Worse Things in Life Than--, Death/Rose, R. 2,160w.

Death doesn’t like to lose. What he does like, however, is Rose Marion Tyler’s smile, and jam, and making small watches.

So he plays a bad hand, and she takes him for everything he’s got.

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Of All the Gin Joints by haveloved
Sleeper Awake by takethewords
Devil in a Blue Box by melnay13
Thicker Than Blood by shellystark
The Reward by wildwinterwitch
SHE is Returning by zazie11
We forget because we must by mute_troubadour
when trouble comes knocking by rowofstars

Bit too late to do voting, so you've got a master list this time! The challenge will be up soon!

when trouble comes knocking, (Nine/Rose), PG, AU
“So, you’re the man they call - the Doctor?” she asks, her fingers walking down his sleeve to skim over the curve of his hand. “The one who solves people’s problems?”, 6,292

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 SHE is Returning, The Doctor/Rose, T

He once took the Vortex out of Rose to save her life, but ... Time can be Rewritten. 384 w.

A/N: I'm away on vacation at the moment, but I couldn't resist doing a little something for this challenge - especially when it was extended for an additional week!  My submission for this challenge is a bit different, in ( Read more... )

The Reward, Ten/Rose, T
I could afford to go without a job for a couple of days and still be able to pay Martha’s wages at the end of the week. A bit of a breather couldn’t do any harm, but it’s not really what I’m used to. I like to keep myself busy, to keep moving., 3208

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Fic: Thicker Than Blood
Author:ShellyStark
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ten/Rose and a little bit of good old Jack
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find themselves in a bad situation.

Hooray! My first fic for this comm. Hope you guys enjoy!

Follow the fake cut to my journal
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Sleeper Awake, Doctor/Rose, pg.
The next time she dreams this world she meets the Detective. He finds her, knocking on her door and looking her up and down. She wears only her dressing gown, feeling no modesty, and he wears leather and a frown. There are stories in the wrinkles around his eyes., 1,613 words
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“You’re cut off, Harkness,” the bartender said curtly as Jack drained his mug to the dregs.

“Aww, come on, Doc,” Jack Harkness wheedled, his slight slur the only discernible sign of his inebriation. He was better at holding his liquor than any of the patrons the Doctor’s club had ever seen, and that was saying a lot. “At least until last call.”
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