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January 19th, 2010

bessie

Drabble: Distillate of Starshine

When I say run...

Title: Distillate of Starshine
Characters: Three and Liz
Wordcount: 100

A/N: For curuchamion who requested a touch of cuddle for Three and Liz.

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Liz sat back on the little roadster’s seat wishing she could to pull off her unfortunately fashionable boots so she could rub at her sore feet.

“You all right?” the Doctor didn’t even appear winded by this galloping after alien beings. If anything he looked exhilarated by it, so bright and smiling.

“Just cold.”

What would it be like to stay like this, she thought, the challenges and strangeness and the running, always running. She leaned back against his warm velvet, allowing him to block the cold wind from her shivering frame, just sharing what she could of his life.

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writing, pen

Drabble: My Sun was Always Setting

Did she ever look back?

Title: My Sun was Always Setting
Characters: Barbara, Susan
Wordcount: 100
Summary: There's no sky like that of your childhood.

A/N: For john_amend_all, who offered the prompt of Barbara with Susan being 'alien'.
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The girl was in the library again. Barbara Wright quietly opened the door. “Susan,” she called. “It’s time to go home. The building is being locked up for the night.”

Susan Foreman looked back at her with a detached, strangely dreamy look on her face. “Have you seen the sunset?” she asked.

Barbara frowned, but joined her by the window. “Very pretty,” she observed.

“The colours here are so different,” Susan said softly. “I do like the blue. But the orange of the sunset…”

Miss Wright looked askance at her faraway eyes, curious. “Yes?”

“It makes me so very homesick.”

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illumination

Drabble: This Shining Ember Burns my Hand

To every thing there is a season

Title: This Shining Ember Burns my Hand
Characters: Beren and Luthien
Wordcount: 100

A/N: To everything there is a season - a small gem for Beren and his Luthien written for siradaono. Nominated for MEFA, 2010.

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When at last he met her eyes again it was like falling into the sea. Wild and shining and deep with an ancient love he could barely comprehend; a jewel of the heavens that he’d captured with the net of his heart. The star forever upon his brow.

Why, he wondered, were all the finest and brightest things in life so rendered with pain, if only in the knowing the years would so soon be lost?

She was a plucked flower in his hand, beautiful and perfect and beginning even now to die.

Yet it was she that had chosen.

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explosives

Drabble: It Will Come for your Children

vworp...vworp...

Title: It Will Come for your Children
Characters: Ten, Polly, Ben
Wordcount: 100
Summary: But they *look* so much like you did when you were younger.

A/N: For fantom_fan who asked for Ten and Polly - Ben just sort of added himself to the mix spontaneously.

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“You aren’t taking him.” Polly was very firm. “It’s far too dangerous, traveling with you.”

“Weeelll, I admit some things happened, but it wasn’t all bad, was it? Thought you’d like him getting to see the stars...”

“Ben!” Polly yelled, her hand clutching her son’s shirt. “Ben, he’s back!”

A wiry, blonde man catapulted into the flat. “Hands off!” he said. “Go poach someone else’s children, Doctor. None of ours are going off to be monster bait.”

“But Mum…” the teenaged boy complained.

“Maybe the older girl…?”

“No!”

“Sorry, sorry,” the Doctor sighed. “You know, Sarah-Jane said the same thing.”

--
explosives

Drabble: This is Your Captain Speaking, plus one more

In the event of an Emergency...

Title: This is your Captain Speaking
Characters: Five, Tegan, the TARDIS
Wordcount: 100

A/N: For lost_spook, the prompt being Five, Tegan and Locked up as usual, all his fault.

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She was locked in her room again, entirely his fault.

She always seemed so sensible and strong; he relied on her to maintain the ship’s balance. She was the Crew to his Captain, the one who kept the passengers in line.

Yes, they’d seen a few bad scenes. Wasn’t she trained to deal with emergencies? No handy inflatable ramps, but they weren’t needed. He even had peanut packets.

He nudged the TARDIS, hinting Tegan shouldn’t stay alone quite so long. He should be allowed access to tell her all the clever things he’d been thinking.

The door remained locked. Women.

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With it comes the 'other one' that popped up while I was trying to write the above - it lacks the 'locked' prompt, but I found it mildly amusing:

I Think I Used to Work for Those

“I’m freezing my bazongas off!”

The Doctor glanced over, preoccupied with yanking on something in his hands. “You should dress warmer; Australian climate is a rarity in the universe.”

“It’s not like the entire universe plays Cricket either.”

He fell to pulling at the object with his teeth. “Oh, I don’t know. You’d be surprised the places it turns up.”

“What is that?”

“Peanuts! Just the right level of proteins and salt. Stops this Ice Virus from infecting any more villages. Except…I can’t seem to open it.”

“Give it here.” Tegan rolled her eyes. “I can save the world.”

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