Title: Deathbed
Prompt: #31 - Death
Rating: G
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: None
Notes: Been away for ages, and easing back into it gradually with a rather maudlin drabble, written for the doctorwho_100 challenge (Prompts are here.)

DEATHBED

It is curious, this going away slowly and by stages. The quiet slipping off. So much to do, he thinks, but stops with them to witness the small warm single heart slow, cool and still. Almost he envies them the silence and mourning: in his so many lifetimes the pounding of the blood has never ceased, slowed but not to stopping. There is surprise, but rarely tears; rarely they are his own.

Amidst this farewell he says only goodbye, smiles, stops smiling, leaves and leaving, wonders:

At the end, if there is one, who will tell anyone that he's gone?

Title: Games
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nope
Author's Note Written for the 6th o_b_b challenge, to wit: Turn the sentence "Are you sure? Once we do this, there's no going back" around on the Doctor in some way. I think I cheated a bit on the challenge, but I did amuse myself, so what the hell ...

***

The Doctor looks into her eyes. Inches away and he can feel the warmth of her skin, can almost hear the pulse underneath.

“Are you sure?” She nods. “Once we do this,” he tells her quietly, “there’s no going back.”

She pauses, considers silently, those warm brown eyes never leaving his for a second. Suddenly she smiles, nods, and her face is illuminated. The Doctor smiles back.

“All right. Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

Eyes on hers, he reaches over and spins the dial. It whirls, slows, stops. He glances at it and back to her.

“Right foot, green,” he says, grinning.

Fic Name: Here
Rating: Oh, well, let's call it R. For the Doctardist smut.
Prompt: #78 - Where?
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: Not a one.
Notes: Written for the doctorwho_100 challenge, and sort of a sequel to (or the logical extension of) Keys.
Prompt chart is here.
(And oh, I should so be doing other things right now.)

***

There is one spot in particular.

Where the two plates meet.

He runs a finger down the seam, finds the gap. Slips a hand inside.

Wires brush against his fingers, sending shivers up his arm and making his hearts beat faster. He smells electricity, time. The metal hums; he runs his tongue across it, purring at its exquisite heat. The humming grows louder. He reaches further inside, up to his shoulder now, his fingers searching gently, deliberately.

He finds it.

It takes only the slightest touch of his fingers against the metal.

And the ship shivers and rocks with him.

(Isabelle's Epic Fic-Finishing Week-end continues apace! And while I'm on Four ...)

Title: Tat
Pairing: Four/Sarah Jane Smith
Rating: PG-13
Summary: That scarf isn't getting the Doctor laid tonight.
Spoilers: Nary a one.
Notes: Written for (and x-posted to) the fourth o_b_b challenge, that being: integrate the Fourth Doctor's scarf into a fic. However, the scarf has to be HORRIBLE.
(And at 200 words, well, let's call it a 'double-drabble' ... Cor, that don't sound half dirty, do it?)

***

“But why not?”

“You know why not!”

“I don’t.”

Sarah Jane opened the door just wide enough to thrust the offending object through and drop it at his feet. The Doctor regarded the pile of wool with a grimace and prodded it with his toe.

“You’re not getting into this bed again until that thing is gone!”

She probably had a point, he reflected; the scarf was filthy. It gave off the distinct odor of cheese. The colours were horrid. He reached down to pluck a fluff-covered jelly baby from it.

“What do you want me to do with it, then?”

“Something involving fire comes to mind.”

“Burn it? But - what if I get cold?”

“You’ll get a lot colder sleeping alone for the rest of your life!”

That’s a long time, he thought. “All right. How about this: we’ll only go warm places for a while. In the meantime I’ll … use it as a draft excluder in the control room. Yes?”

The door opened slowly. “Allright,” she conceded.

“Excellent!” The Doctor grinned and reached for her. “And while we’re at it, let’s have a chat about that grey jumper of yours –"

She slammed the door shut in his face.

Title: Hearts & Flowers
Pairing: Rose/Nine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 470(ish)
Summary Warning: The Doctor will give you cavities.
Notes: • Written for (and x-posted to) the third o_b_b challenge, to wit: The Valentine's Day challenge. "There's RARELY a Nine fiction where his sadness, depression, and angst don't come through ... In honor of Nine's bitterness and ours, let's give him a break. Write a Nine fic of AT LEAST 200 words (no drabbles to bypass angst with speed) in which Nine is completely happy. No angst whatsoever."
• Actually started around V-Day and temporarily abandoned when I got a bit distracted for a few days. But No More Unfinished Fic! So here it is.
• Also, curse you, lightningbug_88, for making us write the happy! Angst is so much more ... angsty. (Hee!)

***

"Another."

"Okay. How's this?" Rose asked.

"Hmm ... tastes awfully pink."

