A Wild Writing Meme Appears...
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thisbluespiritQuickly, in my temporary break from Yuletiding, & in the continuing spirit of creating small nice things, let's see if I can manage some ficlet-y goodness before I return to editing and treating...
Take a pairing (or two or more characters), and put them in this random generator, then post your favourite resulting prompts (as many as you wish) in a comment below and I will try to oblige you by writing at least one of them.
As the generator only uses an "/" I'll assume you meant me to ship the pairing/moresome unless you tell me otherwise, so do note if you wanted gen/platonic/whatever. (Which doesn't, of course, prevent my results turning out accidentally gen anyway, but at least I know which to aim for.)
And while I've no objection at all to crossover pairings, please none where it requires time travel if neither canon has that as an option. (I have burned out on this temporarily at least. Even for B7, there's only so many times you can claim Orac accidentally invented time travel when bored. Well, possibly not, but spare me this meme round!)
*looks round at flist hopefully*
Take a pairing (or two or more characters), and put them in this random generator, then post your favourite resulting prompts (as many as you wish) in a comment below and I will try to oblige you by writing at least one of them.
As the generator only uses an "/" I'll assume you meant me to ship the pairing/moresome unless you tell me otherwise, so do note if you wanted gen/platonic/whatever. (Which doesn't, of course, prevent my results turning out accidentally gen anyway, but at least I know which to aim for.)
And while I've no objection at all to crossover pairings, please none where it requires time travel if neither canon has that as an option. (I have burned out on this temporarily at least. Even for B7, there's only so many times you can claim Orac accidentally invented time travel when bored. Well, possibly not, but spare me this meme round!)
*looks round at flist hopefully*
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Date: 2016-11-16 03:43 am (UTC)Jaime / Two - unwanted transformation & accidents
Twelve / River - bodyguards
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Date: 2016-11-15 06:06 pm (UTC)Anyway, if you're game, how about something gen (non-relationship) for Col. Jack O'Neill (Stargate) and Nathan Ford (Leverage). The theme I liked best from the generator was "negotiation".
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Date: 2016-11-15 06:12 pm (UTC)If you can think of something else, go ahead - if you can paste in two or three of the prompts in full so I have a choice, too, that'd be great. (Just in case our tropes of choice don't automatically match!) ♥
ETA: It doesn't have to be a crossover, of course!
Since we were just talking about this...
Date: 2016-11-15 06:23 pm (UTC)Martha Jones &/ Twelfth Doctor - endurance
Twelfth Doctor &/ Martha Jones - teasing
Martha Jones &/ Twelfth Doctor - storytelling
I put the &/ in there so you know you can write gen or shippy - I don't mind... And please feel free to write as many or few as you choose!
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Date: 2016-12-07 08:17 pm (UTC)Re: Since we were just talking about this...
Date: 2016-12-07 08:42 pm (UTC)Re: Since we were just talking about this...
Date: 2016-12-07 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 07:21 pm (UTC)...maybe I shouldn't have ticked "include NSFW tropes", but I always find it so entertaining when you turn them aggressively gen. ^_^ (I won't mind if you aim for shippiness, though. :D)
Liz Shaw - rockband au
Delgado!Master / Liz Shaw - caning & rescue & experiments by evil scientists
Delgado!Master / Liz Shaw - betting & pretend couple & secret identity discovered
Delgado!Master / Liz Shaw - betting & pretend couple & secret identity discovered, 634 words
Date: 2016-11-16 02:27 pm (UTC)The Master gave a passing patron a smile. “Noted, my dear,” he murmured. “However, you may reassure yourself on that score: I have learned to be acutely aware of the activities of the Doctor. For the sake of my own self-preservation, you might say.”
“What was he doing here, anyway?” said Liz, and then gave a sigh. “No, don’t tell me, the proprietor isn’t merely a money-grabbing low-life, he’s also an alien invader?”
The Master gave a tiny inclination of his head in response. “Indeed. And taking a rather interesting form of payment from those unfortunate enough to find themselves in debt to the house.”
“Dare I ask what?”
“Blood is only the least of it,” he murmured. “The deals vary, but they have included everything from close relatives to internal organs as well as much-valued possessions – and, what has no doubt alerted those clodhoppers at UNIT – blackmail of those in suitably placed positions of power.”
Liz set her mouth. “I see. Well, then, they must be stopped, even if we are too late to help the Doctor.”
