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Post by reversethepolarity on Nov 18, 2010 0:07:16 GMT
I will leave it up to you to decide whether that statement referred to Ian or to johne. ;D ;D And Johne, if you're as sane as Jek, then I'm officially worried. = )
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Post by johne on Nov 20, 2010 11:20:25 GMT
Save The Thanks This Prince Expects (Vicki/Steven, drabble)
] "You little idiot!" Steven shouted, dragging Vicki out of the way. The sluglike monster that had been bearing down on her thundered past, not even slackening its pace. "What were you thinking?"
"I thought I could distract it," Vicki said sulkily. "Didn't they teach you anything like that in Spacefleet? You know, strategy and tactics and stuff?"
"Enough to know when not to try a stunt like that!"
Vicki pouted. "Why should you care, anyway?"
"Because you're important to me." Steven blushed. "I couldn't bear it if--"
"Really?" Vicki brightened up at once. "Well, why didn't you say so before?" [
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Post by clocketpatch on Nov 21, 2010 0:56:27 GMT
That was sweet and adorable. ;D
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Post by reversethepolarity on Nov 21, 2010 4:04:51 GMT
That was sweet and adorable. ;D Seconded.
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Post by Maggadin on Nov 21, 2010 17:08:55 GMT
Very nice, johne. ;D
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Post by jjpor on Nov 22, 2010 20:38:19 GMT
Aw, yes, johne, that was lovely. Vicki's right about spacefleet training, though.
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Post by johne on Nov 27, 2010 9:24:19 GMT
Like An Old Married Couple (Donna/Seven, drabble) This is quite possibly in the same continuity as my other story with Donna and Seven, A Life at the Opera. ] "Husband and wife?" Donna asked.
"There's a rrreduced rrrate for couples."
"You'd make a terrible husband. You never tell me what you're doing, and you don't look after the children--"
He looked alarmed. "What children?"
"The ones we'd have, if we were married."
"Could we possibly concentrate on buying these tickets, and leave--" "Listen to this, sunshine: Over. My. Dead. Body. Last time I followed one of your plans I ended up standing on a fountain dressed as a bloody mermaid! For hours!"
She stormed out, slamming the door.
"You did," he said to empty air. "Exactly as planned, too."
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Post by johne on Nov 27, 2010 9:32:18 GMT
And wasn't there something else: I will love johne forever if he decides to write Donna/Sven-Göran Eriksson. Ah, yes. Normally I wouldn't write RPF, but the parody version of him as played by (say) Rory Bremner probably counts as a fictional character. Back to the Year That Wasn't, and an encounter between Donna and her stoical Swedish supervisor: ] Donna shivered and pulled the threadbare sheet closer around herself, wishing she had something more substantial to protect herself from the night air.
"Bloody cheek," she muttered, watching the Toclafane as it disappeared into the clouds. "Making me prove I didn't have any weapons under this. Pervert."
Sven, as ever, seemed unmoved. "This is not the first time that one of my passionate bouts of lovemaking has been interrupted. Shall we now resume where we left off? It is obvious that you remain enthusiastic and, as you say, up for it."
"That's the cold, matey," Donna said firmly. "Nothing else."
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Post by johne on Nov 29, 2010 8:27:57 GMT
Always On My Mind (Eight/Jo, drabble)
] Jo was already in bed when the man who called himself the Doctor stuck his head round the door.
"Just turning in," he said cheerfully. "See you tomorrow."
"I wish you hadn't shown up again," Jo said, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her duvet.
"You'd have been in a lot of trouble if I hadn't."
"Yes, but... when I married Cliff, I thought of him as a younger you. It made things between us, well, complicated. And now you're a younger you. Every time I look at you, it just makes me feel so--" She blushed. "Guilty." [
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Post by primsong on Nov 29, 2010 14:26:58 GMT
The Donna and Seven was excellent - and you know, I rather liked that one as well! :-) You're getting quite good at this, which could be a rather scary super-power to wield but enjoyable for your audience.
