It's a meme!
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thisbluespiritLast night, I was sitting here, feeling bored and wanting a meme, (yeah, sad, I know, sorry, I'm saner this morning) and probably a few minutes after I switched off my computer, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jjpor came up with one from someone. So, in the interests of silliness and and all that, I must pass it on:
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return (and if inspired), I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
Diisclaimer: Be kind. I am easily squicked out by even relatively harmless things.
jjpor came up with one from someone. So, in the interests of silliness and and all that, I must pass it on:Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return (and if inspired), I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
Diisclaimer: Be kind. I am easily squicked out by even relatively harmless things.
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Date: 2009-11-29 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-29 01:48 pm (UTC)Failing that, the fluffiest, sweetest most soppiest Four/Romana fic you can possibly imagine. ;D
Or something involving Jack and Team Cardiff (era optional); the Torchwoodier the better...
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Date: 2009-11-29 04:18 pm (UTC)But Ten/Martha? I've not really had the occasion or been bitten by a plot bunny, but I can write that. That's canon. Happened on screen and everything. Just don't expect much romance or details.
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“Martha.”
She turned, about to head back to her notes. “What now?”
The Doctor coughed and played with the back of his shirt collar. “Well, Miss Jones -.”
“That’s Dr Jones now, you know.”
“Yeah.”
“Well?”
“What?”
She shook her head. “You were trying to say things. You don’t normally have problems talking.”
“Yeah, well. I was only meaning to say that there might be some things I might… regret. You know, just possibly.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Okay, Doctor. Care to narrow that down?”
“You remember when we first met?”
Martha rolled her eyes. “Nah. Slipped my memory, ‘cos Judoon on the moon and upside rain – happens every day.”
“No, not that.”
She folded her arms. “Doctor, can we not play twenty questions?”
“Okay, well, I just suddenly thought maybe it was a bit of a waste not to have – well – done this a bit more often.”
She was about to ask what, her impatience growing, when he demonstrated with a repeat of a kiss that was indeed one of the things she had never quite forgotten about that day. That was nothing? She thrilled inwardly, this being another small victory. Apparently, it wasn’t nothing.
He released her and patted her on her arm. “Well, yes, that. You didn’t mind, did you?”
“No,” she told him. “It was pretty good as kisses go, Doctor. But this is typical of you!”
“How?”
“You wait until I’m engaged!”
***
Happy now? ;-D
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Date: 2009-11-29 04:20 pm (UTC)(Did you notice my pun there?) :loL:
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Date: 2009-11-29 05:13 pm (UTC)2. Okay, I did. I'm not surew it's sweet or fluffy, but I did. Except it went over 1000 words, so I'll have to make a new post. Stand by. (You know what Four and Romana are for talking.
3. Yes, you're right. I really, really couldn't. Or wouldn't, I suppose. But, yeah, you got me. Unless it was too short to involve swearing, sex, violence or gratuitous bleakness and random partner-swapping.
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Date: 2009-11-29 05:14 pm (UTC)And, yes, your oppression knows no bounds.
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Date: 2009-11-29 05:18 pm (UTC)Anyone would think I'd cornered the market!
And, yes, your oppression knows no bounds.
It's true - there are no bounds... :P
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Date: 2009-11-29 05:31 pm (UTC)***
The footman turned from the pair making the entrance into the chandeliered ballroom. “Lord and Lady Munchausen!”
“I say, terribly grand in here, isn’t it, what?” said Ace, hanging on to his arm with one hand and using the other to hold up the skirts of her eighteenth century ballgown before she fell flat on her face in an undignified heap.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered in her ear. “Your usual voice will be fine, I assure you.”
“I thought I was doing good with the posh stuff. Won’t they turn their noses up at me if I’m not?”
He said, “Possibly. Does that bother you?”
“Nah. ‘Course not. Nothing bothers me, Professor. I mean, John.”
“And it’s nothing to what they’ll be thinking of me,” he murmured. “Ah, Sir Henry. May I introduce you to my wife?”
The begwigged aristocrat raised his eyebrows. “Charmed, I’m sure.”
***
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Date: 2009-11-29 06:08 pm (UTC)*
“Well, Brigadier?” Liz Shaw watched his approach with her arms folded. “And how do you plan to deal with this little problem?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, it’s my fault, is it, Miss Shaw? I seem to recall -.”
“And from what I recall, you were calling me Liz – among other things – on that occasion,” she said. The roundness of her stomach was becoming more obvious than either of them liked to acknowledge.
His gaze slid away. “Obviously, Miss Shaw – Liz – I don’t intend to abandon you in this situation. How soon do you want me to make arrangements with the Registrar?”
“Moved as I am by that terribly romantic proposal, Brigadier -.”
“You might also want to try being a little less formal.”
“Yes,” she said. “Well, thank you. I shall think about it.”
“I don’t see what’s to think about. Obviously -.”
“You want to make an honest woman of me?” she returned. “I can imagine.” Then she sighed. “And I will think about it. If you ask me again somewhere that isn’t your office, I might even think about saying yes. But that wasn’t what I meant.”
“Liz, whatever your decision, you know that I will support you in every way possible,” he informed her, awkward, but determined to do the right thing, even after the unfortunate affair earlier in the year with those aliens that had been doing some rather interesting experiments that had landed the two of them in this predicament. The Doctor claimed these things went on all the time and they were only lucky nothing worse had happened. Until now, he and Liz had been choosing not to comment on the whole thing. He had to agree with the Doctor. It shouldn’t have occurred, but since it had – well, it could have been far worse.
She sighed and looked up at him. “No, Brig – Alistair. I’m just wondering how to break the news to the Doctor.”
The Brigadier looked back at her for a minute and then coughed. “You mean – but he must have noticed!”
“Yes,” she agreed, acid in her tone. “He keeps giving me dietary advice and suggesting long walks. Very kindly, of course, but -.”
He straightened himself. He always did what had to be done. “Don’t worry, Liz. I’ll explain matters to him.”
Liz smiled.
“What now?”
“Oh, I was only thinking that watching you try will make up for a good part of this.”
*
And then there’s all the arguing about professional duties and hiring Jo Grant as the nanny, when her application form conveniently lands on his desk at the right moment…
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Date: 2009-11-29 06:10 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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