“I agree.”
She gave him a sharp glance. “I wouldn’t have thought you would have minded what some alien did to any of us?”
“I don’t. Not in the slightest, my dear – but I find myself violently opposed to it when it gets in the way of one of my own ‘evil schemes’, as you so charmingly put it a moment ago.”
“Fair enough,” said Liz. “Where do you think they’ll be keeping him?”
The Master held up a hand. “For that, I believe, we must penetrate the inner sanctum. And first, we must be willing to take any stakes.”
“Aren’t they likely to be looking for a particular kind of person, not just anyone who wonders in and shows an interest?”
The Master smiled. “Two eminent scientists such Dr Elizabeth Shaw and the renowned Professor Masters? Why do you think I required your assistance?”
“Fine,” said Liz, smoothing down her long, silver-coloured gown. “Let’s hope our luck holds out, then.”
“Professor,” said the Proprietor, crossing over to meet them. He didn’t look particularly alien, only middle-aged and slightly too large for his tuxedo. “And Dr Shaw! We are most honoured. Please, follow me.”
Liz and the Master exchanged a glance and then did so, arm in arm. Out in the corridor, away from the opulent trappings of the main casino, the man – alien – turned. He was holding a gun.
“Ah,” said the Master. “And I heard so much about your excellent hospitality – I see it was exaggerated.”
Liz grimaced. “I have a feeling our cover’s been blown.”
“Whatever gave you that idea, Dr Shaw?”
“Call it instinct honed by years of research. That and the fact he’s pointing a weapon at us.”
“Well,” said the Doctor when they joined him in his cell shortly after, “I must say it’s good of you to pop in and say hello, old fellow. I was getting bored in here by myself. And Liz! Lovely to see you again, my dear, although I can’t say I approve of the company you’re keeping these days.”
Liz leant back against the wall. “I don’t suppose either of you alien geniuses have got a way out of this?”
After rather long-winded protests from both of them, she decided to assume that was a no, and shifted her position. “Then it’s just as well that I have a very sharp paper knife concealed about my person, isn’t it?”
“It’s unaccountable,” said the Master to the Doctor, “but I almost think I like this one.”
RE: Delgado!Master / Liz Shaw - betting & pretend couple & secret identity discovered, 634 words
Date: 2016-11-16 09:49 pm (UTC)Good old Liz!
Re: Delgado!Master / Liz Shaw - betting & pretend couple & secret identity discovered, 634 words
Date: 2016-11-17 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 07:35 pm (UTC)Or if those don't appeal, there's always Lucy/Mina.
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Date: 2016-11-15 09:10 pm (UTC)***
“I’m sure that’s not supposed to happen,” said Lucy, running a hand over Mina’s still tangible yet undeniably invisible form.
“Well, it is true that very little is known about vampirism as yet. Perhaps this is merely an uncommon side-effect?”
Lucy frowned. “Well, it is certainly true that John and the Professor know very little about it, but I think the Count would have said something if this was to be expected. Oh, Mina, do think. What else might have caused it?”
“Oh, dear,” said Mina. “It’s only that these last few days – it has been so very hard to think at all. My memories are so muddled.”
Lucy gave a smile. She stroked what she hoped was Mina’s forehead. “I know, my dear, but all will be well now.”
“Wait – I believe the Professor made me drink some vile potion of his that he said might cure my condition. Perhaps it is that?”
Lucy moved in closer to Mina in the bed. “I should think so – but how very awkward, for we can hardly ask him for the antidote. He would only wave crosses at us and be quite objectionable.”
“I don’t know,” said Mina more thoughtfully, and then leaning over to take Lucy by surprise, tickling her neck. “I think this condition could be quite entertaining in some regards…”
***
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Date: 2016-11-15 10:59 pm (UTC)I guessed what you'd do when I added the Lucy/Mina prompt, but it was such a nice prompt I couldn't resist.
Still, it could have been worse; I gave the handle a couple more turns and in the same list as "Lucy / Mina - character death & vampires" (um, that's canon) was "Lucy / Mina - caught in the act & cake!fic".
