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such_heights) wrote2011-06-10 04:49 pm
such_heights) wrote2011-06-10 04:49 pm
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ficlets: jenny/vastra & amy/rory
I was stuck on a train earlier and asked Twitter for prompts. Have two ficlets, one about Vastra and Jenny, one about the time Team Eleven went to visit the Loch Ness Monster. PG-13, no content notes.
Routines, Jenny/Vastra, spoilers for 6x07
It had been unbearably hard at first - awoken before her time, unjustly alone and bereft of her sisters, sentenced by a Time Lord to live out her days amongst the humans. He gave her a perception filter, at least, something to allow her to go about the business of living without the constant fear of arrest, experimentation and death. Yet it still hurt not to be seen as she was, to live a life in shadows, alone and unknown.
All that changed when she met Jenny. Jenny, who did not flinch away when confronted with Vastra's true form, but welcomed her and reached out to touch her skin in wonder. Jenny, who knew more about this strange place and time than Vastra ever would, and helped her to find a real home. Jenny, who introduced her to strange human customs and surprisingly nourishing human delicacies, and who gave Vastra her first real companionship since she'd come above the ground.
Jenny taught her how to live, how to bow and scrape where necessary and therefore win her battles through subtle words. In return, Vastra taught Jenny how to fight, how to hold a sword like an extension of herself. There was a fire in Jenny that Vastra could feel, vibrant potential bursting beneath her skin, and she was determined to unlock it all.
Jenny insisted on starting each morning with tea - a drink Vastra never could acquire a taste for, but she enjoyed the process all the same. She would happily sit by the fire in the kitchen and watch Jenny pour water into a copper kettle, before mixing it with those leaves she loved so much. After that came training, and Vastra took delight in watching Jenny's progress, as she grew stronger and surer with a blade and in herself. When the last exercise was completed to Vastra's satisfaction, Jenny's eyes would be bright, her face shining from effort and her pulse beating hard, a sound Vastra could hear in her bones. She always thought Jenny was at her most beautiful then.
Then came the business of the day - cases to be cracked, leads to be followed, criminals and monsters to be hunted down. Vastra had a sharp strategic mind but she relied on Jenny's insights and her understanding of human behaviour, something Vastra thought she would never equal no matter how many years she lived on the surface. Jenny's steady presence was there to soothe her frustrations when witnesses lied, constables were obstructive, or the trail went cold.
Yet best of all, always, better than the thrill of the hunt or the satisfaction of justice served, was when night drew in, fog curling around their windows and the oil lamps glowing bright. Jenny's smile would grow warm and inviting, and Vastra could no more resist or deny her than she could stop the air entering her lungs. Jenny's body was soft and intricate, and Vastra was endlessly fascinated by how easy it was to bring her to pleasure or pain, or pain turned to pleasure in beautiful ways that made Jenny's breath catch and her body go taut.
This was never the life Vastra imagined for herself - separated from her kind and forced to carve out a life in a time that was never meant to be home. But there was good to be found here, unexpected and wonderfully welcome, and she was sure there were many more things Jenny still had to teach her.
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Nessie, Amy/Rory, the Doctor
"You should wear a kilt, Rory. Kilts are cool." The Doctor proffered one from the TARDIS wardrobe, where there seemed to be rather a lot.
"Definitely cool," Amy agreed.
Rory groaned. "If you're both in on this that's a bad sign." He sighed as Amy continued to look meaningfully at him. "All right, fine. But don't pretend like you want me to wear this because of your cultural heritage, I know you just want to see me in a skirt."
"I do like you in a skirt, it's true."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Humans! Whenever the two of you are done flirting, I will be downstairs and waiting to take you to meet Nessie."
"Nessie," Amy said sceptically. "The Loch Ness Monster is really real, and really called Nessie."
"Well, she probably wouldn't like it very much if you called her a monster, but yes, she does really live in Loch Ness. And makes a mean platter of scones, you have to try them."
The Doctor sauntered off, and Rory laughed. He kicked off his jeans and picked up the kilt, only feeling slightly ridiculous. "Well?" he asked Amy, turning slightly.
"Very nice," she said, reaching over to fiddle with the waistband slightly. "Of course, really you should be wearing my clan tartan, but this will do."
"You know, I'm pretty sure there isn't a Pond clan, much less a Pond clan tartan,"
"Mm, well, we'll have to make one up, then." Amy grinned and kissed him. "I definitely like the idea of you wearing this more often."
Routines, Jenny/Vastra, spoilers for 6x07
It had been unbearably hard at first - awoken before her time, unjustly alone and bereft of her sisters, sentenced by a Time Lord to live out her days amongst the humans. He gave her a perception filter, at least, something to allow her to go about the business of living without the constant fear of arrest, experimentation and death. Yet it still hurt not to be seen as she was, to live a life in shadows, alone and unknown.
All that changed when she met Jenny. Jenny, who did not flinch away when confronted with Vastra's true form, but welcomed her and reached out to touch her skin in wonder. Jenny, who knew more about this strange place and time than Vastra ever would, and helped her to find a real home. Jenny, who introduced her to strange human customs and surprisingly nourishing human delicacies, and who gave Vastra her first real companionship since she'd come above the ground.
