A Ticket Home (fic)

[meilin_miranda]

Cross-posted at Teaspoon

Title: A Ticket Home
Author: MeiLin
Rating: R
Characters: Jack Harkness, Shae Han/Miss Dexter (original character), Francine Jones, The Master
Pairings: Master/Shae
Disclaimer: The Beeb owns everyone in here, and a good chunk of me too, apparently. Except Shae! I own Shae! OK I partly own her!

Summary: The

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[eumenidis]

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Thanks, you relieve my mind; I thought I was missing what was right in front of me. Brain *is* rusty, though; just hope it's not rusted through.

The hats AND the funny collars. They always remind me of my Confirmation, with the Bishop in his full regalia...hmmm. (It's downright scary the things that come into my head while I'm talking to fellow fans.) The Time Lords might consider sex beneath them, at least officially, esp. sex with lesser species, but Andred, the Gallifreyan commoner guard, didn't make any protests of outraged virtue when Leela laid hands on him & said "I want *this* one", & didn't the Doctor once say something about being half-human on his mother's side?
(Racial discrimination on Gallifrey?)

Well, unless there're some bedrooms on the TARDIS that're much more inviting than the ones I recall off the top of my head, *I* think sex on the TARDIS would be pretty icky. Actually, the only bedroom I recall seeing is Peri's, & that was about as erotically inviting as the inside of a refrigerator. An anorexic's refrigerator. But I know what you mean about Tennant being an 11-year-old boy when it comes to the Doctor.

Weren't Gethenians genetically modified humans? Don't remember. But a truly hermaphroditic human sub-species would be suffiently alien for their motives & behavior to be incomprehensible to dimorphic humans. I mean, just look at how much trouble our culture has dealing with gay people--& they vary only slightly from the average!

You interviewed Ursula le Guin TWICE?! Damn, why didn't I study journalism... Ferocious? Well, she had to be ferocious, she's my mother's age, which meant she grew up during the 30s, with social Darwinism, Fascism, & all those other ugly -isms permeating the culture. But at least Ms. le Guin had the advantage of coming from a family of intellectuals, which my poor mother did not.

If I can get this seed of an idea to germinate, why sure! In fact, I don't know why I didn't realize Paulie the Porker needed a sharp--& honestly, officer, *entirely* therapeutic--kick in the ass. (No, no, I didn't enjoy that at all, I just put on my steel-toed boots & thought of England.)

Oh--I didn't think you were always there; I just thought you organized your thoughts much more quickly than I do.

Better?