Writing meme (it looked pretty)

[thisbluespirit]

This probably really isn't the moment for this, but I'm kind of driving myself crazy today, so let's see... Taken from a_phoenixdragon:

Give me a pairing and pick a prompt from this list, and I'll write a drabble/ficlet based on that combination.

1. roaming the forest - Ian/Barbara (newmoonstar)
2. pretending to be married - Sam Briggs/Jamie McCrimmon (john_amend_all)
3. lowered lashes - Adam Adamant/Georgina Jones (liadtbunny)
4. a lost childhood memory
5. middle of the night in a castle - Brigadier/Liz Shaw (doreyg)
6. tell me a fable - Sapphire/Steel or Silver/Steel (spikesgirl58)
7. a drop of lilac
8. the dark things you fear - Doctor/Master (phoenixdragon)
9. entwined at dusk - Silver/Liz Shaw (Pers)
10. underwater
11. a long time ago - Doctor/TARDIS (Clocket)
12. blackest night - Avon/Cally (jaxomsride)
13. wraith
14. a cruel illusion
15. wicked truths

Comments

[persiflage-1.livejournal.com]

Silver/Liz Shaw - 9: Entwined at dusk

Silver/Liz Shaw, Entwined at dusk, 154 words

[thisbluespirit]

Thanks! ♥ And here you go:

***

“And there’s a good reason why I have to stay here, is there?”

“Oh, yes,” said Silver, playing with a strand of her hair, “a very good reason.”

Liz sighed and didn’t argue again, though she did add, so that she wasn’t giving in too easily, “You know, I would have preferred on top of the bed rather than under it, but I’ll take what I can get. In the name of science, of course.”

“You’re not still thinking about dissecting me, are you?” asked Silver, suddenly wary.

“Can’t you tell?” Liz smiled at him, unsure whether it was wasted in the gloom or if Elements could see in the dark. Just another one of several hundred thousand things she didn’t know about Silver.

“I was trying to focus on… well… something else.”

“How flattering.”

Silver moved nearer and put a hand to her mouth. “Shh,” he said, and then added even as she heard a slight creaking from somewhere in the room. “Something rather nasty like that…”

***

[john_amend_all]

Jamie / Sam: 2. Pretending to be married

Jamie/Sam - Pretending to be married, 173 words

[thisbluespirit]

“So, why’d you tell yon fellow we were married?”

Sam pulled him into the room. “It’s called going undercover. Thought you’d know all about that, what with you and the Doctor investigating things all the time.”

“Oh, aye,” said Jamie, never wanting to look ignorant. Then he frowned. “But how does that help us stop Gathred and those wee angry thingies?”

Sam turned around. “Look, all it means is that someone comes in here, wanting to know what we’re doing in a hotel room, we don’t tell them that we got it for the balcony so we could watch the dodgy alien in the offices opposite. We –”

“Sir, madam?” said someone at the door.

Sam demonstrated her point by kissing Jamie long and enthusiastically.

“- Do that,” she said, once room service had beaten a hasty retreat.

Jamie nodded. “Aye. Right. Nice plan. Mrs McCrimmon.”

“Just to make it really convincing,” said Sam, with a worryingly thoughtful look on her face, “we should get in the bed next time, don’t you think?”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Brig/Liz Shaw - 9?

[thisbluespirit]

Pers got to 9 first - do you want to choose another? (And please do, I adore Brig/Liz. ♥)

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Butting in to say I love your Dr. Crusher icon. :P

[jaxomsride.livejournal.com]

12. Blackest night Avon/ Cally

Avon/Cally, blackest night, 296 words

[thisbluespirit]

Finally getting round to the last of these!

***


“Imagine the blackest night you can think of,” Cally said. She was lying on the opposite bunk in this distressingly primitive cell, and trying to explain to him what it felt like to be a telepath always among non-telepaths. “You can see nothing. You are outside, but there are no stars, nothing to see, nothing to hear. You can feel the air on your face, the ground under your feet, but there is nothing else, only silence and darkness.”

Avon stared upwards, his arms folded behind his head. “Peaceful, then,” he said. “I don’t see what you’re complaining about.”

“Yes, I suppose you would say that,” Cally said. “Why ask a question, Avon, if you don’t wish to hear the answer?”

Avon ignored that. “But you could talk to me telepathically? You’ve done it before.”

“Speech without any hope of reply is just as unsatisfactory,” said Cally. “But I suppose it is not unlike most conversations with you.”

“What if I tried to speak to you that way? They say telepathic ability is latent in all humans. It must have been brought out in your people originally, so it presumably can be done. Theoretically, at least.”

