sulking and waffling, depositing him back on Earth, seconds after he'd left the first time. He took it for the subtle suggestion it wasn't and asked the silly little human once more, only mildly surprised when she left the boy in the alley to join him.
But he couldn't make himself trust his own instincts any more, especially with her presence filling the void in his mind. Never had a companion captured his attention so completely, and he wondered if it was simply a side effect of having no one else to balance him out.
So he took her to the end of the world, unwilling to believe in her just yet. He showed her the end of her world, burning up similarly to his. He knew he was deliberately trying to push her away, trying to scare her enough to leave him before he got too attached, but it was also a test. Would this be enough to pull her in closer? Or push her away?
But she stayed, and he started to believe a little more. He might frighten her at times, but she wouldn't run away from him.
After Cardiff, it was time to take her home for a bit, because living on the TARDIS was all well a good for a 19 year old human, but she announced she needed more than one set of clothes. Since he wasn't taking her shopping - ever - she needed to pick up some clothes from home.
By this time he new he was utterly lost to her. She'd held his hand as they faced death, never once blaming him. The feel of another hand in his was comforting and familiar, yet new and different because it was her.
The TARDIS, however, was not so accepting. She had been his most faithful companion and wasn't about to let some upstart human destroy him even more. She landed them a year after they'd left, and he knew instantly why she'd done it. It was her own way of testing Rose.
She was his ship and shared his personality to some extent, and this was her way of alienating the girl from her family and previous life. He couldn't find it in himself to really care, because he wanted to see the outcome, too.
In the end, it tied her closer to him and his life, serving its purpose and allowing another tie to bind her to him.
He also discovered how far he had fallen, when looking at her from across the table, he realized he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. To keep her happy and by his side. He even invited her little boyfriend along because he knew that's what she wanted, and was never so glad as when he declined.
Back they went, travelling through time and space, saving planet after planet, having adventure after adventure. He could see her growing and changing before his eyes, yet never leaving his side. She was becoming the companion he'd never known he needed, never ceasing to be amazed by the wonders he could show her.
Then came Utah and the Dalek, a piece of his past slapping him in the face. It was then that he really realized how far she had managed to work her way into his very being. She was a soothing balm on the gaping wounds left by the Time War, and he immersed himself in her very essence. Even the addition of the stupid worm Adam couldn't pull her away from him.
He hadn't realized it at the time, but Adam had been a blessing. Both he and the TARDIS had known from the start that he didn't have the right 'stuff' to be a companion. But Rose had wanted him along, so there he was.
Adam broke far too quickly and in such a brutally fantastic way, that even he couldn't have predicted it.
Rose had picked up on his anger, rolling with it, never leaving his side. In fact, the entire escapade had only shown him how much she was his. She followed him, not the idiot; asked intelligent questions, not the whereabouts of Adam; was royally pissed at the boy, not sympathetic and understanding.
In the end, she accepted that it was just the two of them, and that it took a special type of person to travel as they did.
When she came to him and asked to see her father, he couldn't deny her. He had deliberately not mentioned her family or friends for months, keeping her distracted with adventure after adventure. He didn't often stay with a single companion for so long without some outside contact, because he didn't want to become their entire life. They all left in the end - or he left - and it was better if they had some type of life to go back to.
With her, he was different. He knew he shouldn't keep her to himself, but he found he'd become possessive in his old age.
...end
What I'm talking about are the things I've started to write, and for one reason or another, will never finish. Usually, this is because I lost momentum, lost interest, or realized they were turning into epics and lost the inclination to continue writing them.
Everyone's free to join in, too. If you have a half-page written somewhere that you've always thought 'maybe I'll get back to that someday' but really won't, and want to clean house, post it or the link to it in the comments. Or just tell me that it's a good thing I didn't continue with this one, because it sucks. Either way, I'm shedding half-formed and unfinished plot bunnies like a dog shed's its winter coat...or something.
Yay! Let the purging begin!!
~!~
Today's fic-bit: A Ninth Doctor piece that was originally intended to show the darker aspects of the Doctor's personality. I wanted this to show the Doctor at his possessive, obsessive best when it came to Rose, and how he would do anything to keep her with him; to tie her to his side so tightly that she would never even think of leaving, because he couldn't be alone any more. This was most likely going to be a Rose/Nine story with lots of possessive sex and stuff, working through all of season 1 and seeing how the relationship translated over to the Tenth Doctor, but the train got derailed and I lost interest.
