Words beneath a dappled sky

"It's just not fair, is it?"

Title: Doesn't Even Throw a Shadow
Characters: Yates, with, Jo, Three and Benton
Wordcount: 600
Summary: Captain Yates wishes he could capture just a little of Jo's attention, if only the Doctor weren't outclassing him. A short ficlet for Mike's sad plight.

A/N: Poor old Mike. Ever since he lost that date that Jo even dressed up for just because the Doctor abruptly swept her away to another planet, I’ve felt a little sorry for him. He never stood a chance. I blame this ficlet on lost_spook who made me go look at my plot-bunnies and hence rediscover this one.

( He knew she was only being polite. But... )

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 john_elliott, who offered the prompt of Barbara with Susan being 'alien'.
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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.”

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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 everloyal, who loves the relationship between the Doctor and his ship.

( It’s too unruly, I tell you. I might even say rebellious. )

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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Cliff, these bugs are driving me crazy.

Title: Little Things
Characters: Jo and Cliff Jones, with reference to Three
Wordcount: 1,324
Summary: It's the little things, like insects and fungi and trust.

A/N: My apologies to any who preferred to believe Jo's rushed marriage turned out well - I've never been able to picture Jo down in the Amazon for very long, especially when she may have married Cliff for some of the wrong reasons and found he was all too human.

( She didn't reply; this exchange had gone around too many times already. )
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The Earth ticked.

Title: Like Clockwork
Characters: Three
Wordcount: 307
Summary: He's going to be here for a long, long time.

( He usually managed to forget it )
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He said I was meant to be whole,
And that wholeness surrounds me;
I must find a way to soak it into my heart.

And finally - "I'm back"....

This brings the 'story' to its ending for my poetry listings that follow the events of the books in order, but there are a handful more to follow, some observations, thoughts and bits from the appendices.

Back Home
( Entering, I gather her in )
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The Shire has flowered after the war.
Like waking from a dream...
Coming back to what is familiar

The shock of peacetime after the shock of war, how can the pieces of the old life be picked up again?

Falling Asleep Again
( Coming home in a windswept night )
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Alone amidst many, yet surrounded I am

A brief, introspective piece for Legolas with an autumn theme - so far from his own forests and people, watching the brief, bright lives of mortals swirling past as leaves in the changing seasons.

Wanderer
( Men, golden as leaves, how they furl and fade )
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Silent and bright, the stars watch over
My suffering.

I bring the set for The Two Towers to a close with Sam's point of view as he watches the stars, and then seeks after Frodo in the tower. The first is an echoing pattern that I found very effective for the topic, the second is written with a simple song's rhythm - could use some editing, perhaps and I may eventually go back and rework it.

Star Watch
( The light of Eärendil glitters )
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A Song in the Dark
( When it all seems ended, with no witness to our tale )
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