written_leaves: (bilbo)
The results of a meme that has you pick five fandoms and assigns five random lines of poetry for the prompts. It was supposed to be 50-word snatches, but mine refused to shoehorn any smaller than standard drabble sized.

I chose All Creatures Great and Small, Doctor Who (One's era), LOTR, The Scarlet Pimpernel and Watership Down.

Five drabbles under the cut )
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written_leaves: (brig)
A small round of drabbling going by as I've revisited a favorite era with a friend who had never seen them before. First a bit of humor regarding the ridiculousness of some of the creatures encountered, then one nod for lost_spook's favorite pair and two for Three and Sarah Jane.

Title: And to Top it off, No One Believes Me
Characters: Jo Grant, Mike Yates
Prompt: 333: grievance
Summary:  Post-Peladon, Jo finally gets her night out with Mike.
-- One minute you're going out...the next thing you know... )
Title: In Good Hands
Characters: Liz, the Brigadier
Prompt: 336: transfer
Summary: Where on Earth could be safer?
-- I want a transfer... )

Title: Rebuild that Sand Castle (it never fell)
Characters: Three, Sarah-Jane
Summary: Sarah-Jane may need a vacation from their vacation.  (set just after Death to the Daleks, prompt 'happy place')
--

Sunshine and warmth seemed impossible )

Title: Relative to Who
Characters: Three, Sarah-Jane
Summary: Smith and Smith.  No relation.  Maybe. (prompt: admission)
--

I'm Doctor Smith... )
written_leaves: (booktower)
Two drabbles recently gone by to tuck in here, one from a random generator list at DbyA that featured Eight/Jo in it's mixing:

Title: Eight Times better than Brazil
Characters: Eight, Jo
Rating: G
Summary:Coming back home can be mutual.

She was a little older and a little wiser in what risks she was willing to take with her life, or with her heart. He was a little older and wiser himself, and much in need of someone who could be there to lift his spirits, to bring him back to a joy of living, exploring.

And what a joy it had been, once more. How well they’d rediscovered now that the sweet spark had not been extinguished by the years. Together they were healed and renewed before a kaleidoscopic universe.

Besides, Jo had always loved the feel of velvet.

---

Title: You Look like a Queen
Characters: : Four, Romana II
Rating: G
Summary: Never judge a book by its cover. Or even assume it's a book. (prompt 324: gape)

The Doctor gaped. “Romana, you can’t keep changing bodies like that. It’s disturbing. It upsets the balance of the cosmos, confuses the fashion world. Wig-makers and plastic surgeons everywhere’ll be in revolt. The ginger hair is especially atrocious and whatever were you thinking deciding on that hideous collar?”

She raised her chin. “How dare you address me thus, sir?”

“Oh come, Romana. You don’t have to add the snotty, overbearing persona, I mean, just because you’ve made a horrible, immature decision and looked like Queen Elizabeth…” Someone small and blonde tugged at his sleeve.

“Doctor.”

“What, Romana?”

“I’m over here.”

--
written_leaves: (Default)
I seem to be on a roll... either that or this is all my Muse can handle at the moment. Three more, one for each of my favorites again:

Title: Definitely the Water
Characters: Vicki, One
Summary: Oh yes, that’s it, you know what Romans were like. (Prompt 'twitterpated')
They seemed so sensible... )
--
Title: Face It
Characters: Two, Jamie
Summary: It's not something he'd ever wanted to practice.
(reference to the 'other Jamie' of The Mind Robber, prompt 'fairy tale')

How could y' do this to me? )
--


Title: Priorities
Characters: Three, the Master
Summary: Even in times of danger, he remembered what was truly important. (prompt 'steam')
Your face gives you away... )
--
written_leaves: (pen)
Plugging along through longer WIPs I found a need to finish *something* hence a set of three drabbles to touch base with my neglected friend [livejournal.com profile] dw100.

First, my favorite of the batch:
Title: Hold Me
Characters: Ian, Barbara
Wordcount: 100
Summary: Just making their way through this adventure together, prompt 'tremor'.

