And, here is my first story for this community!  Nice to have an open challenge going-- and I definitely dug back into the archives to find a good one (Challenge 62-- Beginnings). I hope I posted this properly, and that the fic meets the standards here.  :)

Shimmering Through the Dusk, Rose/Ten, R (Just to be safe)
When she was a child, she-- as many ( Read more... )

1st place:
Forever Begins Here by thenakedcupcake

2nd place:
Fireworks by wareander

3rd place:
madmen and love by sekichu

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( Challenge 62 voting )

Fireworks, TenII/Rose, PG

The water was so hot it burned, but oh, it all hurt anyway., 693

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Restart, TenII/Rose, PG-13
His posture slumps a bit as he still unsure of how to react to this new Rose. This Rose who is in charge and carries a weight on her shoulders that he never wished on her., 1,217

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Afterglow, TenII/Rose, R, 394w.
Today, she is warm and happy-for the first time in years

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Breaking the Rules, Nine/Rose, G
“I never go back,” he repeats. His eyes land on her, piercing blue eyes that both terrify and captivate her. “Once my offer is made and that blue box disappears...it’s a rule I have, never go back.” 392 words

A/N: The beginnings theme is really perfect as this is my first fic for this community and my first time ( Read more... )

 Forever Begins Here, Ten/Rose. Teen. 2,540 words.
“I know you’ve been protecting me from Satellite Five, but you should know… its okay. I’m alright, and I’ve done… a little bit more than remember,” she says, drawing the word 'little' from her mouth like thin strings of taffy.

( She's a witch! )

madmen and love, ten/rose, eleven/rose, PG
so she leaves his spent body behind, another wound opening on a cardial battleground; the ache of her palms filled by Torchwood gunmetal., AU, 1353

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Bugs in Amber, Ten/Future!Rose. Teen. 973 words. 
“Hullo,” she says, picking small irregular bits of gravel from the backs of her thighs. She bears lines, pink and running through her skin like pinstripes, from her weight on the concrete, and she is dirty. “I didn’t think you’d see me,” and she brushes flecks of earth warily from her knees.

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