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Greg Sanders is really the son of Rose and the Doctor as asked by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wiccagirl24:
There are the sort of truths that only come out after a very, very wet Christmas dinners. The sort that only alcohol can lure out from the depths of supressing minds, and that leaves as its gift your life ever changed.
Greg was getting one of those.
"You what?" he asked again, sure he was hearing wrong.
"Found you on a bik-beach," his mother muttered dreamily. "In Nowway. Just with a note that said 'The Doctov... Doctor'. We diddit know which Docktov. You had such little toesies."
Greg is pretty sure he can feel even his little toesies scream for more alcohol, but he knows he's still going to remember this in the morning.
OT3 (J/R/D) future, happy reunion fic as asked byphdelicious
It's the Doctor who sees Rose first.
It's Jack Rose sees first, Jack standing in the bright light, always seemingly like he is the sun and the star in the sky is the moth following him. It's Jack Rose screams at with so much joy and life and defiance it feels like an echo of him. It's Jack Rose hugs until bones have to break, or at least get very sore.
It's Jack who talks, who screams at her back, who snogs her wildly enough to draw attention and the Doctor just watches, watches, watches, until Jack points and Rose sees him, her eyes like a sun too, burning him.
He's probably going to get snogged to death by both, he has time to think, finally remembering how to breathe as they both come running at him.
lindsay meets one of the farting aliens as asked bywintergreen126:
There were dates Lindsey knew was a bad idea from the start. Ugly guy, crabby guy or guy-with-sucky-car, all those she knew the signals of well enough. Sometimes she went on those dates anyway, because hey, drinks bought were drinks bought.
This was not one of those dates. It wasn't a bad idea. It was beyond that.
It started unpromising enough with a fat guy, continued with a constant farting issue, went on with weird talk about how she smelled and had no culminated in what appeared to be an alien. Only it wasn't Mr. Spcok (who was shaggable enough) but Mr. Spock's Giant Boogy. The Green Sneeze from Outer Space.
"Ragnaveik Slitheen," the alien says. "Um. Sorry."
Her mother would probably tell her that's what she got from barging into the men's room, Lindsey considers. But really, she wasn't expecting a date who had to take off a human suit to have a leak!
"Hey," Lindsey says a bit weakly. "Um. Nice to meet you. So... Um. Castro's next? They have very good Earth beer."
Drinks bought were drinks bought, after all.
Eight/Nine slash as asked bymickat24:
The Doctor has gotten used to meeting himself, after a fashion. After all, there are so much brilliant to see he sometimes end up seeing it twice. At the same time.
But this one is different.
He knows it's a future incarnation of himself the moment he sees - he remembers his past, after all, and the headache of time paradox happening is quite distinctive. This is not a past self. This is the future (ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth?), and the future is looking at him with hurt, anger, despair and something almost like hate.
What has he done to end up there?
"You," says the future him, a statement, not an accusation. This must be Nine, then. The first change now ahead. His change. His pain to cause.
They look at each other for a while, until he steps forward and kisses the future, because it's comfort, because he is warm and the other seem so cold, because sometimes all you have is yourself.
More to come.
Greg Sanders is really the son of Rose and the Doctor as asked by
wiccagirl24:There are the sort of truths that only come out after a very, very wet Christmas dinners. The sort that only alcohol can lure out from the depths of supressing minds, and that leaves as its gift your life ever changed.
Greg was getting one of those.
"You what?" he asked again, sure he was hearing wrong.
"Found you on a bik-beach," his mother muttered dreamily. "In Nowway. Just with a note that said 'The Doctov... Doctor'. We diddit know which Docktov. You had such little toesies."
Greg is pretty sure he can feel even his little toesies scream for more alcohol, but he knows he's still going to remember this in the morning.
OT3 (J/R/D) future, happy reunion fic as asked by
phdeliciousIt's the Doctor who sees Rose first.
It's Jack Rose sees first, Jack standing in the bright light, always seemingly like he is the sun and the star in the sky is the moth following him. It's Jack Rose screams at with so much joy and life and defiance it feels like an echo of him. It's Jack Rose hugs until bones have to break, or at least get very sore.
It's Jack who talks, who screams at her back, who snogs her wildly enough to draw attention and the Doctor just watches, watches, watches, until Jack points and Rose sees him, her eyes like a sun too, burning him.
He's probably going to get snogged to death by both, he has time to think, finally remembering how to breathe as they both come running at him.
lindsay meets one of the farting aliens as asked by
wintergreen126:There were dates Lindsey knew was a bad idea from the start. Ugly guy, crabby guy or guy-with-sucky-car, all those she knew the signals of well enough. Sometimes she went on those dates anyway, because hey, drinks bought were drinks bought.
This was not one of those dates. It wasn't a bad idea. It was beyond that.
It started unpromising enough with a fat guy, continued with a constant farting issue, went on with weird talk about how she smelled and had no culminated in what appeared to be an alien. Only it wasn't Mr. Spcok (who was shaggable enough) but Mr. Spock's Giant Boogy. The Green Sneeze from Outer Space.
"Ragnaveik Slitheen," the alien says. "Um. Sorry."
Her mother would probably tell her that's what she got from barging into the men's room, Lindsey considers. But really, she wasn't expecting a date who had to take off a human suit to have a leak!
"Hey," Lindsey says a bit weakly. "Um. Nice to meet you. So... Um. Castro's next? They have very good Earth beer."
Drinks bought were drinks bought, after all.
Eight/Nine slash as asked by
mickat24:The Doctor has gotten used to meeting himself, after a fashion. After all, there are so much brilliant to see he sometimes end up seeing it twice. At the same time.
But this one is different.
He knows it's a future incarnation of himself the moment he sees - he remembers his past, after all, and the headache of time paradox happening is quite distinctive. This is not a past self. This is the future (ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth?), and the future is looking at him with hurt, anger, despair and something almost like hate.
What has he done to end up there?
"You," says the future him, a statement, not an accusation. This must be Nine, then. The first change now ahead. His change. His pain to cause.
They look at each other for a while, until he steps forward and kisses the future, because it's comfort, because he is warm and the other seem so cold, because sometimes all you have is yourself.
More to come.
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Date: 2007-05-02 05:31 pm (UTC)Mr. Spock's Giant Boogy. The Green Sneeze from Outer Space.
totally laughed out loud. loved it.
and the ot3 happy reunion fic was super, too.
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:51 pm (UTC)Also, Lindsay/Slitheen was hilarious.
Thank you!