Hold Me )

A bit of humor -
Title: Next Time Just Order a Cake
Characters: Two, Jamie and Zoe
Wordcount: 100
Summary: These look a little too familiar. (Reference to ‘The Seeds of Death’, prompt bloom)

Oh dear... )
And finally, a tiny bit that wants to turn into a tale but I'm tamping it down.
Title: Nearly Sweet as Water
Characters: Three and Jo
Wordcount: 100
Summary: Sheltered from more than the sun.
A/N: A brushing of Three-Jo fluff for starflower, prompt cool.

It was a strange thing... )
written_leaves: (tardis)
Another addition to my Titles in a Box set, now that Ten's run is over. [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook very rightly pointed out that he still needed to have his done, so here they are with mixed amounts of sensibility. Every word of every episode shoehorned into drabbles - split into three sections according to season as he had so many episodes. As with the other Doctors, I've allowed for one wild card word that doesn't fit in for each which then becomes the title.

Reunion and Two Others )
written_leaves: (amused)
For [livejournal.com profile] curuchamion, whose comment regarding her icon of Three with a blue penguin 'hat' on his head was that he was much more patient about having a penguin on his head than the Brigadier would be. I took this for a (tiny) writing challenge.

Egging On (a double-drabble)
--
“You’d not be pecked so much if you’d be quiet,” the Doctor rebuked mildly.

“You truly expect me to be quiet when there’s a penguin sitting on my head?” the Brigadier groused – again.

“If you want to be warm, yes.” The Doctor said softly. He looked up at the sky, taking care not to tip his own off. “As I said, they’re the only heat source we’ll find here. Just be glad their instinct to warm anything egg-shaped is working.”

The Brigadier shifted where he was hunkered in the snow, two large sleepy penguins against his back, and rolled an eye up at his unusual headgear. It clicked, honked and settled down over him again. “I’m not egg-shaped and when are those infernal snowmobiles going to get here? Ow. Ow!”

The Doctor smiled. Nearly all had now moved over to him, as he only occasionally made little penguin noises at them.

“This is ridiculous!” the Brigadier grumbled. “Ow!” His penguin, apparently just as fed up with it as he was, jumped off, shook its head at him and waddled away, the other two following. They added to the penguins circled around the Doctor, who watched him shiver and smirked.

--
written_leaves: (brig)
One more that just occurred...they keep doing that.

Of course, who says the affable Sgt. Benton might not have had a family on the side somewhere? And that he might not be so affable about Ten not properly appreciating that accomplishment in its entirety?


Deuce It

“But - you can’t take only one of them,” John Benton objected.

“Look, I appreciate that you’re being all fatherly and familial and all that,” the Doctor said, backing away. “But I only need one. I mean, I really appreciate your being willing to give him your blessings…”

Them. You’re not splitting them up!”

“But they’re identical!” the Doctor protested. “I don’t want identical companions. Can you imagine the confusion…”

“Yes I can,” smiled Benton, but he was still firm. “Nevertheless, both or none.”

“Nonsense! One for me, one for you.”

“Alistair! Gordon! Come on lads, show’s off.”

“Aw, Daaaaad,” they chorused.

Goodbye Doctor.”

-
written_leaves: (fred)
Of course, Barbara and Ian's household could hardly be overlooked - but then, neither could his own former behaviour.

Irreconcilable Differences

Barbara gasped. “But we’ll never see him again!”

Ian frowned in concern, keeping a hand to his son’s shoulder.

“Bosh, of course you will,” the Doctor assured, bouncing confidently. “I’m much better at steering now.”

Barbara peered in at the tangled nearly unrecognizable mess that was the TARDIS. “Can it even be steered? Ian, look at it! There’s no way I’m going to let our son go off in that.

“Oi!” the Doctor protested, insulted.

“Absolutely not, Doctor,” Ian stated. “John stays here. Who knows where he’d end up otherwise; remember you never did get us home.”

Picky, picky,” he sighed.

