AU writing meme

[thisbluespirit]

I have a lot of things I should be writing (and also being careful about not writing too much, self) but, what the hell, I have finished my epic Runaway Tales/Unconventional Courtship rough draft (the wretched thing is 20,000 words long) and I did manage to type up the ending of that TARDIS/Sapphire/Silver/Steel WIP, so, totally ignoring my ficathon and leftover fandom_stocking things, here goes:

Give me a character/pairing and I will write snippets of ten different alternate universes for it. One line, ten lines, a ficlet if you're lucky.

Wild West
Coffee Shop
Shapeshifters
Pirates
. . . In SPACE!!
Born Another Gender
Schoolfic
Police/Firefighters
Urban Fantasy
Regency

We'll see what happens. (If my brain collapses and what happens is no words at all, I apologise in advance.) Also, I altered the meme. I thought if I came up with one AU for 'harem' it'd be a miracle, let alone doing it several times over. And I'm never totally sure what Cyberpunk means.)

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Nine and Rose

[thisbluespirit]

Finally, Nine & Rose! And I'm sorry, I seem to have been particularly silly with this set. (I blame all the light-headedness). :-)

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Wild West
The idea to hold up the bank had been great in theory, Doc Smith thought, holed up in the Sheriff’s cell with Rose. How else were they supposed to get the money to ransom Mickey? It just might have gone better if they’d checked whether either of could shoot straight first...

Coffee Shop
“Wasn’t my idea to open up a café,” said the Doctor, sticking his feet up on the desk in the back. “I’m strictly tricky technical repairs and sorting trouble, me. Cleaning out the cappuccino machine – that’s your territory.”

Rose threw the wet cloth at him.

Shapeshifters
“You’re a were-what?” said Rose.

“You heard. Knew you’d laugh.”

“A were-terrier?” said Rose. She was laughing. She hadn’t stopped for a while. “Should I get you a collar and a lead? No, wait – how about a cute little coat?”

Pirates
“But why can’t I have a parrot?” said Rose. “You’ve got an eye patch and a wooden leg, after all. Fair’s fair, and I wouldn’t look half as daft as you do in that get-up.”

. . . In SPACE!!
“You’re never expecting me to go with you in that,” said Rose, as they arrived at Doctor Smith’s battered and outdated ship. “Are you sure you can even get it off the planet?”

“Well,” he said, holding out his hand, “you can stay if you like, but since the whole planet’s likely to blow any minute –”

Born Another Gender
Rob Tyler was fed up enough working in the department store, without the crazy lady turning up brandishing (thankfully plastic) body parts.

Schoolfic
“I don’t see why you can only hang out with me in secret suddenly,” Smith said. “Come on, Rose, this is silly.”

She shook her head, refusing to be moved. She could put up with all sorts of things to keep her best friend, but being labelled Big Ears and Noddy every time they were together was just too much for a ten year old to bear.

Police/Firefighters
“And I think,” said Inspector John Smith, “that this ought to be a lesson to you in why we don’t muck about with handcuffs.”

“Look, Mick– Sergeant Smith said he had the key!” said Det. Constable Tyler. “It was only meant to be a laugh.”

“Very funny, then, I don’t think. How’m I going to look, tagging you along after me everywhere, like this?”

Urban Fantasy
“Look,” said Rose, “you’re supposed to be an expert in weird, right?”

“Something like that,” agreed Dr. Smith. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Where I work – stuff’s been going missing – people, too. And I swear I saw something the other day, down in the basement.”

“Like what?”

“Don’t laugh, okay – a fairy.” Rose paused and then mimed. “With, you know, sparkly wings and everything.” She caught the look on his face. “Is that bad?”

“The worst,” said Smith. “Sparkles are never a good sign. . .”

Regency
“You’re never the new butler,” said Rose. “Besides, that’s no excuse for breaking in!”

John Smith turned. “I am; I’m an excellent butler, who merely happens to be prowling round Lady Constance’s manor in the middle of the night for very good reasons. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m the chambermaid. I work here, unlike some people!”

“Fine, I confess. I’m a Bow Street Runner and your employers – well, let’s just say they don’t always keep to the straight and narrow. Now, how about you help me out with my investigations instead of obstructing them?”