Words beneath a dappled sky

In the event of an Emergency...

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

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

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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.

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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.”

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"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 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, 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

Yet didn't his brief-single-lived friends face this mortality every time danger raised its head?

Title: A Weaver's Shuttle
Characters: Three, with mention of Sarah-Jane and the Brigadier
Wordcount: 951
Summary: The Third Doctor faces his possible mortality after the events of 'Spiders'.

A/N: This arose from a drabble prompt 'shuttle' at dw100 but refused to stay drabble-sized.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. - Job 7:6

( Time moves differently when death is near, he thought )
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