--
written_leaves: (bessie)
After all, nostalgia for youthful adventures only goes so far... another in the 'It will Come for your Children series'.

Ah, Memories

“Are you sure, Mum?” the petite young woman asked, considering the grinning tall man beside his blue box.

“Of course! Go on,” Jo said, “Just don’t stray too far from the TARDIS. And don’t let anyone hypnotize you. If a man says he’s the Master, run. Oh, and watch out for strange plants, they can be quite nasty, especially fungus. Stay away from…um, just about anything alien, really, some are quite… and… you know, on the other hand, no! No, stop! You’re grounded!”

“But Jo!” the Doctor protested.

“Sorry, Doctor, but it’s all coming back to me now. Shoo!”

--
written_leaves: (tardis)
Another for the "It will Come for your Children" series - I always favored the idea that after Season 6B the Doctor would have dropped Jamie off someplace safe, like at Victoria's house. ;-)

Appearance’s Sake

“What d’ye mean y’ saw a great blue box?” Jamie asked his son. The lad was nearly eye-to-eye with him but his imagination ran even higher.

“Just like in your stories!” the boy insisted.

“Did anyone come out of it?”

“Aye, a tall, strapping man. He said he wanted me t’ go with him.”

“Tall? Not a wee chappie, yea high?” Jamie measured with his hand, his brow furrowed.

“No. Then Mum said I wasn’t t’ go and chased him off with a hat-pin!”

Jamie nodded. Obviously an imposter, and Victoria always did have fine lot of common sense.

--
written_leaves: (explosives)
Looking back at the fun [livejournal.com profile] dbsklyer, [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook and I were having with extending the concept of Ten rummaging around for new companions in the progeny of his former ones, I've decided it's worth it to set them up as a drabble series at Teaspoon - the others will be added as they become available, and anyone is welcome to take a turn at the wheel. So far we have Tegan, Vicki, Ben and Polly, Harry, Liz and the Brig - so let's add a touch of Leela.

It Will Come for your Children: the Series

Savage Re Dux

The teen girl screamed; the quiet bushes suddenly exploded beside them catching even the Doctor, who thought he'd been ready, off-guard. He was knocked from his feet.

On his back with a razor-honed knife at his throat, he tried an innocent smile.

"Hello Leela. You've aged well."

"You again, Old One," the middle-aged woman hissed.

"Now, now, I only wanted one teensy little..."

"Child poacher!"

"Only one! You practically had an entire tribe of your own, what's one..."

"MOTH-errrr," the girl complained as Leela abandoned her prey and towed her away. "We were just going hunting!"

"That one should hunt alone."
written_leaves: (explosives)
In the event of an Emergency...

Title: This is your Captain Speaking
Characters: Five, Tegan, the TARDIS
Wordcount: 100

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook, the prompt being Five, Tegan and Locked up as usual, all his fault.

--

She was locked in her room again, entirely his fault.

She always seemed so sensible and strong; he relied on her to maintain the ship’s balance. She was the Crew to his Captain, the one who kept the passengers in line.

Yes, they’d seen a few bad scenes. Wasn’t she trained to deal with emergencies? No handy inflatable ramps, but they weren’t needed. He even had peanut packets.

He nudged the TARDIS, hinting Tegan shouldn’t stay alone quite so long. He should be allowed access to tell her all the clever things he’d been thinking.

The door remained locked. Women.

--


With it comes the 'other one' that popped up while I was trying to write the above - it lacks the 'locked' prompt, but I found it mildly amusing:

I Think I Used to Work for Those

“I’m freezing my bazongas off!”

The Doctor glanced over, preoccupied with yanking on something in his hands. “You should dress warmer; Australian climate is a rarity in the universe.”

“It’s not like the entire universe plays Cricket either.”

He fell to pulling at the object with his teeth. “Oh, I don’t know. You’d be surprised the places it turns up.”

“What is that?”

“Peanuts! Just the right level of proteins and salt. Stops this Ice Virus from infecting any more villages. Except…I can’t seem to open it.”

