Title: Birth of Destruction 2/3
Characters/Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Barbara Wright, Original Characters, some Ten/Martha undertones
Rating: PG
Word Count: Part Two: 4,873
Summary: While trapped in 1969, the Doctor finds employment at the local hospital and gets a lot more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer: The Beeb owns Doctor Who. Coincidentally, the Beeb also owns my soul.
Author's Note: Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] handysparehand for the beta! Written for the [livejournal.com profile] whack_a_muse prompt: "096 - Sleeping Beauty."
Part One is here.

+~+

Mr. Moore's office was impossibly easy to break into. Not just because the Doctor had thought to bring his sonic screwdriver with him on this little job expedition, but also because of the location, tucked away in a side pocket of the hospital. He gave it a wave over the lock and turned the knob with a loud click.

'What is that?' Malika asked with a sharp whisper. )
Following this and this.

It isn't jealousy, not like the Doctor expects it.

Sometimes, he forgets who he is traveling with.

It's easy to simply consider him "the companion" and leave it at that. Especially after determining that he is, in fact, not the Doctor, just a Thing that looks like him but isn't.

Sometimes, the Doctor wanders past his room and hears him snoring through the door. It's a low rumble, the vibration of respiratory structures the Doctor doesn't have, signaling very deep sleep. He wonders if the Thing dreams.

The Doctor can't think of a time he slept like that. So soundly. A Time Lord only needs a few hours a week. For the Doctor, they're generally collected when, like a wind-up-toy all out of spin, he drops unceremoniously onto his bed for a few hours of dreamless trance. It's not the same as sleeping. There's no ceremony to waking from a trace. No restfulness, no morning tea needed to jolt the system.

He often sees the Thing… )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 912
Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] handysparehand!
Photo Prompt.

"Doctor!"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Yes!"

"You do?"

"No. Wait a minute. It's…March 9th."

"Right, but more specific."

"Oh, you want the year? I…I'm working on what year."

"No, no. It's a holiday."

"Is it? No, it isn't."

"Yes it is, I read it on the newspapers out there. It's Employee Appreciation Day."

"Oh. That's…fairly ridiculous, but I suppose if you like…"

"So I've got this."

"A cake."

"Yep. Happy Employee Appreciation Day, oh-employee-of-mine."

"This is for me?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like it."

"You felt like…"

"Cake!"

"Oh."

"Oh? You don't like it?"

"I don't understand it."

"Right, here's how it works. You take the cake---"

"Majenta."

"—you cut the cake---"

"Majenta."

"—and then you put the cake into your skinny-boy-mouth."

"Skinny?!"

"Understand now?"

"I don't understand why you made me a cake."

"Puh-lease, Scrummy. I bought you this cake."

"You bought me a cake."

"A sort of employee appreciation…thing."

"A cake that says I'm pretty."

"Too much?"

"A cake that says I'm pretty."

"You're not going to try employer harassment on me, are you?"

"A cake that says I'm pretty."

"At least you're pretty."

"At least? That's very nearly double-sided, Majenta."

"You don't want me to call you pretty?"

"It's not quite a compliment, is it? At least I'm pretty."

"Well, you're certainly not a great driver."

"Well."

"Or particularly daring."

"Oi!"

"Or relatively clever..."

"So this is an insulting cake."

"You wouldn't eat it if it was complimentary. You'd think I'd poisoned it or something."

"…well...."

"You have no faith. And no meat on your bones, so plenty of frosting on this. Happy Employee Appreciation Day, Doctor."

"Thanks, Majenta. That's very nearly kind of you."

"Nuh-uh. You get to eat it when you've fixed the console."

"What?"

"Then you can take me to October 16th."

"Which is---let me guess. Boss's Appreciation Day?"

"Yep! And there's this wonderful new diamond necklace I've been lusting after for a while…"

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 309
It was bright in the city street. Well, hardly surprising, considering there were three suns in the sky, each one white and hot, keeping the whole world lit during all hours of the day. Not the best place in the universe to go if you have a hangover or a migraine, but a wonderful place for an exotic, desert-side lunch.

He pulled out a pair of aviator sunglasses from his coat pocket---he'd been wondering where those sunglasses went off to!---and hopped out of the TARDIS, waiting on his companion.

"See, the rotation of Frotito keeps the suns in constant orbit around this section of the planet," he continued on in his best tourist-guide voice. "So no matter where you are in the city you'll always have sunlight. Not bad after dealing with the Library, I think. Too much dark there."
She is like ">| Quit being a butt to him! It is not his fault!"
Ten is like What? He only has EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED

Dorothy: Right, everything except the TARDIS, and eternal youth, and, y'know, freedom. >|
The Doctor: There's more to life than just freedom.
Dorothy: Not much more.
The Doctor: I've been free a long time, Dorothy. It wouldn't hurt to just stand still a while.
Dorothy: But you have a choice! He's not going to stop for a while, he's trapped for the rest of his life. And that's all he has-- one life.
The Doctor: People can do more in one life than others can in dozens. You look at a sunset when you've got only one life and it MEANS something
Dorothy: Do you really think you've done the right thing, here?
The Doctor: Leaving him with Rose? It's what I'd want if I were him.
Dorothy: But you're not him.
The Doctor: But he's me.
Dorothy: Yeah, he is. But you're not him, and you never will be. He's different, Doctor.
The Doctor: He should be grateful.
Dorothy: Grateful! That you abandoned him?
The Doctor: He didn't need me! And I left him with Rose! And the Tylers!
Dorothy: Did you even ask him what he wanted?
The Doctor: If he didn't want it, he'd have said something. Dorothy: You seem awful damn sure of that. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 3,156 YA RLY
Written with the amazing [livejournal.com profile] galeforcehero
[livejournal.com profile] handysparehand referenced with permission.
A companion piece to the amazing story.by [livejournal.com profile] handysparehand.