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Date: 2016-11-16 06:00 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2016-11-15 10:23 pm (UTC)Six and Neil Caffery
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Date: 2016-11-16 10:11 am (UTC)Eleven / Steel - learning to be loved & dungeons
Eleven / Steel - mirrors and doubles
Eleven / Steel - day at the beach & vampires
Steel / Eleven - orphans & nightmares & interrogation
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Date: 2016-11-18 07:21 pm (UTC)Eleven/Steel - learning to be loved & dungeons
Eleven/Jack - mirrors and doubles
Twelve/Jenny - day at the beach & vampires
Six/Richard the III - - orphans & nightmares & interrogation
*Grins*
Ohh, looks like you left goodies below! Eeee!!
*HUGS*
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Date: 2016-11-18 06:57 pm (UTC)***
“Well,” said the Doctor (not any Doctor Jack was used to, but, hey, a Doctor was a Doctor; he wasn’t complaining), as he dusted himself down, “that was most certainly an experience. You were right about that much.”
Jack paused to extinguish a smouldering edge of his (apparently) unnecessarily dramatic coat (and, ha, this Doctor could hardly talk about dramatic coats). “Yeah, well, not quite the experience I had in mind. Still, not too late for that, eh?”
“Not too late for what?” the Doctor demanded, drawing himself up. “No, no, don’t tell me. Unfortunately, I can imagine only too well!”
Jack grinned. “Really? Never knew you had it in you, Doc.”
The Doctor glared. “You, sir, are an appalling individual,” he said. “First you lure me into sharing a hotel room –”
“It’s hardly luring when there’s only one bed left and you say, and I quote, ‘I’m sure we’re both adult enough to cope with sharing a bed for one night without any fuss’. Which, by the way, was pretty misleading if you didn’t want a guy to engage in his best adult behaviour –”
The Doctor held up a hand. “Yes, yes. All right! I admit I may have overreacted a tad, but this was your fault! If you’d told me you were also tracking the Invisible Squid, I would have naturally enquired as to whether or not you were carrying a canister of feraenium before I tried finishing it off with that kierton energy bolt. And now look – there’s hardly anything left of the hotel!”
“I’d say the result definitely finished it off, though, there is that. The earth moved for me, that’s for sure, Doc. So, how about we get out of here before the hotel management wants to sue us for damages? I say we go find some other place with a bigger bed and have fun.”
The Doctor sighed. “Do you always have such a one-track mind? Don’t you have any other ideas as to how we might entertain ourselves before the sky-ferry returns?”
“Plenty, but none I like as much.” Jack gave a wink.
“Oh, all right, then, if you insist,” said the Doctor, taking Jack by surprise. “However, you had better be as good as you claim, or I shall leave scathing reviews on the universal-net’s busiest dating site for this time period.”
“I might do the same.”
“My dear Captain,” said the Doctor, positively radiating smugness, “that’s highly unlikely. I am, as it happens, quite simply the best. At most things, I think you’ll find.”
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Date: 2016-11-18 07:23 pm (UTC)OMG...I could actually SEE and HEAR this!! And that last!! With that satisfied, smug smile...omg!! JOY!!!
*Twirls you and laughs!*
*CUDDLES*
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Date: 2016-11-19 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 11:49 pm (UTC)Avon /& Blake - dressup & in public
Vila /& Soolin - hostile climate & mutation
Blake /& Jenna - highschool au
Jenna /& Vila - trapped together & group support & hugs
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Date: 2016-12-17 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-12-18 10:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-16 12:50 am (UTC)Avon Blake - guns & teasing & endurance
Cally Spock - silence & teasing
Vila 12th Doctor - talking appliance sidekick & magic au
Adam Adamant Mina Harker - vampires (Yes the generator picked it!)
Adam Adamant/Mina Harker – vampires, with bonus Louise, 253 words
Date: 2016-12-02 02:22 pm (UTC)***
“Adam!” said Louise, extending a hand to help him up. “My dear. Are you unwell?”
Adam blinked, finding himself slumped against the wall of the cellar and unsure of how he had got there. Then he shook himself and immediately bounced back to his feet, refusing Louise’s offer of aid. He seemed, as far as he could remember, to have fainted, but that was ridiculous. He never fainted! There was also something else terribly wrong… “Whatever has happened to Mrs Harker?” he asked urgently. “My dear Louise, you will not understand, I know, but she may be in the most terrible danger. Did you see her?”
“Mrs Harker made her apologies, but she had to leave,” said Louise, at the same moment, absently brushing what seemed to be a considerable amount of dust from her elegant silk skirt. “I believe her problem is now entirely solved and she has no further need of your services.”