Cally gave a sudden, dark smile, sharing it with the ceiling before she turned onto her side to look at him. “There are ways you could,” she admitted. “But you would need my assistance first.”

“Would I now?”

“Yes.”

“What ways?”

Cally smiled again. “One you might enjoy – others you might find extremely painful.”

“Well, I’m all for scientific progress,” said Avon, “and we could be in this cell for a hell of a long time. Try me.”

She sat up and surveyed him, resting her chin on her hand. “Pleasure or pain, Avon?”

He grinned at her. “Your choice.”

***

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

Doctor/Master (any/any): #8

*CACKLES*

Doctor/Master, the dark things you fear, 160 words

[thisbluespirit]

I apologise for the three month wait for this, but... better late than never?? You left choice of Doctor and Master to me, and I was going to go old-school with Three and Delgado, but somehow Ainley and Five took over when I wasn't looking.

***

The deepest and darkest of fears aren’t always the obvious ones – not the monsters, nor the defeats, nor the vastness of time and space, but hidden, insidious things that live coiled inside. The Master will never admit, even to himself, that with the Doctor what he fears the most is not losing, but winning.

What would there be left for him after his enemy’s death at his hands? A cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about; it’s hardly worth conquering.

He pulls his enemy back from death – again – letting him out of the rapidly flooding dungeons. “You mustn’t die, Doctor,” he says. “Not yet, not before I’ve finished with you!” He always has an excuse.

And the Doctor – the Doctor fears both forgetting and remembering. As the Master hauls him out, it might be too easy to forget the evil he’s caused, to remember what he once was.

A cosmos with both in alliance doesn’t bear thinking about, either.

***

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Does it have to be a pairing? What about #4 for Ace McShane? :)

[thisbluespirit]

Yep, sorry, it does - it's just a little pairing meme. (It's not as if, say, I have ooh, about 200 or so other general prompts going, is it? *cough*) :-)

[clocketpatch]

Doctor/TARDIS 11 - a long time ago

Doctor/TARDIS, a long time ago, 153 words.

[thisbluespirit]

A long time ago and far away; and far away, a long time ago. Once upon a time. This never happened. One day. They’re all stories in the end, and in the beginning and the middle. His stories (beginning-middle-ending) are linear, even though he says they’re not. His stories are told in lines, not neat, but in lines that follow each other (most of the time). With heroes and villains and quests and faithful companions.

she is
experimental prose.
not quite poetry. never ever

chronological
in
order

But always in the right order, the way it should be. The helper who appears when it matters, and his most faithful companion.

She sees his dreams and in them she nearly understands, but fleetingly. She has many shapes there: trusty steed, constant companion. Till next time. When we meet again. Never parting. Unleaving.

She is indeed a most excellent Type 40. He says so often.

[oonaseckar.livejournal.com]

Jamie and Jamie's mother, Homeward Bounders, 7.

[thisbluespirit]

Thanks! It is supposed to be pairings, sorry, & I'm not sure I'm up to Homeward Bounders stuff, not until I re-read it & this is a hasty little now-meme, unlike my other ongoing giant one. Sorry! Do you want to pick anybody else instead??

[newmoonstar]

#1- Ian/Barbara

[thisbluespirit]

♥ Thanks! :-)

Ian/Barbara - roaming the forest, 147 words

[thisbluespirit]

(Slightly belated, but here we are, just over a month later...)

***

“It’s nice enough,” said Ian, walking arm in arm with Barbara through the woods. “Bit quiet, though, don’t you think?”

Barbara threw him a look. “What, you’d rather there were giant insects waiting to leap out from you behind the trees?”

“That’d do it. And over there,” Ian said, “if you squint, that tree trunk could almost be a Dalek. Ah, makes you miss the alien forests, doesn’t it – full of things just desperate to kill you one way or another.”

Barbara shook her head at his silliness, and laughed. “I think the worst danger you’re likely to run into here is a wasp, I’m afraid. No battles or adventures today, Sir Ian.”

“Oh, well,” said Ian. “I’m probably a bit out of practice anyway.”

“Except,” Barbara said, suddenly very serious, “there is one thing.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “You did remember to bring the sandwiches, didn’t you?”

***

[liadt]

Well, you've only got a ficfest to run, Mills & Boonses to subvert so why not find something to fill the time?

#3 Lowered Lashes: Adam A/Georgina Jones.

Adam/Georgie, lowered lashes, 355 words

[thisbluespirit]

Not very shippy, but never mind!

***

Georgie hung her head, her dark artificial lashes lowered. Her bottom lip may even have trembled a little.

