written_leaves: (tardis)
Title: Knowing her Place
Characters: the TARDIS
Wordcount: 1527
Summary: That old Type 40 never did fit in. Now it would never be of use again, such a shame, such a shame. A look at the TARDIS just before the Doctor found her.

A/N: written for [livejournal.com profile] everloyal, who loves the relationship between the Doctor and his ship.

It’s too unruly, I tell you. I might even say rebellious. )
written_leaves: (three)
"Ah, did we catch him at last?" the Rani purred, patting her TARDIS' console proudly.

Title: Cake and the Rani
Characters: Three, Ten, Delgado!Master and the Rani with a sprinkle of UNIT
Wordcount: 11,365 in 8 chapters
Summary: In which the Master takes up baking, Three disapproves of his culinary planning and Ten loses his britches with the help of the Rani. No TARDISes were harmed in the making of this fic.

A/N: This is a story that grew out of an exceedingly unlikely beginning, in which my dear and slightly deranged fellow fans at a forum called 'Death by Asprin' engendered a request for a story featuring Ten, naked and covered in cake, chained to Three with both of them captive by the Master and Ten hiding under Three's cape at some point. Now some of you may have had the vast enjoyment of reading [livejournal.com profile] jjpor's resulting crackfic, "Let them Eat Cake" - and if you haven't I highly recommend it - but this one isn't as cracky... still, if you have any curiosity of how in the world such an ungainly scene could show up in a quasi-serious tale, and if you wanted there to be an explanation for how Ten could have ended up that way, you are invited to read on. This is very, very low on the smut-o-meter, just so you know lest any readers have their expectation disappointed. ;-)

I've never written for Ten before, so I thank my beta, [livejournal.com profile] everloyal both for her numerous plot suggestions and for her checking over the dialogue for me.

Cake and the Rani at Teaspoon

Cake and the Rani at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (explosives)
It's what you might call 'cosmopolitan' but only in a limited way, since most of the cosmos isn't really represented, but for Earth it's quite nice, yes, quite nice.

Title: Reciprocal Quandaries
Characters: Two, Jamie, Polly, Ben
Wordcount: 33,161 in 13 chapters
Summary: Two, Ben, Polly and Jamie pause for a bit of restful holiday at the 1900 Paris Exposition - or so they wished.

A/N: Originally written for the tardis_gen ficathon here on LJ to fulfill a prompt by [livejournal.com profile] wishfulaces, this might be termed a 'straight-up historical' - for in spite of it being in Two's 'monster-ful' era this tale features a bit of intrigue at the 1900 Paris Exposition in which monsters might be noted only by their absence. Of course, who needs things like that when you have good old-fashioned human nature to deal with?

The one caveat here is the reader must be prepared to swallow a large coincidence - but probably not much larger than others we've seen (ala Black Orchid, Enemy of the World, etc.).

This took quite a lot of historical research though only a fraction of it is shown in the story, but I enjoy that sort of thing. As to the featured inventors: Rudolf Diesel is pretty much as he was, Hubert Booth has been aged about thirty years, allowed a better exhibition slot and given a granddaughter.

Reciprocal Quandaries at Teaspoon

Reciprocal Quandaries at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (tardis)
A TARDIS! Let me in! Please, I beg you for the love of God, hide me!

Title: Unnecessary Vector
Characters: Two, Jamie, Victoria, the Meddling Monk
Wordcount: 10,386 in five chapters
Summary: Someone is meddling with Sir Isaac Newton's timeline - oh dear oh dear oh dear.

A/N: My subtitle for this story would be Circumductus - that is, to 'lead around' (with the implication of a shortcut or a trick). It seemed fitting to their unwelcome guest, but too 'obscure' for a good title itself. Still...there you are.

Link to this story at Teaspoon

Unnecessary Vector at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (tardis)
She's stuck together with bubblegum and rubberbands...among other things.

Title: Parts
Characters: Doctors One through Seven with assorted companions
Wordcount: 5,051 in seven chapters
Summary: It's a wonder the TARDIS was still holding together after all this time - of course, she'd had plenty of creative repairs. First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh Doctors with companions, but not all at the same time.

Link to Parts at Teaspoon

Link to Parts at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (writing)
How dare they.

Title: Too Long in a Cage
Characters: One, Two, Three, Four with cameos by Susan, the Brig and Sarah-Jane
Wordcount: 1,393
Summary: Did they really think they could hold him? A set of vignettes examining the Doctor's status as a renegade.

