The walls of her room are pink, with a floral pattern on them that's just beginning to fade. She hates it, she says. It's so childish, and just not cool, so she's pinned up pictures of boys to cover some of the flowers, and her parents don't mind like Aunt Lavinia would.
She's never kissed a boy, but Sarah is the only one at school who knows. Sarah hasn't either, but everyone knows that. Sarah's too good and when they're in public, sometimes Andrea laughs at her for it.
"We should practice," Andrea says one day as they sit cross-legged on her bed, facing each other.
"How?"
"With each other, silly. So we know what to do."
"I'm not doing that!" With anyone else, Sarah would have stuck to her guns. She's stubborn, her teachers say, or headstrong, when they're feeling kinder. But this is Andrea, and Sarah can't say no to her for long.
She takes Sarah's hand and pulls her closer, and Sarah's heart is suddenly thumping out a tattoo in her chest, a thousand beats a minute. Don't be daft, she tells herself, willing her body not to
( ... )
The Doctor had often wondered why he'd never heard what had befallen Leela. He'd gotten updates on Sarah Jane, Martha, even the Brig.
But never Leela.
The Sontarans had tried converting the Earth's air, and no word of Leela. The Toclafane ran rampant over the globe, fetching former Companions for the Master their Master their friend the Master, and no sight or sign of Leela.
When he finally found her, it was because he wasn't looking (and there was a scientific term for that, no doubt); though in hindsight, perhaps, it should have been obvious. His favorite barbarian was living among barbarians - only now she had a PhD and other degrees under her belt, which still had a dagger, he saw when he came upon her and the tribe she was studying.
"Leela of Sevateem!" the Doctor pronounced, delighted to see her once more.
He went through lives quickly. Too quickly, in fact, far faster than all the other warriors who went out to battle. Was he careless? Stupid? Or had he realised that the High Council would give him as many new faces as he needed to win the War
( ... )
Leela/TorvaldjaneturenneMarch 23 2011, 02:45:59 UTC
Before he had ever seen her with this pair of eyes, it was easier to pretend. It was almost possible to forget, when all he had was remembrances from another lifetime, that the other man who lives inside his memories ever had a wife. But after that first mission together, there’s no more pretending to be done. He has to see her again
( ... )
Romana II/Braxiatel/Narvin/LeelajaneturenneApril 14 2011, 15:38:27 UTC
Romana isn't the sort of woman who forgets, even when half-awake. She knows from the moment her eyelids flutter that nothing untoward is going on. Yes, Brax's stubble is tickling the right side of her neck; yes, Leela's face is pressed against her left shoulder; yes, Narvin's hand has snaked over Leela's hip to rest on Romana's stomach; but that's what Romana expected, really. Stretching a one-person CIA-issue tent to fit four is bound to cause a little crowding. There's no surprise in that.
The surprising bit is how much she wishes they hadn't all got so many clothes on.
Braxiatel/PandorajaneturenneMay 19 2011, 18:44:20 UTC
He knows he can't go to her. It's a relief, in one sense, knowing that Gallifrey and everyone on it is forbidden to him. He let the first Romana slip through his fingers once, and even if it isn't really her, even if it's something else inside her skin, he's not at all certain he could resist the opportunity to undo past mistakes.
Narvin/Romana IIjaneturenneMay 2 2011, 15:37:22 UTC
One microspan, they're fighting about the mindprobe. Predictable, that-it's Thursday, and Thursday is always the day for fighting about the mindprobe with Narvin. On previous Thursdays, however, they've been fighting about the mindprobe one microspan, and still fighting about the mindprobe the next microspan, until the moment when Romana plays the 'I am your President' card, and Narvin storms back to the CIA in a huff. Whereas today they're fighting about the mindprobe one microspan, and the next she's pressed up against the edge of her desk with her legs around his waist, and her hands in his hair, and his on her thighs, and his tongue in her mouth, and hers in his, and, somehow, Romana doesn't mind in the slightest. Somehow, it feels like this is exactly what they've been doing all along.
She has a feeling Thursdays are going to be much more interesting from now on.
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Requests: Jack Harkness/Amy Pond/Rory Pond, Two/The War Chief, Romana II/Zoe Herriot
The response is only 600 words long, but is very spoilery for "Assassin in the Limelight," so I put it at my writing journal. Not for the spoilerphobic
Four/Amelia Rumford (Stones of Blood), Evelyn/Amelia Rumford, Liz/Evelyn
Jack Harkness/Suzie CostellorodloxMay 28 2008, 18:55:30 UTC
In hindsight, Jack wonders if it was his fault.
Suzie had taken to Torchwood with all the eagerness and - glee? yes, maybe that was the right word. Or it'll have the right meaning in a century and a half. 'Course, it has slightly sexual overtones by that time, but then again... Then again, given what Suzie was to him, that was right, proper, and fitting.