"Pink? Oh, hell," Rose pouted. "That was the strawberry creme. I wanted that one!"

"There's got to be another. There were six of those terrible nougatty ones." The Doctor picked up the box and peered into its heart-shaped lid. "Look, there's a map!" he noticed excitedly. Rose glanced over, took the rest of the box and began poking at the chocolates still nestled inside.

"They only ever give you a couple of the good ones," she complained. "One strawberry, one coconut, and the rest is all nuts and that weird gooey stuff."

"But there's a map!"

"What?"

"It's brilliant! You're bloody amazing, you lot. You humans - no other species in the universe would make themselves a map to their sweets! And look, it's even got little pictures! There is another strawberry one, incidentally." He pointed into the box. "Lower left quadrant, near the corner. Just there."

"Oh, cheers." Rose popped the chocolate into her mouth.

The Doctor grinned mischeviously. "Know how I knew it was there?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"It was on the map!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

Rose tried to gaze sternly at him, but the ridiculous smile stretched across his face made the corners of her own mouth twitch. Impulsively she leaned across the table and kissed him; as she pulled away she watched the surprise in his eyes fade quickly into an ever bigger and sillier grin.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Nine hundred years old, and you still get excited about a box of sweets ... "

"It's a very exciting thing! I never cared much for them myself - "

"Never?"

"Well, there was one type I used to like, but it's been a while ... but look at this!" He held up the shiny red box with its lace edging, embossed roses, and small glittery hearts scattered across the cover. "It's art! Primitive and fairly hideous - actually, it's terrifyingly tacky, really, but what an effort for all that - but there's more! There's sweets inside. And not just tossed in, oh no! They all have their own little, whatsits, these silver crinkly paper things - "

"Those little cups? It's so the chocolates don't stick together."

"But they're pretty, too, don't you see? All shiny ... and then - and then, in case you get lost, there's a map in there, too!" He consulted the pictures, popped a chocolate into his mouth, chewed briefly, and grimaced happily. "It doesn't even matter that the sweets are rubbish - what's a 'praline,' anyhow? It's bloody awful - because the whole thing is so absolutely fantastic!" The Doctor swallowed and sat, gazing happily at Rose. "Just fantastic." Rose smiled back.

"Happy Valentines' Day to you, too," she whispered, and leaned across to kiss him again.

Title: Save Me
Nine / G / No Spoilers
Challenge 152: Monster

X-posted to dw100


As the hideous creature lumbered closer, the Doctor glanced at the small, delicate woman next to him and felt for the lever on the wall behind.

“You really don’t want to go killing us,” he said.

“Yesssss I do!”

The woman reached for his hand. The creature waved its tentacles, goo dripping from its jaws.

“Doctor! Save me!”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. He found the lever and pulled; a door opened in the stone floor and, with a terrifying gutteral howl, the woman plummeted through.

“Thank goodness!” the creature sighed.

“See?” asked the Doctor. “I told you I’d save you.”

Fic Name: always
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Oh, well, let's say PG? PG-13?
Prompt: #4 - Insides
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: Not a one.
Notes: Written for the doctorwho_100 challenge. (Prompt chart is here.)
I make no apologies for the stream-of-consciousness and lack of punctuation, but stand by my pretentiousness - beret in hand and artflag flying.
I am, however, sorry for the rather obvious title.

***

is this what it's like to carry a child? two heartbeats inside and sometimes more but always those, always his, always. mother father which would i be and is it possible to be all at once parent and child and lover to each other as well?

he was there when i was born no memory but for him, there, always.

inside me he has been reborn so many times.

hands mind tongue heartbeats eyes on me inside me and always I can feel his blood his hearts and though he’s different to them he will always be to me

always

Title: Chill
Pairing: Jack/Nine
Rating: R
Word Count: 385(ish)
Summary: The Doctor catches a chill.
Notes: • Written for (and x-posted to) the second o_b_b challenge, to wit: Write a fanfic that leads to some smut (because it's always more fun with some smut), where the Doctor is completely clueless as to the science in a situation. Here's the challenging part: it has to be real science. Something of Earth that the Doctor does not understand. It cannot be an alien science the writer makes up to flummox the Doctor.
• Because: I spent all evening working on a longer fic that turned out to be utter shite and depressed me to the point of near-total and completely-deserved deletion; and smutty drabble is just more fun.
• Also because: It is utterly freezing in this godforsaken city tonight.

(Additionally x-posted to doctorslashjack. So there.)

***

"Just warm me up!"

Jack shrugged and pulled the Doctor's leather jacket off with one practised motion.

The Doctor yelped in surprise. "What d'you think you're doing?" he hissed through chattering teeth. Jack tugged the Doctor's jumper over his head and tossed it aside.

