Drabbles!
Gakked from dark_aegis, 'cause I love drabbles and have a lot of homework I want to avoid. *g* I'm sure I won't get anywhere near ten people, but what the heck.
I will write a drabble for the first ten commenters who request one (100 words exactly). In return, they have to post this in their journal. You may request any character and/or pairing for a ( Read more... )
I will write a drabble for the first ten commenters who request one (100 words exactly). In return, they have to post this in their journal. You may request any character and/or pairing for a ( Read more... )
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Ten and Jack after the end of End of Days
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A New Language
“But you were dead,” he says, as if his words alone will undo the mistake.
“Didn’t stay that way,” Jack replies, looking into eyes that aren’t blue and trying to understand this new language.
“You shouldn’t be alive.” And it’s there, just below the surface.
“What’s life?” Jack says, as he spins, arms extended, in a slow circle. “Nature’s way of keeping meat fresh.”
He flinches, this Doctor who isn’t, and looks away.
“Can you fix it?” Jack asks.
The Doctor raises his head and Jack finally recognises the look in the other man’s eyes. “You’re alive, Jack.”
It’s need.
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How you can say so much in so few words:
He flinches, this Doctor who isn’t, and looks away.
And to think I probably took two or three pages to get the same general point across!
The Doctor raises his head and Jack finally recognises the look in the other man’s eyes. “You’re alive, Jack.”
It’s need.
Oh, yes. Absolutely - after all, he's lost so much, and here's one thing he thought he'd lost and he hasn't. Oh, wow. You're just so damn good at this.
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And to think I probably took two or three pages to get the same general point across!
Maybe, but your two or three pages are much more fun to read! *g*
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Breathe
His chest, covered in the gold of her hair, moves under her cheek. The foreign rhythm of his hearts is soothing beneath her ear. His hand moves in circles on her back, spreading warmth and she’s tempted to let go and sink into the oblivion sleep presents.
“We could go to Antharos, see suns being born,” he offers.
“Okay,” she says, because she knows he’s trying to help but she doesn’t move and he doesn’t push. They stay that way, her cheek to his chest, feeling him breathe.
He’s here and he’s alive and she doesn’t want to miss it.
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Thought
His lies on his bed and he tries not to think.
His eyes trace the lines of the ceiling, curving into the darkness, high above his head and he tries not to think about the letter, the parting words of a woman he’d barely known, tucked away in his drawer.
He tries not to think about her at all. Tries not to imagine the way her face would have changed as he’d shown her the stars. Tries not to dream about the warmth of another body filling his bed.
He tries not to think about things he should never want.
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Which is almost no fun, but then again, I might get around to it later, perhaps in a month, if not right away. :p If you're willing to wait so long for mine, and will write my drabble, then let me know so I can tell you my request specifics. ;)
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What's your request?
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In Sheep's Clothing
The hairs on his neck stand on end as he motions for Martha to get down. She raises an eyebrow at him and he raises one back.
“Doc-tor!” the voice calls, shrill and metallic and the sound sends a shiver up his spine.
‘Dalek,’ he mouths and her eyebrow climbs higher.
The greatest threat in the universe. An unfeeling, unstoppable force, driven by the idea that everything that is different is wrong and everything that is wrong must end. His greatest enemy.
“Doc-tor!” The Dalek turns towards him. “Take off your pants, ba-by!”
Disgusted, he ducks lower behind the sheep.
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OK then, L&C of course, and for character/pairing . . . a Cat with depth would be my first request. If that's too difficult, then do Jimmy/Lucy. *g*
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Honeymoon
“Why do I get the feeling you’ve been here before?” And that’s Lois. So sure of herself and her place she thinks she has the right to judge.
Cat can hear the scorn in the other woman’s voice.
She pretends it’s jealousy.
“This old place?” And she giggles, flipping back the tablecloth. “Kind of a home away from home.”
She doesn’t miss the expression on their faces, the shared look and the raised eyebrow.
She tells herself it’s surprise.
Yes, she has been in the honeymoon suite, but never as a bride. And she tells herself she’s okay with that.
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