Jenny taught her how to live, how to bow and scrape where necessary and therefore win her battles through subtle words. In return, Vastra taught Jenny how to fight, how to hold a sword like an extension of herself. There was a fire in Jenny that Vastra could feel, vibrant potential bursting beneath her skin, and she was determined to unlock it all.
Jenny insisted on starting each morning with tea - a drink Vastra never could acquire a taste for, but she enjoyed the process all the same. She would happily sit by the fire in the kitchen and watch Jenny pour water into a copper kettle, before mixing it with those leaves she loved so much. After that came training, and Vastra took delight in watching Jenny's progress, as she grew stronger and surer with a blade and in herself. When the last exercise was completed to Vastra's satisfaction, Jenny's eyes would be bright, her face shining from effort and her pulse beating hard, a sound Vastra could hear in her bones. She always thought Jenny was at her most beautiful then.
Then came the business of the day - cases to be cracked, leads to be followed, criminals and monsters to be hunted down. Vastra had a sharp strategic mind but she relied on Jenny's insights and her understanding of human behaviour, something Vastra thought she would never equal no matter how many years she lived on the surface. Jenny's steady presence was there to soothe her frustrations when witnesses lied, constables were obstructive, or the trail went cold.
Yet best of all, always, better than the thrill of the hunt or the satisfaction of justice served, was when night drew in, fog curling around their windows and the oil lamps glowing bright. Jenny's smile would grow warm and inviting, and Vastra could no more resist or deny her than she could stop the air entering her lungs. Jenny's body was soft and intricate, and Vastra was endlessly fascinated by how easy it was to bring her to pleasure or pain, or pain turned to pleasure in beautiful ways that made Jenny's breath catch and her body go taut.
This was never the life Vastra imagined for herself - separated from her kind and forced to carve out a life in a time that was never meant to be home. But there was good to be found here, unexpected and wonderfully welcome, and she was sure there were many more things Jenny still had to teach her.
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Nessie, Amy/Rory, the Doctor
"You should wear a kilt, Rory. Kilts are cool." The Doctor proffered one from the TARDIS wardrobe, where there seemed to be rather a lot.
"Definitely cool," Amy agreed.
Rory groaned. "If you're both in on this that's a bad sign." He sighed as Amy continued to look meaningfully at him. "All right, fine. But don't pretend like you want me to wear this because of your cultural heritage, I know you just want to see me in a skirt."
"I do like you in a skirt, it's true."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Humans! Whenever the two of you are done flirting, I will be downstairs and waiting to take you to meet Nessie."
"Nessie," Amy said sceptically. "The Loch Ness Monster is really real, and really called Nessie."
"Well, she probably wouldn't like it very much if you called her a monster, but yes, she does really live in Loch Ness. And makes a mean platter of scones, you have to try them."
The Doctor sauntered off, and Rory laughed. He kicked off his jeans and picked up the kilt, only feeling slightly ridiculous. "Well?" he asked Amy, turning slightly.
"Very nice," she said, reaching over to fiddle with the waistband slightly. "Of course, really you should be wearing my clan tartan, but this will do."
"You know, I'm pretty sure there isn't a Pond clan, much less a Pond clan tartan,"
"Mm, well, we'll have to make one up, then." Amy grinned and kissed him. "I definitely like the idea of you wearing this more often."
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And hee, oh, Rory and Amy and Doctor!
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(Secretly I want the rest of Team Eleven's adventures with Nessie...)
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Bwheeee. <3 I love them so.
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AND RORY AND A KILT AND AMY AND NESSIE AND AWWWWW!
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And and and Rory should be wearing the Pond clan tartan! Of course he should! Awwwww.
PS, did you know there is for realsies an episode of Doctor Who with the Loch Ness monster in it? It turned out that the Loch Ness monster was a . . . robot? I think? A not terribly convincing giant robot dinosaur? Controlled by intelligent fish-people who were trying to . . . do something? Take over the planet? I don't know, Sarah Jane was there, it's the one where she's actually writing an article for JOURNALISM. And the Brigadier is there too. Actually, the Brigadier totally wore a kilt! I remember the important parts.
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Er, my era, all right? :)
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And oooh, clearly this needs to be high on my Classic Who to-watch list, that sounds AMAZING.
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team!Tardis and their search for a Pond Tartan is lovely. :)
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I would like to volunteer my clan's tartan for the Ponds:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clan_Moffat
It's not anything fancy, but it does have a nice connection, seeing as how I assume (based on his name, I haven't done the genealogy) that their creator is also a clan member. My family came to the States a few generations ago, but I still like to pretend that we are a little bit related. ;)
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Hee, Rory in a kilt. Awesome ;o)
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But, and it's a big BUT, the Vastra/Jenny fic was really all that was needed :)
It's just perfect. As someone else said, I think it's my favourite for this pairing so far.
I love how you've drawn the picture that, the doctor may have given her 'a human life' but it's Jenny that has given her 'a humanity'. And the love they share, I think, is palpable.
Perfect.
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The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Humans! Whenever the two of you are done flirting, I will be downstairs and waiting to take you to meet Nessie."
Oh, Doctor! THat is adorable and dorky and probably true, and so lovely. As is Amy and Rory flirting, and comments of a Pond clan (because, hee, no tartan but it's definitely the family name), and so cute.
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