Adam frowned. “That cannot be so. She was most distressed –” He frowned. It was most unaccountable, but his memory seemed suddenly unreliable on the subject of what, precisely, Mrs Harker had said.
Louise kicked a piece of the broken chair away from her. “I assure you, my dear, it is so.”
“Very well,” said Adam, not entirely convinced, but there was no further point in standing around in Colonel Jackson’s cellar. It was no place for a delicate lady like his Louise, that much he did know. “Thank you, my dear. Come – we shall leave at once.”
***
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Date: 2016-11-16 12:00 pm (UTC)Steel / Del Tarrant - competition & obedience
Kerr Avon / Vila Restal / Steel - tickling
These were my three favourites! Have At!
Kerr Avon / Vila Restal / Steel - tickling, 353 words
Date: 2016-12-21 06:35 pm (UTC)“Hey,” said Vila. “I’m not doing anything.”
Avon and the stranger both stopped and looked at him.
“The… tickling,” Avon said eventually.
“I’m a coward,” said Vila. “I don’t go round tickling angry people, especially not when one of them’s Avon and he’s armed.”
The stranger, Steel, glanced about them as if he could see things the other two couldn’t. Vila didn’t like it. It reminded him of those moments when Cally sensed something the rest of them couldn’t and it wasn’t as if that ever ended well, either.
“It must be Time itself,” said Steel.
Avon had returned to the control panel but at that he paused. “You think Time is tickling people? Well, it’s novel, I’ll grant you.”
“Breaking in,” Steel said, ignoring Avon, which was kind of impressive in itself. “Just the edges of it. Tugging at us. This ship will break apart soon.”
Avon returned to his electronics. “Actually, I’m trying to stop it, if you’d let me get on with it. It’s merely that this computer is proving unusually awkward.”
“It’s fighting you,” said Steel. “What were you trying to do to it?”
“Steal it,” Vila said for him. “Or that bit of it, anyway. Some sort of nifty new wiring or something and Avon’s after it to adapt it for our own ends. So he says. I’m not that interested in wiring myself.”
Steel’s attention had been fully caught now. “New wiring?” he said. “Yes, that must be it.” He pushed past Avon with a surprising lack of effort and put one hand on the wall of the ship, as if drawing on something and then leant forward, pressing his other palm onto the control panel. It first froze, and then shattered.
“No,” said Avon. “You’ve destroyed it –”
Steel had gone.
“He must have some kind of teleport ability, too,” said Vila and wasn’t surprised when Avon looked sceptical. He didn’t really believe it, either, but the alternatives were either too frighteningly plausible or too impossible to consider.
Avon straightened himself. “Talking of which,” he said. “No point in hanging around here now, is there?”
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Date: 2016-11-16 01:23 pm (UTC)Here's a few:
Ace McShane &/ Gwendoline Prichard-tears & danger
Seventh Doctor &/ Bernice Summerfield - competition
Fifth Doctor &/ Nyssa - presumed dead
Eighth Doctor - vampires
Peri Brown / Sixth Doctor - mirrors and doubles
Third Doctor &/ Jo Grant - falsely imprisoned
Now You See It... (Seven & Benny, 420 words.)
Date: 2016-12-21 02:43 pm (UTC)The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “I believe, Professor Summerfield, that we came last. How could it have been worse?”
“Technically, but since at least one of the other contestants was cheating, we came second to last.”
The Doctor sighed. “Where did we go wrong?”
Where to begin? thought Benny. She could make a list. She probably would later, for her diary. She’d enjoy it, too. “I’ve told you before, nobody appreciates your spoon-playing. You should have stuck to magic tricks. I could have been your glamorous assistant. I bet there’s a feather boa in the TARDIS wardrobe somewhere.”
“True, true,” the Doctor murmured. “Still, it comes to something when you can’t even get more votes in a talent show than an Ogron.”
Benny shrugged. “That’s speciesist. I’ve known plenty of interesting Ogrons. They’ve got hidden depths.”
“Also true,” said the Doctor.
Benny folded her arms. “Anyway, wasn’t the point of taking part finding out which of the entrants was actually a Hytherian soul-sucking monster? And, stunning though our rendition of The Grand Old Duke of York undoubtedly was, I don’t recall it managing to knock out any soul-suckers.”
