Three More Commentfics
First, igrockspock wrote me Lois fic!!! Go read Devil in Your Details, which is post-COE Lois who was always more than people took her for. Because, LOIS! :D
Second, I wrote these, also for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon, which still has prompts open, and more prompts you can leave.
Title: For Only Gossamer My Gown
Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Suzie (team mentioned)
Rating: PG
Summary: No one is better at planning than Suzie.
Spoilers: TKKS
A/N: Originally posted here.
Prompt: Torchwood, Suzie Costello, pick a side, pick a fight / but get your epitaph right
***
Plans within plans. Suzie wants to live, wants victory over her demons, wants everything. Her head buzzes with ideas, scraps of data, computer pathways, and the endless pouring of small white pills into her hand. Controlling the memory means controlling the past means controlling history means creating the future. Control is the thing she wants the most, is the thing she feels as the glove encompasses her hand.
But they are coming closer, like flies. Jack brought a detective in, claiming she found them. Tosh is brushing against her codes. Owen examines the bodies of her kills. Even the office boy with his secrets (oh yes, she knows about the basement) watches her from the shadows.
She needs a backup plan, and if it fails, she needs an epitaph no-one will forget.
Brain alive with thoughts of death, Suzie opens her book of poetry, and plans and plans and plans.
***
Title: Noon
Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Alice (Johnson and Jack mentioned)
Rating: PG
Summary: Mornings are the hardest
Spoilers: COE
A/N: Originally posted here.
Prompt: Torchwood, Alice [/Agent Johnson], getting by
***
Mornings are the hardest. During the day, he could be at school. At night, he could be sleeping. She has no excuses for morning.
She ought to get up, get breakfast for them both, pack lunch, check the weather to see if jackets or coats are necessary, and go go go. She shouldn't lie here in bed, watching the reflections from the cars outside flicker across her ceiling, shouldn't count the minutes and hours and days since…. Since.
When she goes outside, her neighbours stare, and some offer kind words that she is long past hearing for anything but "Thank God it wasn't me." Sometimes she thinks she catches a glimpse of a long coat, but she refuses to check closer and give him that satisfaction. She does know the woman is watching her, shameless and shamed, in a car parked not halfway down the street or waiting at the store where Alice buys half the groceries she once did, never coming closer. No words, not false kind ones, not apologies, not a thing and Alice would never accept regardless.
Sometimes her mornings last all afternoon, and into the cool, silent evenings, the cars going by and the world going on outside without her. Sometimes she's certain that she died that day as well, and her body simply hasn't learned to stop. Sometimes she's afraid that her traitor genes won't let her die.
But sometimes, on the rarest days, she wakes up before dawn, and the silence that follows her inside hushes the outdoors. Then she rises from her rank and rumpled bed, ventures out into the anticipatory quiet, and she stares up as the stars wink out above her, and her feet take her for walks far away from the stifling house with the empty room. Morning comes somewhere else, for other people, and Alice is out, and cars rush and other people's children get ready for school, and Alice is out, and Alice is out, and Alice is free, and the sun above her is the only one watching.
Sometimes, mornings end and turn to noon.
***
Title: Little Girls in Pink Bows
Fandom: Sarah Jane Adventures
Characters: Rani & Maria
Rating: PG
Summary: Rani wasn't sure she'd like Maria.
Spoilers: up through season two
A/N: Originally posted here.
Prompt: Sarah Jane Adventures, Maria and/or Rani Though the strong could be my company, you're the one I choose
***
Rani wasn't sure she'd like this girl, this idol who fills the stories her friends tell. Although Sarah Jane is the one who saves the day, although Clyde is their bright heart, although Luke is brilliant and kind, it's Maria they all speak of like some folk hero in an old storybook. Rani always thought she'd hate her, just a little, when they finally met.
Instead, Maria is just as funny and shy as every girl Rani ever befriended in her old life. She laughs delightedly at the same amazing things that pull shocked joy from Rani. They boys treat her like a long-lost sister, holding hands and dashing off with no more care than if they were children, and instead of feeling left out, Rani is dashing with them, heart racing and mind sparking with the latest out of this world visitor who's fallen into their laps.
Somehow it's inevitable that Sarah Jane is captured and taken to the leader of the invasion force, that Luke is dragged away for study and Clyde is locked up under heavy guard. Rani and Maria take shelter in the house they sort of shared, watching events unfold across the street. They need a plan.