A/N: This set of somewhat introspective portraits began as a drabble, but - not unlike the Doctor - it would not be contained in quite so brief a place. 'Two' is set at the end of War Games, 'Four' at the beginning of Robot.

Link to all four in a set at Teaspoon

One )
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Two )
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Three )
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Four )
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written_leaves: (bessie)
In which Bessie saves the day

Titles: A Custom Vehicle, A Custom Order, A Custom Design and A Mysterious Customer
Characters: Third Doctor, Jo, the Brigadier, Benton, Yates, the Master and UNIT
Wordcount:
A Custom Vehicle - 11,104
A Custom Order - 17,387
A Custom Design - 17,987
A Mysterious Customer - approx. 35,000
Summary: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart faces an unwelcome government audit, surely a good excuse to chase after aliens in the English countryside.

A/N: I have serious vehicle-love for Bessie, surely one of the best heroic cars ever. The first story started out as a singular tale in homage to Bessie's awesomeness, then grew into a three-episode-arc. I'm not entirely sure there won't eventually be a fourth one either! They are 'classic episode' style, about 6 fat chapters apiece. These are loosely set in the time where his TARDIS being inoperational, the Doctor began pouring his restless tinkering into a little yellow car instead. References are made to the First Doctor serial War Machines. There is one recurring OC, a government aide by the name of John Babcock. Only the last one includes the Master, as it seemed obligatory to let him make a showing, it being Three's era.

Links to each story in the series at Teaspoon: (they may also be found at Fanfiction.net and AO3)

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart faces an unwelcome government audit, surely a good excuse to chase after aliens in the English countryside.
A Custom Vehicle

Aliens, strange machines, a quarry and forgotten military tunnels in England! It must be Three and Jo again. And yes, this Cold War era underground city really does exist in Corsham - truth is stranger than fiction.
A Custom Order

Bessie is missing! Why, and what will become of her? Is the fate of Britain involved? Of course.
A Custom Design

Dragons are mysteriously appearing in the countryside and UNIT must investigate. Does Bessie hold the key?
A Mysterious Customer


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written_leaves: (jo)
Something a little longer -

Title: The Shining Furrow
Characters: Three, Jo, the Brigadier, Benton, UNIT
Wordcount: 34,520 (in a prologue and 13 chapters)
Summary: An out-of-season meteorite in Trelissick, Cornwall, a missing man and missing ferns; the Doctor and Jo have a puzzling, dangerous riddle to solve.

A/N: This tale, quite strangely, arose from reading one of my favorite classic poems by Tennyson. I expect the storyline is not even remotely like anything Tennyson had in mind when he penned it, but nonetheless I have used it for my guide. You will find its lines at the opening for each of the chapters. Apologies to any non-whovian Tennyson-lovers.

Photos of Trelissick tower and the Fal may be found at Folly Towers: http://www.follytowers.com/trelissick.html

This is a personal favorite and also one that meant plenty of (mostly enjoyable) research on the nature of fractals, meteors and Trelissick gardens, Cornwall. Nothing like writing to expand the horizons on unexpected topics. For the most part it is 'adventure' and mystery in approach with a few undertones of somewhat serious Three-Jo fluff tucked in for which I'll give it the 'romance' tag though it barely qualifies. This has been called a "missing episode" by some, and for that I am greatly complimented. Enjoy the read.

The Shining Furrow at Teaspoon

The Shining Furrow at AO3

Or at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (bessie)
Drabbles!

Not only worse than potato chips, but nearly as numerous. Drabbles are (of course) 100 words, no more, no less and my drabbles are usually pretty exact in their count though the various sites automatic 'wordcount' things give varying numbers, I count them by hand before posting (titles not included).

These are all for Doctor Who - My collection of Tolkien drabbles are earlier in this journal, just click the tags to find them.

Here's most of the collection in a jumbled order at Teaspoon and an Open Mind (inclusive of occasional other Doctors beyond 1, 2 and 3):

Snatches of an Old-Fashioned Coat

Or, if you prefer, I keep them collected by Doctor for One, Two and Three at fanfiction.net:

First Doctor:
Snatches of a Mischievous Grandfather

Second Doctor:
Snatches of a Rumpled Genius

Third Doctor:
Snatches of a Velvet Coat

If I accumulate enough, I expect there'll eventually be collections for Four and Seven as well.
written_leaves: (writing)
They may turn their eyes upon you,
And blaze down upon your
Unprotected
heart.