~!~
He'd been alone too long when he met her for the first time. Since his world had burned, he'd had dozens of potential companions, but none of them ever seemed right. They were aggravating at best, so the temptation to invite them into his world never surfaced.
Then he met a girl on Earth - of course - who despite everything he'd deliberately thrown at her, still managed to come swinging in to save him. It was the first time the silence in his mind had been filled with something other than the desperate emptiness. He'd felt genuine excitement and interest around her, not having to fake the smiles or giddy enjoyment.
So when she turned him down, turned back to the pathetic boy hiding behind her instead of having grand adventures with him through time and space, he took it at face value and left.
Anger and disappointment followed him for the next while, keeping him on the edge of depression. The TARDIS helped where she could, but she was a single voice where millions use to be. Still, the silly little human filled his thoughts and more than once he found himself putting in the coordinates for Earth, just to see her again.
Finally, it seemed his precious TARDIS had had enough of his sulking and waffling, depositing him back on Earth, seconds after he'd left the first time. He took it for the subtle suggestion it wasn't and asked the silly little human once more, only mildly surprised when she left the boy in the alley to join him.
But he couldn't make himself trust his own instincts any more, especially with her presence filling the void in his mind. Never had a companion captured his attention so completely, and he wondered if it was simply a side effect of having no one else to balance him out.
So he took her to the end of the world, unwilling to believe in her just yet. He showed her the end of her world, burning up similarly to his. He knew he was deliberately trying to push her away, trying to scare her enough to leave him before he got too attached, but it was also a test. Would this be enough to pull her in closer? Or push her away?
But she stayed, and he started to believe a little more. He might frighten her at times, but she wouldn't run away from him.
After Cardiff, it was time to take her home for a bit, because living on the TARDIS was all well a good for a 19 year old human, but she announced she needed more than one set of clothes. Since he wasn't taking her shopping - ever - she needed to pick up some clothes from home.
By this time he new he was utterly lost to her. She'd held his hand as they faced death, never once blaming him. The feel of another hand in his was comforting and familiar, yet new and different because it was her.
The TARDIS, however, was not so accepting. She had been his most faithful companion and wasn't about to let some upstart human destroy him even more. She landed them a year after they'd left, and he knew instantly why she'd done it. It was her own way of testing Rose.
She was his ship and shared his personality to some extent, and this was her way of alienating the girl from her family and previous life. He couldn't find it in himself to really care, because he wanted to see the outcome, too.
In the end, it tied her closer to him and his life, serving its purpose and allowing another tie to bind her to him.
He also discovered how far he had fallen, when looking at her from across the table, he realized he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. To keep her happy and by his side. He even invited her little boyfriend along because he knew that's what she wanted, and was never so glad as when he declined.
Back they went, travelling through time and space, saving planet after planet, having adventure after adventure. He could see her growing and changing before his eyes, yet never leaving his side. She was becoming the companion he'd never known he needed, never ceasing to be amazed by the wonders he could show her.
Then came Utah and the Dalek, a piece of his past slapping him in the face. It was then that he really realized how far she had managed to work her way into his very being. She was a soothing balm on the gaping wounds left by the Time War, and he immersed himself in her very essence. Even the addition of the stupid worm Adam couldn't pull her away from him.
He hadn't realized it at the time, but Adam had been a blessing. Both he and the TARDIS had known from the start that he didn't have the right 'stuff' to be a companion. But Rose had wanted him along, so there he was.
Adam broke far too quickly and in such a brutally fantastic way, that even he couldn't have predicted it.
Rose had picked up on his anger, rolling with it, never leaving his side. In fact, the entire escapade had only shown him how much she was his. She followed him, not the idiot; asked intelligent questions, not the whereabouts of Adam; was royally pissed at the boy, not sympathetic and understanding.
In the end, she accepted that it was just the two of them, and that it took a special type of person to travel as they did.
When she came to him and asked to see her father, he couldn't deny her. He had deliberately not mentioned her family or friends for months, keeping her distracted with adventure after adventure. He didn't often stay with a single companion for so long without some outside contact, because he didn't want to become their entire life. They all left in the end - or he left - and it was better if they had some type of life to go back to.
With her, he was different. He knew he shouldn't keep her to himself, but he found he'd become possessive in his old age.
...end