You see strings of time and possibility passing through your mind’s eye. The moving, swirling worlds of might haves and would nots, the other realms of possibility.

You see a world where you kept the duplicate You. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,339
He wasn't certain if he was dreaming. He might've been. It would've made a lot of sense if he was. After all, he knew where the cliffs of Oblivion were, but he'd never been there.

Still, the hard diamond ground beneath him felt solid. The wine glass in his hand felt real. He leaned against the nearest rock and watched the triple sunset. The sky shot a brilliant blue, then red, then yellow. It was dark for a moment, then the fourth sun rose up, illuminating the crystal landscape.

He knew the world, but he'd never been there. And yet there he was.

And he wasn't alone.

"Wine?" he offered.
Title: The Body in the Boxcar
Part: 5/?
Characters: The Doctor/Agatha Christie
Spoilers: 4.07, 'The Unicorn and the Wasp'
Word Count: 1,627
Author's Notes: I can't get enough Agatha. Apologies for the long wait. To make up for it, I give you EXTRA ROMANCE FTW. I know I can't be the only one who saw superchemistry.
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four.

As You Like It

It is not often that I leap to conclusions. After many years of writing that horrible Belgian boor, I've learned that conclusions leapt to are places to find minor characters in a novel. )
Based on the ongoing tales of [livejournal.com profile] morethananecho, following this story.

Her neighbors must think she runs a lot for stolen spaceships at the rate she's going. Not ten minutes after the stolen RMN-42 shuttle blasts off her back patio, a stolen Type 40 materializes in its place.

"Could at least give me time to clear away the dishes first," she mutters, piling the china teacups onto a tray.

But it's not as if she's really irritated to see him. Irritated at him? Well, that's pretty much a constant.

He steps from the blue box and he smiles. It's a tired-looking smile, but it's all him just the same. She remembers the first time she met him, him with the white in his sideburns and dark bags under his eyes. He's not quite there yet, she can tell. Certainly far from early days for him, but not quite that old. His sideburns only have wisps of gray and the darkness in his eyes hasn't taken over, not just yet.

She wonders what happens to him in between those times, what takes him from the lonely old man he is now and makes him into the sad and tired man he is when she first meets him.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small diary covered in Egyptian hieroglyphs. She picked it out for him, like he picked out the blue one she has nestled in her handbag.

"Summer of the Seven Hills," he says.

"Oooh, you're a bit behind me, then," she says, smiling. "Just like you, showing up late."

He sticks his thumb in the direction of his ship behind him. "I could always leave and come back, if you want."

"No, seems like too much work. And besides, you'll just track more mud in."

He looks down at his feet and makes a face that's somewhere between 'oh, you noticed that' and 'sorry'. She sighs and moves the cold teapot to the tray.

'You just missed her,' she says. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,880
[livejournal.com profile] everybody_lives, [livejournal.com profile] morethananecho, and [livejournal.com profile] notsomerrywidow used/referenced with permission.
It's right about the point where you realize you're going to win that you know you're going to die. Cut for spoilers to 4.11 'Turn Left', and character death. )

The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them. She was the universe.

-Lord Byron, "The Darkness"

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,079
Written for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] ambitious_woman.
It's a sort of dance, actually.

She's always been a bit of a tease. Cut for innuendo. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 277
Brit's Brit Boy Personality Has Manifested!
Posted Feb 29th 2008 6:54PM by TMZ Staff

It's confirmed that Brit Brit's Brit personality has a new Brit in her life---and nobody knows who he is!

The first non-pap to be seen holding hands with Spears was seen last night outside of Hyde. The skinny suit scurried down West Hollywood with the Britster in tow. Get a tailor, TMZ spotted that this guy was dressed in tweed! Is it 1983? Must be trying to stick to Britney's most famous personality, her thick cockney!

In a style reserved especially for John Mayer, the unidentified bloke said they had to "save the world" and pulled the disheveled popwreck away from the flashing bulbs, knocking over a TMZ snapper when he wouldn't move fast enough. Call a shrink!

The Britwreck and Guard-zilla then shot down to Brit's waiting SUV. Maybe they desperately had to get their capes (or their straightjackets) cleaned before saving the world.

See Also

The Red Zone Is Not For Unloading, Brit!
Get a Grip, Harriet Jones!


Filed Under: Britney Spears, Wacky and Weird

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 179
Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] daughterof_evil for the idea and [livejournal.com profile] banished_dame for help with the graphic!
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