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such_heights) wrote2008-06-15 02:49 pm
such_heights) wrote2008-06-15 02:49 pm
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In Progress
There is an Impromptu Pep Talk Meme going round! Cheerlead the writers and artists and designers of fandom as they soldier on with projects. You can find me here as I boggle at all the different things I'm trying to write just at the moment. [eta: now, err, with working links]
Here, have some snippets from some of the non-exchange WiPs that are at least semi-currently being written. All Doctor Who, no spoilers past 4x05.
A UNIT-ish Martha/Tom story, or, how exactly did that happen, then?
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Martha shrugs. "As for me, well. Not a lot to say, really, came here straight out of medical school."
"Ah. Now, see, people only say things like that in our line of work because they've got rather more going on than most. Look at me?"
Martha glances up and Charlie looks at her thoughtfully for a while. Martha smiles a little, awkward under the scrutiny, but she knows Charlie's security clearance and she's got nothing to hide.
"Mm," Charlie says, "you've got that look about you. Starstruck, I guess I'd call it. Like you've seen things you're still not sure you quite believe, somewhere up there." She gestures up at the afternoon sky. "We get people like you from time to time, who get bumped up through the ranks and know things no civilian should. And, well. There's usually only one way that happens."
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Horrifically belated Rose/Martha fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
churchontime: our heroes have found themselves in a strange land, beset by cats wielding pitchforks!
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"And you--?"
"I travelled with him, just for a while."
Rose nodded. "God, there's so much I want to. . . but now's not exactly the best time, really, is it?"
"Probably not, no." Martha peered as far forwards as she could. "The terrain's flat for miles, I don't think making a run for it's really going to work out."
"Well, you never know. Maybe they really don't want to eat us. I mean, last time we ran into cats they were doing these awful medical experiments, but there's no call to make judgements."
Martha looked over at Rose, whose mouth was quirking. She met her eye and burst out laughing.
"You will continue walking," a cat snapped, stepping between them.
As silence fell, Martha ducked her head to keep her amusement to herself. Even by her own warped standards of sanity, this was entirely mad. She heard something that might have been a giggle from Rose's direction.
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And then there's this one (5000 words and counting) which has been eating my brain for a good while now, a somewhat epic intergalactic Jack/Doctor story:
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Jack doesn't even know how to measure his age any more - he doesn't want to in any case. But he's been around for a long, long time when it starts happening, when the Earth begins to move beneath his feet. He doesn't notice straight away, because in a life that's lived at breakneck pace it's a rare thing indeed just to stand, to think, to be aware.
He's standing at Cardiff Bay, watching the hoverships go whizzing past, waiting for a delivery, and underneath the hum of engines and the crashing waves he feels it, the ground spinning beneath him. He clutches at a railing, startled, then shuts his eyes in an attempt to regain his balance. Instead, in the darkness, his stomach lurches because the whole world is plummeting, careening wildly through galaxies and constellations, faster than he can think but he sees it all anyway.
It's terrifying, and when he stumbles back into base he's pale and shaking
Over the following decades, the whole of creation seems to fall apart and come together anew, reshaped. He sees time, and starlight, misted possibilities and definite points, and all the while he becomes acutely aware of himself at the centre of it, immutable and utterly, entirely wrong.
When he sees the Doctor again, he has new questions.
---
Here, have some snippets from some of the non-exchange WiPs that are at least semi-currently being written. All Doctor Who, no spoilers past 4x05.
A UNIT-ish Martha/Tom story, or, how exactly did that happen, then?
---
Martha shrugs. "As for me, well. Not a lot to say, really, came here straight out of medical school."
"Ah. Now, see, people only say things like that in our line of work because they've got rather more going on than most. Look at me?"
Martha glances up and Charlie looks at her thoughtfully for a while. Martha smiles a little, awkward under the scrutiny, but she knows Charlie's security clearance and she's got nothing to hide.
"Mm," Charlie says, "you've got that look about you. Starstruck, I guess I'd call it. Like you've seen things you're still not sure you quite believe, somewhere up there." She gestures up at the afternoon sky. "We get people like you from time to time, who get bumped up through the ranks and know things no civilian should. And, well. There's usually only one way that happens."
---
Horrifically belated Rose/Martha fic for
churchontime: our heroes have found themselves in a strange land, beset by cats wielding pitchforks!---
"And you--?"
"I travelled with him, just for a while."
Rose nodded. "God, there's so much I want to. . . but now's not exactly the best time, really, is it?"
"Probably not, no." Martha peered as far forwards as she could. "The terrain's flat for miles, I don't think making a run for it's really going to work out."
"Well, you never know. Maybe they really don't want to eat us. I mean, last time we ran into cats they were doing these awful medical experiments, but there's no call to make judgements."
Martha looked over at Rose, whose mouth was quirking. She met her eye and burst out laughing.
"You will continue walking," a cat snapped, stepping between them.
As silence fell, Martha ducked her head to keep her amusement to herself. Even by her own warped standards of sanity, this was entirely mad. She heard something that might have been a giggle from Rose's direction.
---
And then there's this one (5000 words and counting) which has been eating my brain for a good while now, a somewhat epic intergalactic Jack/Doctor story:
---
Jack doesn't even know how to measure his age any more - he doesn't want to in any case. But he's been around for a long, long time when it starts happening, when the Earth begins to move beneath his feet. He doesn't notice straight away, because in a life that's lived at breakneck pace it's a rare thing indeed just to stand, to think, to be aware.
He's standing at Cardiff Bay, watching the hoverships go whizzing past, waiting for a delivery, and underneath the hum of engines and the crashing waves he feels it, the ground spinning beneath him. He clutches at a railing, startled, then shuts his eyes in an attempt to regain his balance. Instead, in the darkness, his stomach lurches because the whole world is plummeting, careening wildly through galaxies and constellations, faster than he can think but he sees it all anyway.
It's terrifying, and when he stumbles back into base he's pale and shaking
Over the following decades, the whole of creation seems to fall apart and come together anew, reshaped. He sees time, and starlight, misted possibilities and definite points, and all the while he becomes acutely aware of himself at the centre of it, immutable and utterly, entirely wrong.
When he sees the Doctor again, he has new questions.
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