“Give it here.” Tegan rolled her eyes. “I can save the world.”

--
written_leaves: (explosives)
vworp...vworp...

Title: It Will Come for your Children
Characters: Ten, Polly, Ben
Wordcount: 100
Summary: But they *look* so much like you did when you were younger.

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] fantom_fan who asked for Ten and Polly - Ben just sort of added himself to the mix spontaneously.

--

“You aren’t taking him.” Polly was very firm. “It’s far too dangerous, traveling with you.”

“Weeelll, I admit some things happened, but it wasn’t all bad, was it? Thought you’d like him getting to see the stars...”

“Ben!” Polly yelled, her hand clutching her son’s shirt. “Ben, he’s back!”

A wiry, blonde man catapulted into the flat. “Hands off!” he said. “Go poach someone else’s children, Doctor. None of ours are going off to be monster bait.”

“But Mum…” the teenaged boy complained.

“Maybe the older girl…?”

“No!”

“Sorry, sorry,” the Doctor sighed. “You know, Sarah-Jane said the same thing.”

--
written_leaves: (illumination)
To every thing there is a season

Title: This Shining Ember Burns my Hand
Characters: Beren and Luthien
Wordcount: 100

A/N: To everything there is a season - a small gem for Beren and his Luthien written for [livejournal.com profile] siradaono. Nominated for MEFA, 2010.

--

When at last he met her eyes again it was like falling into the sea. Wild and shining and deep with an ancient love he could barely comprehend; a jewel of the heavens that he’d captured with the net of his heart. The star forever upon his brow.

Why, he wondered, were all the finest and brightest things in life so rendered with pain, if only in the knowing the years would so soon be lost?

She was a plucked flower in his hand, beautiful and perfect and beginning even now to die.

Yet it was she that had chosen.

--
written_leaves: (writing)
Did she ever look back?

Title: My Sun was Always Setting
Characters: Barbara, Susan
Wordcount: 100
Summary: There's no sky like that of your childhood.

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] john_elliott, who offered the prompt of Barbara with Susan being 'alien'.
--

The girl was in the library again. Barbara Wright quietly opened the door. “Susan,” she called. “It’s time to go home. The building is being locked up for the night.”

Susan Foreman looked back at her with a detached, strangely dreamy look on her face. “Have you seen the sunset?” she asked.

Barbara frowned, but joined her by the window. “Very pretty,” she observed.

“The colours here are so different,” Susan said softly. “I do like the blue. But the orange of the sunset…”

Miss Wright looked askance at her faraway eyes, curious. “Yes?”

“It makes me so very homesick.”

---
written_leaves: (bessie)
When I say run...

Title: Distillate of Starshine
Characters: Three and Liz
Wordcount: 100

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] curuchamion who requested a touch of cuddle for Three and Liz.

--

Liz sat back on the little roadster’s seat wishing she could to pull off her unfortunately fashionable boots so she could rub at her sore feet.

“You all right?” the Doctor didn’t even appear winded by this galloping after alien beings. If anything he looked exhilarated by it, so bright and smiling.

“Just cold.”

What would it be like to stay like this, she thought, the challenges and strangeness and the running, always running. She leaned back against his warm velvet, allowing him to block the cold wind from her shivering frame, just sharing what she could of his life.

--
written_leaves: (tardis)
Shoehorning them in

Title: Titles in a Box
Characters: Doctors One through Seven plus Nine with assorted companions
Wordcount: 1200 plus titles and commentary.
Summary: A collection in which all of the titles from the various Doctor's eras are gathered, stuffed or wrangled with varying intelligibilty into drabbles.

A/N: This was a self-challenge to see if I could wrangle all of the titles of each Doctor's era into drabble form and still (sort of kind of) make some sense. Some of them - such as Four most notably - needed more than one drabble to pull it off. I allowed for one "wildcard" leftover word that then became the title for each one.

Titles in a Box at Teaspoon

Titles in a Box at Ff.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.

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