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Mar. 18th, 2010

brig

Drabble: Deuce It

One more that just occurred...they keep doing that.

Of course, who says the affable Sgt. Benton might not have had a family on the side somewhere? And that he might not be so affable about Ten not properly appreciating that accomplishment in its entirety?


Deuce It

“But - you can’t take only one of them,” John Benton objected.

“Look, I appreciate that you’re being all fatherly and familial and all that,” the Doctor said, backing away. “But I only need one. I mean, I really appreciate your being willing to give him your blessings…”

Them. You’re not splitting them up!”

“But they’re identical!” the Doctor protested. “I don’t want identical companions. Can you imagine the confusion…”

“Yes I can,” smiled Benton, but he was still firm. “Nevertheless, both or none.”

“Nonsense! One for me, one for you.”

“Alistair! Gordon! Come on lads, show’s off.”

“Aw, Daaaaad,” they chorused.

Goodbye Doctor.”

-
fred

Drabble: Irreconcilable Differences

Of course, Barbara and Ian's household could hardly be overlooked - but then, neither could his own former behaviour.

Irreconcilable Differences

Barbara gasped. “But we’ll never see him again!”

Ian frowned in concern, keeping a hand to his son’s shoulder.

“Bosh, of course you will,” the Doctor assured, bouncing confidently. “I’m much better at steering now.”

Barbara peered in at the tangled nearly unrecognizable mess that was the TARDIS. “Can it even be steered? Ian, look at it! There’s no way I’m going to let our son go off in that.

“Oi!” the Doctor protested, insulted.

“Absolutely not, Doctor,” Ian stated. “John stays here. Who knows where he’d end up otherwise; remember you never did get us home.”

Picky, picky,” he sighed.

--
bessie

Drabble: Ah, Memories

After all, nostalgia for youthful adventures only goes so far... another in the 'It will Come for your Children series'.

Ah, Memories

“Are you sure, Mum?” the petite young woman asked, considering the grinning tall man beside his blue box.

“Of course! Go on,” Jo said, “Just don’t stray too far from the TARDIS. And don’t let anyone hypnotize you. If a man says he’s the Master, run. Oh, and watch out for strange plants, they can be quite nasty, especially fungus. Stay away from…um, just about anything alien, really, some are quite… and… you know, on the other hand, no! No, stop! You’re grounded!”

“But Jo!” the Doctor protested.

“Sorry, Doctor, but it’s all coming back to me now. Shoo!”

--

Mar. 17th, 2010

tardis

Drabble: Appearances Sake

Another for the "It will Come for your Children" series - I always favored the idea that after Season 6B the Doctor would have dropped Jamie off someplace safe, like at Victoria's house. ;-)

Appearance’s Sake

“What d’ye mean y’ saw a great blue box?” Jamie asked his son. The lad was nearly eye-to-eye with him but his imagination ran even higher.

“Just like in your stories!” the boy insisted.

“Did anyone come out of it?”

“Aye, a tall, strapping man. He said he wanted me t’ go with him.”

“Tall? Not a wee chappie, yea high?” Jamie measured with his hand, his brow furrowed.

“No. Then Mum said I wasn’t t’ go and chased him off with a hat-pin!”

Jamie nodded. Obviously an imposter, and Victoria always did have fine lot of common sense.

--

Mar. 16th, 2010

explosives

Drabble: Savage Re Dux, and a series set up

Looking back at the fun dbsklyer, lost_spook and I were having with extending the concept of Ten rummaging around for new companions in the progeny of his former ones, I've decided it's worth it to set them up as a drabble series at Teaspoon - the others will be added as they become available, and anyone is welcome to take a turn at the wheel. So far we have Tegan, Vicki, Ben and Polly, Harry, Liz and the Brig - so let's add a touch of Leela.

It Will Come for your Children: the Series

Savage Re Dux

The teen girl screamed; the quiet bushes suddenly exploded beside them catching even the Doctor, who thought he'd been ready, off-guard. He was knocked from his feet.

On his back with a razor-honed knife at his throat, he tried an innocent smile.

"Hello Leela. You've aged well."

"You again, Old One," the middle-aged woman hissed.

"Now, now, I only wanted one teensy little..."

"Child poacher!"

"Only one! You practically had an entire tribe of your own, what's one..."

"MOTH-errrr," the girl complained as Leela abandoned her prey and towed her away. "We were just going hunting!"

"That one should hunt alone."

Mar. 12th, 2010

jo, hug

Sweetest

“You mean,” he said, waving a couple fingers in vaguely orbiting patterns, “Other things out there are using our honey?”

Title: Sweetest
Rating: G
Wordcount: 12,376
Characters: Three and Jo with brief appearance by Benton
Summary: When bee-boxes turn up mysteriously empty of their honey, the Doctor and Jo are sent out to find out why. A gentle spring adventure with a scoop of fluff.

A/N: This 6-chapter tale started off as a little vignette for Valentine’s day, hence the double scoops of fluff in the resulting story. It is a relatively gentle tale for spring, with a touch of foreshadowing for Jo’s upcoming changes in her next trip out toward Wales.
Sweetest at Fanfiction.net
Sweetest at Teaspoon
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6


Chapter 1 right under hereCollapse )
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Feb. 16th, 2010

three

The Eggs of Destruction

or Deviled Eggs

Title: The Eggs of Destruction
Rating: G
Wordcount: 35,635
Characters: Three and the Brigadier with a touch of Benton and UNIT towards the end.
Summary: The Third Doctor and the Brig go searching for a possible Silurian outpost on the Isle of Wight, only to discover more trouble than they had bargained on when someone begins using the local population of seagulls as weapons.

The Eggs of Destruction at Fanfiction.net
or
Links to Teaspoon:
1: A Blustery Day (1274) | 2: Slipping Sideways (1602)
3: Under Cover (2537) | 4: Soft Boiled (2258)
5: Jetsam (2450)| 6: Sand and Needles (2622)
7: Throwing a Curve (2233)| 8: Poached (2743)
9: Nest Eggs (2928)| 10: Inner Seagullness (2655)
11: Deviled Eggs (2935)| 12: Over Easy (2598)
13: Scramble (2749)| 14: Empty Nest Syndrome (2330)

A/N:In the works since early this past fall, but I think it's finally ready to start launching. This bit of an adventure is placed just shortly after the events of ‘The Sea Devils,’ and while I've thoroughly enjoyed learning about the wonderful Isle of Wight, I've never had the pleasure of actually being there, so I beg the readers grace in any inconsistencies or missed/mussed details.

‘Sea Devil’ being only a descriptive term assigned them by frightened victims, I’ve used their more official name, Silurian, when referencing them instead.

The young woman they meet partway into the story is based on Sylvania, an actual native to the Island that I've much enjoyed the friendship of. I hope she will approve of finding "herself" in these unusual circumstances. :-)

Jan. 19th, 2010

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.

--

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.

--


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.”

--
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.

--

“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.”

--
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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