"Warming you up."

"How'd you mean?"

"Best way I know how. Stop shivering."

"I can't!"

"Why didn't you wear a real coat, then?" Jack purred into his ear. He slipped his hands under the Doctor's shirt, pulled it off, and bent to flick his tongue across a nipple. "It's freezing out there, you know."

The Doctor growled, shivered, and pulled him close. "I did notice, yeah. Do that again."

"What, that?"

"Mmmm, yeah ... anyway, it wasn't supposed to be that cold. The external sensors must be off again."

Jack bit gently at his neck and felt the Doctor harden unmistakably against his thigh as he pressed closer. "Must have been the wind chill factor, then," he murmured, unbuttoning the Doctor's trousers and slipping a hand inside.

"The what?"

"Hmm? The wind chill factor?"

"What's that, then?"

Jack blinked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked. "You don't know what it is?"

"Obviously not. I didn't tell you to stop doing that, did I?" Jack's fingers circled his cock again and slowly drew down its length. "That's better," he growled. "Now, what's this wind chill thing?"

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yup."

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's how the wind makes it feel colder than it is. It's actually thirty degrees, but it feels like ten below, like that. There's a whole chart," he explained. The Doctor shook his head.

"No such thing."

"What?"

"Stupid ape nonsense. Must be."

Jack took his hand from the Doctor's trousers and raised an eyebrow. "Still cold?" he asked sweetly.

"Freezing, as a matter of fact. I thought you were supposed to be doing something about that. And if this wind factor thing does exist, I do happen to have a lower body temperature than humans to begin with, so - "

"I've noticed," Jack murmured. "I can tell when you're inside me, you know. Speaking of which - "

"That'd do nicely," the Doctor grinned, pulling him close again. "And what do you know ... I've stopped shivering already."

Fic Name: Keys
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Depends on your imagination. But let's say, G.
Prompt: #38 - Touch
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: Not a one.
Written for the doctorwho_100 challenge. (Prompt chart is here.)

***

He doesn't need a key.

He has one, of course; he carries it with him, slips his hand into his pocket from time to time to run his thumb along its edge, to feel its grooves and ridges, the metal warming between his fingers as he strokes it. The smell of it lingers on his fingertips. Like her, it tastes of iron and electricity, of heat and salt and time. The key is always there, in his pocket, in his hand – a small sweet bit of her, always close.

But he doesn't need a key. She'll always open for him.

Title: Not That Kind of Doctor
Pairing: Four/Sarah Jane
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Summary: Sarah Jane questions the Doctor's competence.
Notes: Written for (and x-posted to) the first o_b_b challenge: Write a fanfic of at least 100 words featuring the Doctor, in any body with any companion, doing smutty (or PG-13) things without using the word "Doctor."


“You can’t put that there!”

“Can’t I? Why not?”

“Well, I mean - because it just doesn’t go there, that’s all.”

“I beg your pardon but it most certainly does. It goes a lot of places. Here, for example. Or here ... or here - "

“You really haven’t had any medical training, have you?”

“I told you I hadn’t - just roll over, that’s a good girl - why do you ask?”

“Because if you had even the slightest grasp of the human female anatomy you’d realize there’s no possible way that that could even begin to fit -

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh.

... Well. I suppose it does.”

Title: Holiday
Rose/Nine | G | No Spoilers
Challenge 150: Speeding Bullet
A/N: It's not likely to be clearer to anyone else than it is to me how this came from that particular challenge. Ah, well.
EDIT: Thanks raedyn_l for the very excellent comments - which lead to this rewrite, about which I feel yonks better.

X-posted to dw100

Rose slammed the door and glared at the Doctor.

"To be fair," he said, brushing snow from her shoulders, "that is Bali. It just happens to be in the middle of an ice age."

Sighing, she removed her sunglasses. "Never mind. It was too much to hope for a beach holiday anyhow."

"Says who?" He smacked a button on the console. The TARDIS roared, shuddered, and fell still again. He strode to the door and flung it wide.

"Voilá!" he said.

Rose blinked in the blinding sunshine.

The Doctor held up her sunglasses. “Need these?” he asked with a grin.

Title: Why Not?
Rose / G / No Spoilers
Challenge 149: Resistance

X-posted to dw100


Why not?

Go on, then. Why not?

Well ... there’s Mum, of course. What’ll she do without me? I’m all she’s got.

And she'll not be back down the pub by tomorrow night? In that low-cut blue shirt, no less?

Okay. Work, then. I have got a job –

Did have. And will do again, if they rebuild the store, which should only take about a year -

And what about Mickey, then? Got a boyfriend, can’t run out on my man …

Couldn’t do that.

But.

What if I did go?

I shouldn’t.

But.

What if I did?

Why not?