I don't quite know how to describe what this means - the emotive image was an overlap between Sam's star he sought in the skies of Mordor, and the aversion such purity of light that came to Smeagol over the years, along with the pure starlight of the phial that shone to protect them from darkness. Weave it together and starlight both purifies and wounds:

Starlit Scars
Do not deal lightly with the stars )
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written_leaves: (illumination)
Your heart was ever seaward, beloved

One for the loss that Elrond faced when his Celebrian, wounded and sorrowed, turned away from him to find her healing over the sea, followed by a shaped 'concrete' poem from Celebrian's view of her longing to escape, more properly formatted the wave-shaped stanzas are smoother.

Seaward
See how the waves lift their arms to the sun )
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Waves
This )
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The Havens

Dec. 22nd, 2009 10:10 pm
written_leaves: (writing)
Weep
For those seeking the Havens,
For the land will be barren of much that was fair.


Another 'musical' one, this time for the Grey Havens and if I were a writer of music I would perhaps place it to an Irish tune with a lilt for the sea.

The Havens
There’s a waiting ship )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Farewell dear Love, it's bittersweet...
One last look at the barren, cold grass,
The white-starred elanor long departed

Two more from the Appendices, as an aged Aragorn chooses the ending of his days and says farewell to his Queen, who then seeks an ending of her own, in her own way. The first is written in couplets, the second in a free prose that gives an overview of their lives together.

Ending
At the ending of all my days )
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Falling Leaves
In an unending springtime she pledged her troth )
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written_leaves: (writing)
So easy to intimidate, so simple to control.
What will you do
When one of them grows greater?


Words spoken by both Gandalf and Saruman of what Frodo had become - a look at the Scouring of the Shire and the 'show down' that was not what Sharkey expected.

You have Grown
I would have him find his healing )
written_leaves: (writing)
Behold the ruin, the ravaged Shire,
The trees are felled and burned with fire


Two for the ravaged Shire - what a terrible loss, and what a terrible, vengeful blow they found upon their homecoming. Merry 'should have stuffed that pouch down his throat' as he said.

Scouring
Alas for the shade and the loam )
-
The Party Tree
Eyes that had faced down great evil unflinching now burst into tears )
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written_leaves: (illumination)
You’re the one
Who must be strong,
Your heart must beat and strive for two;
In the depths of deepest need
Death cannot reach
The Shire’s life yet green in you.


One more for Sam at Sammath Naur - because darn it, he's that amazing. This is written in a pattern with a refrain, and if I were a musical person would be one of a handful I would probably try to write a tune for.

Steadfast
With steadfast heart you stand by me )
-
written_leaves: (writing)
I pity you, that your hopes yet live;
I am sorry that I must see
Them die.


Of the two lives left on that mountain, only one of them was ready to live - and really, he was the only reason for the other to even bother with drawing another breath.

Not Remembering
It is better this way, Sam; the not remembering )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Even as he sought to hold it,
His fate was surely sealed.
He reached for his life, but only Death took his hand,
In a grip that he had not the strength to break.


Gollum makes his final move and is cursed by the very thing he desires.

The word "doom" is one of those odd things in the English language that has such a dark and fateful meaning but sounds a bit silly. I immediately think of cartoonish The End is Nigh type monks waving wooden signs and chanting "Dooom! Doooooooom!" which makes it difficult to use in serious poetry. I finally chose to use it here because Tolkien chose it specifically and used it specifically and nothing else really quite works. Was it fate or a bane? No, not quite...it really was doom.

Touch of Doom
Yes, he knew it all too well and deep )
-
written_leaves: (booktower)
I'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.


Nearly to the goal but exhausted and overcome, Frodo's helplessness in the grip of darkness and Sam's faithfulness to see them both through to the end.

Carrying
For your sake I will spend my last breath )
-
Slopes of Ash
How can I bear your eyes aching for tears when none will come - I want to feel pity for you, Sam, but I cannot... )
-
written_leaves: (illumination)
When death is nigh and storms abound
Deep within my heart
I find your words.


Two for Sam, who persevered. The first is for his Gaffer, without whose horse-sense wisdom he would have been adrift and the second for the intensity he dealt with in watching his Master falling deeper beneath his burden and into the edges of madness. Gaffer is somewhat based on a song by Michael Card that he wrote for his own grandfather.

Gaffer
You never knew how much I'd need your words )
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Stranger
A stranger is watching me from your eyes )
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