“Ah, yes,” the Doctor said, and brightened instantly. “You know why that is, don’t you, Bernice?”
She shook her head. (She could have made a great assistant. Or comic stooge.)
“Because,” said the Doctor, dropping his voice to a whisper, “I thought if we stood out here alone, apparently busy with our own small affairs, we might attract its attention.”
“Oh frakking mother goddess,” said Bernice, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she felt a sudden, inexplicable chill in the air. “It’s behind me, isn’t it? You git.
“Bernice,” the Doctor said. “Duck!”
Benny abandoned her hypothetical career as a comic stooge and didn’t say, ‘Where?’ She flung herself to the floor, even as the Doctor batted at an ethereal blue shape with his brolly. At the same time, he kicked over a box that she had assumed was one of the props. Evidently, it was in fact one of the Doctor’s props: the azure mist of the Hytherian was instantly sucked inside. The Doctor smartly snapped the lid closed and sat down on it, beaming at Benny as she picked herself up off the dusty floor.
“You know,” he said, with a wink, “you’re right. I should definitely stick to the magic tricks!”
Re: Now You See It... (Seven & Benny, 420 words.)
Date: 2016-12-22 02:01 pm (UTC)Re: Now You See It... (Seven & Benny, 420 words.)
Date: 2016-12-28 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-16 02:18 pm (UTC)I put in a Heyer mix and got the intriguing:
Theo Frant / Mary Challoner - blackmail & hugs
Then two that sound great fun:
Leonie Alistair / Mary Challoner / Dominic Alistair - cop/detective au
Dominic Alistair / Leonie Alistair - putting on a show & captivity & boarding school au
And most mind boggling of all:
Theo Frant / Justin Alistair - fluff
Further attempts got me some more fascinating ideas...
Gervase Frant / Sophy Stanton-Lacy / Mary Challoner - character death & wings
Theo Frant / Drusilla Morville - boarding school au & only one bed
Eliza Dauntry / Justin Alistair / Drusilla Morville - minor illness & blood loss & obedience
Cecilia Rivenhall / Dominic Alistair - angst
Some which are just the plot...
Justin Alistair - plot device & annoying sibling & post-canon
Theo Frant - forbidden romance
Mary Challoner / Dominic Alistair - angels and demons
And a couple which could be very interesting if you like that kind of thing!
Drusilla Morville / Eliza Dauntry - tickling & cuddling
Sophy Stanton-Lacy / Drusilla Morville / Cecilia Rivenhall - substance addiction & closeted
I don't need any of these written, my mind is boggled enough :)
(Some of them have got a bit time-travelly, but I wouldn't worry about it when dealing with the Alistairs!)
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Date: 2016-11-19 10:00 am (UTC)Theo Frant/Justin Alastair & fluff, 363 words.
***
The rest of the small group of visitors had moved on down the gallery with the housekeeper, who was conducting the tour around Avon Court, ancestral home of the Alastair family. Fourteen year old Theodore Frant, however, paused to look away from the pictures, at some of the panelling opposite, comparing it unfavourably with similar work at Stanyon.
“If you are looking for a secret door,” said a languid voice from behind him, “I’m afraid you will be disappointed. Had there been one, it would have been discovered long since, I assure you.”
Theodore gave a guilty start and turned around to see a tall man, dressed in what seemed even to him to be an extremely outmoded and excessively elaborate style.
“I believe your fellows are about to desert you,” the man observed. “You had probably best join them. I believe there to be further oak panelling in the great hall, so you should find something of interest. I confess it should bore me to stare at bricks and mortar or wood panelling, no matter how fine, but each to their own amusements.”
Theodore muttered a hasty and embarrassed, “Sir,” and moved to hurry after the rest.
“Oh, but one thing more,” said the man, calling him back. He gestured to his upper sleeve and gave a very slight wince. “You have some dust or, no, fluff, perhaps, here.”
Theodore looked down and brushed away the offending piece of wool that had somehow attached itself to his coat, but when he looked up again, the man seemed to have vanished, and he was left facing one of the portraits instead. Justin Alastair, the notorious ‘Satanas’, the guide had said. It also looked uncannily like the man who had just now engaged him in conversation.
Theodore didn’t merely hasten to rejoin the party; he raced down the long gallery, causing everyone to stare, and earning himself a reprimand from the housekeeper. He remembered, afterwards, that the housekeeper had also said that the current Duke of Avon was considered to be very like his late grandfather. That, Theo decided, must be the explanation – or at least, the only one he was willing to entertain.
