When he gets back to UNIT HQ from Llanfairfach, the first thing the Doctor does is take the TARDIS twenty years into the future - just to make sure.
Jo isn’t easy to locate, but he finds her eventually. Or rather, she finds him; he is checking Dinas Powys when she waves to him from the opposite side of the street. He barely has time to greet her before she dashes across the road and hugs him, saying “Doctor, it’s so good to see you again!”
They go back to her house, on the edges of town; she makes tea and biscuits “for old times’ sake”. He notices that there’s no one else at home.
As their tea cools on the kitchen table she tells him about everything that’s happened to her in twenty years: the expeditions to the Amazon (wonderful, just wonderful, they were just so full of life, and Doctor, you wouldn’t believe what happened that time their canoe got stuck in the middle of the river), the degree in botany (even without those A-levels), the activist life (rewarding, for the most part, and the mines did close eventually), the divorce
( ... )
Of the myriad of peculiar things that happened to Sarah on a very regular basis, waking up next to a beautiful redhead was not one that she could remember occurring terribly often before. A muffled voice from the pillow beside her seemed to be bemoaning its inevitable death-by-hangover. Sarah alarmed herself by slipping into Mum-mode.
"I'll get you some paracetamol," she said, sliding out of bed and hunting around for something to wear that wasn't last night's hastily discarded knickers.
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An indeterminate amount of time later, still feeling a bit shaky but having calmed the worst of her headache with tea and painkillers, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the newspaper and being deeply thankful that Luke was staying at Clyde's until dinner time. She glanced up as Donna came in, dressed in her suit again (fantastic suit, Sarah found herself noting) and looking at bit awkward. She smelled faintly of leftover perfume, mixed with cigarettes from the pub the night before
( ... )
River Song/Tenth DoctorrodloxJune 14 2008, 23:42:10 UTC
Before is after After far more often than After is after After or is before Before. Concurrent existance is rare. Rarer still that they line up in memories of experiences.
For aeons, mankind assumed that we are composed of our memories, that those memories define our relationships as much as they define how we react.
River Song knew differently, but wasn't of a mind to change the mind of a species on the verge of speciating. Her job, her duty-task was to spread knowledge about ancient and bygoned peoples and ruins - this was personal, just between him and her. To do so (to blab the news out and about) wouldn't save anyone or doom anyone. Might unneccessarily complicate her love life, though. She remembered going some places with him, He remembered going some of those with her and some of other places with her; and for either to not be there was a headache at best
( ... )
Jo Grant/Romana II/Sarah Jane SmithdoreygJune 16 2008, 21:23:23 UTC
“That was perhaps one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen anybody do” Romana muttered, dropping the gun and tugging out what looked like a cross between a test tube and a badly concealed mind control device… Which was what the sometimes lady president was definitely holding, the Doctor never had been all that good at hiding things
( ... )
Lucy Saxon/John HartrodloxJuly 26 2008, 00:55:44 UTC
She was taking a page from that Martha's book - not that there was much in the way of other options, as you couldn't exactly take your late husband's place as Prime Minister of Britain - and walking across the world. Oh how the papers and news organizations loved it, eating it all up, how the Widow Saxon had made it her mission in life to go to all the underdeveloped parts of the world.
They misunderstand, she knew: I'm not going to these places to focus world attention on poverty, though she didn't do anything to prevent that perception. I'm trying to find the right place to mourn Harry.
John Hart was traveling the world as well, trying to minimize how much he was in different eras, trying to see more and more of just what his compadre and former comrade saw and loved so much about it - sure it was the birthplace of mankind...so?
And when they met, Lucy found that she could lose herself in him...not to the depth and degree that she could with The Master, but she made do. And he wasn't about to disuade her.
Sarah Jane Smith/Third DoctormarzipanillaMarch 21 2011, 00:22:28 UTC
Here we go again, Sarah thought glumly, doing her best not to glower at the man checking tickets. The Doctor had just handed theirs over, introducing them as Dr John Smith and Sarah Jane Smith. Every time he used that name people would smile- and immediately assume they were related.
'You have such a lovely daughter/niece!' They'd exclaim, and he'd smile thinly in return and thank them on Sarah's behalf, because half the time she was too irritated to say anything back. There had been one occasion though, when they had thought she was his grand-daughter, which had made her laugh because it offended the Doctor- 'I don't look that old by human standards, surely?' he had protested later
( ... )
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Jo isn’t easy to locate, but he finds her eventually. Or rather, she finds him; he is checking Dinas Powys when she waves to him from the opposite side of the street. He barely has time to greet her before she dashes across the road and hugs him, saying “Doctor, it’s so good to see you again!”
They go back to her house, on the edges of town; she makes tea and biscuits “for old times’ sake”. He notices that there’s no one else at home.
As their tea cools on the kitchen table she tells him about everything that’s happened to her in twenty years: the expeditions to the Amazon (wonderful, just wonderful, they were just so full of life, and Doctor, you wouldn’t believe what happened that time their canoe got stuck in the middle of the river), the degree in botany (even without those A-levels), the activist life (rewarding, for the most part, and the mines did close eventually), the divorce ( ... )
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here they are
Prompts: Zoe/Adric, Donna/Sarah-Jane, Ace/Eight
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"I'll get you some paracetamol," she said, sliding out of bed and hunting around for something to wear that wasn't last night's hastily discarded knickers.
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An indeterminate amount of time later, still feeling a bit shaky but having calmed the worst of her headache with tea and painkillers, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the newspaper and being deeply thankful that Luke was staying at Clyde's until dinner time. She glanced up as Donna came in, dressed in her suit again (fantastic suit, Sarah found herself noting) and looking at bit awkward. She smelled faintly of leftover perfume, mixed with cigarettes from the pub the night before ( ... )
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For aeons, mankind assumed that we are composed of our memories, that those memories define our relationships as much as they define how we react.
River Song knew differently, but wasn't of a mind to change the mind of a species on the verge of speciating. Her job, her duty-task was to spread knowledge about ancient and bygoned peoples and ruins - this was personal, just between him and her. To do so (to blab the news out and about) wouldn't save anyone or doom anyone. Might unneccessarily complicate her love life, though. She remembered going some places with him, He remembered going some of those with her and some of other places with her; and for either to not be there was a headache at best ( ... )
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They misunderstand, she knew: I'm not going to these places to focus world attention on poverty, though she didn't do anything to prevent that perception. I'm trying to find the right place to mourn Harry.
John Hart was traveling the world as well, trying to minimize how much he was in different eras, trying to see more and more of just what his compadre and former comrade saw and loved so much about it - sure it was the birthplace of mankind...so?
And when they met, Lucy found that she could lose herself in him...not to the depth and degree that she could with The Master, but she made do. And he wasn't about to disuade her.
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Requests: Romana ( ... )
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'You have such a lovely daughter/niece!' They'd exclaim, and he'd smile thinly in return and thank them on Sarah's behalf, because half the time she was too irritated to say anything back. There had been one occasion though, when they had thought she was his grand-daughter, which had made her laugh because it offended the Doctor- 'I don't look that old by human standards, surely?' he had protested later ( ... )
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Eleventh Doctor/Luke Smith, Luke Smith/Rory Williams
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