Without thinking about it, Rani reaches out and takes Maria's hand. Maria squeezes back. They trade grins, and hand in hand, they are off together to save the world.
Second, I wrote these, also for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon, which still has prompts open, and more prompts you can leave.
Title: For Only Gossamer My Gown
Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Suzie (team mentioned)
Rating: PG
Summary: No one is better at planning than Suzie.
Spoilers: TKKS
A/N: Originally posted here.
Prompt: Torchwood, Suzie Costello, pick a side, pick a fight / but get your epitaph right
***
Plans within plans. Suzie wants to live, wants victory over her demons, wants everything. Her head buzzes with ideas, scraps of data, computer pathways, and the endless pouring of small white pills into her hand. Controlling the memory means controlling the past means controlling history means creating the future. Control is the thing she wants the most, is the thing she feels as the glove encompasses her hand.
But they are coming closer, like flies. Jack brought a detective in, claiming she found them. Tosh is brushing against her codes. Owen examines the bodies of her kills. Even the office boy with his secrets (oh yes, she knows about the basement) watches her from the shadows.
She needs a backup plan, and if it fails, she needs an epitaph no-one will forget.
Brain alive with thoughts of death, Suzie opens her book of poetry, and plans and plans and plans.
***
Title: Noon
Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Alice (Johnson and Jack mentioned)
Rating: PG
Summary: Mornings are the hardest
Spoilers: COE
A/N: Originally posted here.
Prompt: Torchwood, Alice [/Agent Johnson], getting by
***
Mornings are the hardest. During the day, he could be at school. At night, he could be sleeping. She has no excuses for morning.
She ought to get up, get breakfast for them both, pack lunch, check the weather to see if jackets or coats are necessary, and go go go. She shouldn't lie here in bed, watching the reflections from the cars outside flicker across her ceiling, shouldn't count the minutes and hours and days since…. Since.
When she goes outside, her neighbours stare, and some offer kind words that she is long past hearing for anything but "Thank God it wasn't me." Sometimes she thinks she catches a glimpse of a long coat, but she refuses to check closer and give him that satisfaction. She does know the woman is watching her, shameless and shamed, in a car parked not halfway down the street or waiting at the store where Alice buys half the groceries she once did, never coming closer. No words, not false kind ones, not apologies, not a thing and Alice would never accept regardless.
Sometimes her mornings last all afternoon, and into the cool, silent evenings, the cars going by and the world going on outside without her. Sometimes she's certain that she died that day as well, and her body simply hasn't learned to stop. Sometimes she's afraid that her traitor genes won't let her die.
But sometimes, on the rarest days, she wakes up before dawn, and the silence that follows her inside hushes the outdoors. Then she rises from her rank and rumpled bed, ventures out into the anticipatory quiet, and she stares up as the stars wink out above her, and her feet take her for walks far away from the stifling house with the empty room. Morning comes somewhere else, for other people, and Alice is out, and cars rush and other people's children get ready for school, and Alice is out, and Alice is out, and Alice is free, and the sun above her is the only one watching.
Sometimes, mornings end and turn to noon.
***
Title: Little Girls in Pink Bows
Fandom: Sarah Jane Adventures
Characters: Rani & Maria
Rating: PG
Summary: Rani wasn't sure she'd like Maria.
Spoilers: up through season two
A/N: Originally posted here.
Prompt: Sarah Jane Adventures, Maria and/or Rani Though the strong could be my company, you're the one I choose
***
Rani wasn't sure she'd like this girl, this idol who fills the stories her friends tell. Although Sarah Jane is the one who saves the day, although Clyde is their bright heart, although Luke is brilliant and kind, it's Maria they all speak of like some folk hero in an old storybook. Rani always thought she'd hate her, just a little, when they finally met.
Instead, Maria is just as funny and shy as every girl Rani ever befriended in her old life. She laughs delightedly at the same amazing things that pull shocked joy from Rani. They boys treat her like a long-lost sister, holding hands and dashing off with no more care than if they were children, and instead of feeling left out, Rani is dashing with them, heart racing and mind sparking with the latest out of this world visitor who's fallen into their laps.
Somehow it's inevitable that Sarah Jane is captured and taken to the leader of the invasion force, that Luke is dragged away for study and Clyde is locked up under heavy guard. Rani and Maria take shelter in the house they sort of shared, watching events unfold across the street. They need a plan.
Without thinking about it, Rani reaches out and takes Maria's hand. Maria squeezes back. They trade grins, and hand in hand, they are off together to save the world.