She'd known he had healing properties, had jokingly called him her Florida Fountains...(after the reputed site of the fountains of eternal youth, Jack'd learned when he'd tried finding out why she'd said that). Jack could heal himself, she knew that: he laughed at paper cuts.
Never anything as obvious as a bullet going into his brainpan and healing up in less than five minutes. Obviously. Granted.
But the signs were there.
So he stood at her grave at regular intervals, wondering where they'd - ? - where he'd - probably more accurate - gone wrong
( ... )
Eight/Charleyjedi_penguinMay 31 2008, 00:03:27 UTC
In her entire life, Charley had only refused one dare: to do THAT. That thing that nice girls didn’t do until they were married. That thing that was never talked about in public, but was the subject of much whispering between sisters in the dark
( ... )
From the moment he left Androzani Minor, he’s always known that he’s the most intelligent of him all. It’s been a bit of a burden-providing an example of the perfect Doctor-but he’s always felt himself well compensated for his efforts simply by having the privilege of being, well, him. That certainty has been eroding lately, however, and it’s all the fault of that girl.
In fact, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d have to say that he’s being quite stupid about that girl. Downright woolyheaded.
Oh, he justifies himself constantly. Most days, he tells himself that Charley (no, CHARLOTTE) is obviously harmless. No one who lies that badly could possibly be a habitual liar, no matter how seldom she tells the truth. On other days, the ones in which he catches her in five falsehoods before elevenses, he assures himself that he’s saving the universe by keeping an eye on her. Who knows what mischief she and her imagination could get into if he were to set her adrift
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She's never kissed a boy, but Sarah is the only one at school who knows. Sarah hasn't either, but everyone knows that. Sarah's too good and when they're in public, sometimes Andrea laughs at her for it.
"We should practice," Andrea says one day as they sit cross-legged on her bed, facing each other.
"How?"
"With each other, silly. So we know what to do."
"I'm not doing that!" With anyone else, Sarah would have stuck to her guns. She's stubborn, her teachers say, or headstrong, when they're feeling kinder. But this is Andrea, and Sarah can't say no to her for long.
She takes Sarah's hand and pulls her closer, and Sarah's heart is suddenly thumping out a tattoo in her chest, a thousand beats a minute. Don't be daft, she tells herself, willing her body not to ( ... )
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But never Leela.
The Sontarans had tried converting the Earth's air, and no word of Leela. The Toclafane ran rampant over the globe, fetching former Companions for the Master their Master their friend the Master, and no sight or sign of Leela.
When he finally found her, it was because he wasn't looking (and there was a scientific term for that, no doubt); though in hindsight, perhaps, it should have been obvious. His favorite barbarian was living among barbarians - only now she had a PhD and other degrees under her belt, which still had a dagger, he saw when he came upon her and the tribe she was studying.
"Leela of Sevateem!" the Doctor pronounced, delighted to see her once more.
"Doctor!" she shouted back, her face lighting up.
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Requests: Leela/Seven, Leela/Nine, Leela/Master (any)
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The surprising bit is how much she wishes they hadn't all got so many clothes on.
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Requests: Pandora/Braxiatel, Pandora/Leela, Pandora/Narvin
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He isn't counting on her coming to him.
The Politics of Compromise, 1,400 words, NC-17
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Requests: Jack Harkness/Leela, River Song/Indiana Jones, Romana I/Narvin
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She has a feeling Thursdays are going to be much more interesting from now on.
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Requests: Jack Harkness/Amy Pond/Rory Pond, Two/The War Chief, Romana II/Zoe Herriot
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The response is only 600 words long, but is very spoilery for "Assassin in the Limelight," so I put it at my writing journal. Not for the spoilerphobic
Four/Amelia Rumford (Stones of Blood), Evelyn/Amelia Rumford, Liz/Evelyn
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Suzie had taken to Torchwood with all the eagerness and - glee? yes, maybe that was the right word. Or it'll have the right meaning in a century and a half. 'Course, it has slightly sexual overtones by that time, but then again... Then again, given what Suzie was to him, that was right, proper, and fitting.
She'd known he had healing properties, had jokingly called him her Florida Fountains...(after the reputed site of the fountains of eternal youth, Jack'd learned when he'd tried finding out why she'd said that). Jack could heal himself, she knew that: he laughed at paper cuts.
Never anything as obvious as a bullet going into his brainpan and healing up in less than five minutes. Obviously. Granted.
But the signs were there.
So he stood at her grave at regular intervals, wondering where they'd - ? - where he'd - probably more accurate - gone wrong ( ... )
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In fact, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d have to say that he’s being quite stupid about that girl. Downright woolyheaded.
Oh, he justifies himself constantly. Most days, he tells himself that Charley (no, CHARLOTTE) is obviously harmless. No one who lies that badly could possibly be a habitual liar, no matter how seldom she tells the truth. On other days, the ones in which he catches her in five falsehoods before elevenses, he assures himself that he’s saving the universe by keeping an eye on her. Who knows what mischief she and her imagination could get into if he were to set her adrift ( ... )
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