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Post by jjpor on Nov 29, 2010 21:00:31 GMT
Loved Seven and Donna - old married couple indeed... ;D And so very true about Eight and Jo. However, neither of them made me nearly choke on my tea like Sven did... RPF is wrong in principle, I tend to agree, but as you say, he's practically a fictional character... ;D
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Post by reversethepolarity on Nov 30, 2010 7:26:11 GMT
( He looked alarmed. "What children?" )
Heheh. So very Seven. That was a great drabble. I'll have to read your linked fic now, if it's anything like that. The Eight/Jo was very nice, too. Exactly how I was thinking of it.
You know, I'm kinda gonna miss these drabbles once their gone... = )
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Post by johne on Dec 3, 2010 20:18:30 GMT
Victoria's Values (Victoria/Six, drabble) ] "Aren't I entitled to a kiss?" the Doctor asked.
"But you're not my husband," Victoria said. "I've never kissed a man who isn't my husband, not in that way."
"And you told me you never married."
"I did."
"Which means... obviously, you've been saving yourself for me! Very sensible, my dear. Why settle for second best when you can have the acme of perfection? Now, we were talking about kisses."
Victoria sighed. "If I hear one more word out of you on the subject, I shall turn you out of this bed and you can sleep on the sofa again."
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Post by Maggadin on Dec 4, 2010 3:05:29 GMT
YOU WROTE SVEN/DONNA. ;D ;D ;D ;D
What, no fic for our lovely winners? ;D
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Post by johne on Dec 4, 2010 10:13:41 GMT
What, no fic for our lovely winners? ;D There's so much fic for those two already out there that it seems rather superfluous to add a drabble to the heap. But as it happens: It's Important Not To Rush These Things (Four / Romana II, drabble) ] "If you would only move, I might be able to reach my sonic screwdriver," Romana said.
"Move?" The Doctor's expression suggested he'd never encountered the concept before. "Why should I move? I like it here."
"Because we're handcuffed together, and--"
"Yes, very nice. Cosy. Why don't you put your head on my shoulder and have a nap, and then you can give our situation another think."
Romana bowed to the inevitable, and leaned on the Doctor as he'd suggested.
"You're doing this deliberately, aren't you?" she said.
"Really?" He was grinning; she knew even without looking. "Wouldn't that be terrible?"
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Post by Maggadin on Dec 4, 2010 18:47:07 GMT
Well, they do have a fair amount of fic, yes, but nobody really writes it anymore, so I don't think it's superfluous. Anyway, that was lovely! ;D
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Post by jjpor on Dec 5, 2010 0:16:51 GMT
Regarding Six/Victoria, sometimes the old ones are the best ones... ;D
And the Four/Romana was pretty decent too, you know...
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Post by reversethepolarity on Dec 5, 2010 20:15:27 GMT
Ooh, I really liked the Four/Romana one. That was classic Tom. And rather classic Colin, actually. Both a pair of rascals. = )
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Post by johne on Jun 7, 2012 23:49:54 GMT
Couldn't resist one for the epic Sara/Wilf battle and old times' sake:
Come From The Four Winds (drabble) ] "I bring life."
And Sara was standing in the desert, surrounded by sand and dry bones.
"You've got another chance, girl." The voice was the same one that had summoned her from-- wherever she'd been. "There's not many can say that."
Sara looked up. Hovering in midair, some way above her, was the vague shape of an elderly man, surrounded by golden effulgence.
"You're not--" she began.
"No, love, I'm not." The figure began to descend, trailing brilliant motes. "I looked into the heart of the TARDIS. I can see the past and the future. I am the Bad Wilf." [
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Post by jjpor on Jun 9, 2012 12:36:39 GMT
;D
This is one of those rare occasions where you can type "LOL" and it's actually, literally, true. Nice one, johne.
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