“Miss Jones,” said Adam, unmoved. “Obviously you cannot accompany me on a such a dangerous mission. Two men have already vanished! There is no need to sulk.”

One teardrop escaped and slid down her face. Georgie followed it up with a rather more unromantic sniff.

“Miss Jones,” Adam said, taking her hand, never quite immune to the tears of a woman, even when it was only Georgie. “My dear girl, I hardly see that I have said anything to distress you –”

Georgie lifted her head, giving him a wide, wicked smile. “Well, of course you haven’t! That’s the whole point. Don’t you see?”

“Miss Jones,” began Adam with more asperity, dropping her hand again. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

She caught at his arm. “Well, don’t you get it? If I could fool you, then obviously I could get that part in the theatre and be your man undercover. Your woman undercover, I mean. Great, don’t you think?”

“No! Now put all thoughts of that theatre out of your head. Shouldn’t you be at your place of work by now?” He paused, and then couldn’t resist playing the role of critic: “In any case, I believe melodrama went out in my father’s day, let alone this current era.”

“Ooh, come on, Mr Adamant! You were going to give me your hanky!”

“You sniffed. A most deplorable habit.”

“I could be famous!”

“Infamous, I think you mean,” Adam said, ushering her to the door. “Or very possibly swiftly and most horribly murdered, Miss Jones, so my word on the subject is final!”

Georgie stopped at the door to stick her tongue out at him. “Well, when we do find Simms – if we do, since you’re being so unreasonable – I shall tell him that you almost didn’t even seem to want him back, the way you treated all my ideas.”

“Indeed?” said Adam and gave a small smile. “Well, I feel tolerably certain that Simms will enter into all my feelings on the matter. Good night, Miss Jones!”

***

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Sapphire and Steel Or Silver and Steel, if you prefer

No. 6 - tell me a fable!

Silver/Steel, tell me a fable, 415 words

[thisbluespirit]

(Since you were saying the other day, there wasn't enough Silver/Steel out there...)

***

Silver kept well back while Steel tracked the dark shape as it moved through the dark green wallpaper (like a forest). He was busy, anyway, working on prying apart the fine copper strands of the wiring and shaping them together into something new.

Steel got just ahead of the shadow and pressed his hand against the wall, frost spreading outwards. “You said it was a wolf.”

“It is,” said Silver. “But not a real one; it’s a tale. Don’t talk to strangers you meet in dark places, or possibly that it’s never a good idea to visit old ladies. It's very hard to tell. They have kinder versions these days, but once upon a time, everyone got eaten at the end.”

Steel didn’t turn round, but Silver was fairly sure he was scowling. “Silver.”

“The wolf,” said Silver, finally finishing his cat’s cradle of wires, “is metaphorical. It comes in all sorts of shapes and guises. But there’s always a fascination with it, isn’t there? That’s part of the trouble.”

“If something’s dangerous, they should keep away from it,” said Steel.

Half the wall seemed frozen now. No more trouble from the wolf in the wall, then. Though somebody should really do something about that wallpaper, Silver thought. Better not to have something that suggested woods and leaves and the patterns of old stories.

Silver smiled to himself, watching again Steel at his most perilous, and then said, “Well, talking of danger, I’d stand well back, if I were you. About… oh, three feet, I think?”

Steel did so, and Silver flung his net at the wall. It glowed and then burned its way through the wallpaper, entangling itself around the trapped shadow until there was nothing left.

Silver glanced across at Steel, who was clenching and unclenching his fist, which was no longer icy. Silver beamed. “Ah,” he said. “I thought that might be a handy little side-effect.”

“Silver!”

Wolves were everywhere, thought Silver, metaphorically speaking. Lots of things were dangerous, lots of things could bite. But even for a not very brave technician, plenty of them still held a powerful fascination. Silver was a little careless with his thoughts, rather hoping Steel would catch them. Do you understand? he added.

Steel brushed away a few last glowing strands of wire from the wall, and looked at Silver, long and hard. He might almost have smiled. It was sometimes very hard to tell. Then, wolf in Silver’s head, he gave back a grudging, Perhaps.

***

[flowsoffire.livejournal.com]

4 for Eight, 7 for Donna!

Ohhhh, you had Ian/Barbara, Jamie and Liz twice including Brig/Liz, I love your flist!

[thisbluespirit]

My flist is awesome! ♥

The meme is for pairings, though. If you want to choose somebody else, or someone to go with Eight and Donna? (I have enough prompts on the go that I'm sticking to the rules on this one. Also as a challenge to me, because sometimes I'm rather bad at the shippy stuff. :-D)