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Date: 2016-11-19 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-19 01:57 pm (UTC)Apply "Ha" liberally
Date: 2016-11-16 03:50 pm (UTC)Georgina Jones - apocalypse
Richard III / Georgina Jones - truth or dare & locked in
Adam Adamant - magic au & game night & mistletoe kiss
Simms - deal with the devil
Richard III - food & tears
Simms / Adam Adamant / Georgina Jones - obedience & food
Adam Adamant / Richard III - Where we don't have to hide & Morning
Adam Adamant / Simms - deal with the devil & retail therapy [Is Simms a Satanist? leave the Devil alone!]
Adam Adamant - Ball/Dance/Prom & Pick-up line
Georgina Jones / Simms / Richard III - swashbuckler & cop/detective au & secret relationship
(Time travel is easy due to evil Tudor spies and/or ghostly existence)
Tall Tales (Bring You Short Replies), AAL! 639 words
Date: 2016-11-27 06:10 pm (UTC)Georgie put her hands on her hips. “Hey, if I’d stayed home last week when you went off on holiday, the world might have ended!”
“That was not in fact a holiday – and telling tall tales will hardly persuade me to change my mind.”
Georgie resorted to desperate measures, grabbing hold of Simms as he passed in an attempt to retrieve the tea things before she knocked them over. “It’s not a tall tale! It’s true. Ask Simms!”
“Strange as it may sound,” said Simms, “Miss Jones isn’t lying. If only she were! Has my hair gone white just remembering it?” He gave a theatrical shudder.
Georgie cast a glance over him and screwed up her nose. “Not any more than usual. Look, you remember Lady Haynes – the one you were trying to help before you swanned off. Which wasn’t on, by the way, even if it wasn’t a holiday. You could at least have sent a postcard or left a note.”
“Lady Haynes?” said Adam. “Yes, of course. It was in search of her missing husband that I went to Scotland. Alas, I am still in the dark on the matter. I fear the worst.”
Georgie exchanged a look with Simms. “Well, that’s not surprising. I expect she was fibbing to get you out of the way. Probably never even had a husband. What she did have was a great big dirty bomb.”
“Miss Jones, please! That is entirely preposterous! Besides, however would a lady like that obtain such a thing?”
Simms gave a cough. “I believe she was behind several bank robberies, which allowed her to get her hands on the sort of cash required for the raw materials. And contacts in the right places.”
“And then she built it, you see.” When Adam looked even more disbelieving, Georgie heaved an impatient sigh. “Women can, you know, these days. Well, actually, even in your day there were some pretty fab female inventors. And Lady Haynes is one of our top physicists, except she kept getting passed over for men who weren’t half as clever as she was.”
“Life, always so unfair,” chimed in Simms. “Seems to have turned her bitter.”
Georgie gave an emphatic nod. “So she built the bomb to prove a point, only then she decided she might as well explode it since she’d made it. I mean, nobody could argue with that, could they? Right under the Cambridge University science department. And she said she had others to follow – one in the Isle of Wight, for starters.”
“Miss Jones –”
“Boom!” said Georgie, throwing up her arms, sending the tea tray flying out of Simms’s arms and doing the crockery no favours. “Or at least, it would have been if yours truly hadn’t got to the off-switch in time. I did have help from Simms. He knocked out Lady Haynes when she was waving that gun at me.”
Adam cast a wary glance at Simms.
“Very hard head she had,” said Simms and winced. “I think I might have broken something. Ow.”
“So, you see,” said Georgie, “I can manage just fine investigating things without you and there’s no need for you to make me stay at home.”
Adam shook his head. “I don’t know what has got into the pair of you, but my mind is made up regardless. You, Simms – I will require dinner at eight. You, Miss Jones, will be going home this instant. Honestly, you cannot expect me to believe that a fine woman like Lady Haynes was plotting to destroy the world – or even Cambridge, or the Isle of Wight!”
“Yes,” said Georgie with a sigh, “I suppose you’re right – that was too much to hope for, wasn’t it?”
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Date: 2016-11-28 04:24 pm (UTC)Violent Simms: series two. It's the Adamant effect;p I'm glad Lady Haynes wasn't targeting Footlights, phew.
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Date: 2016-11-28 05:26 pm (UTC)