Words beneath a dappled sky

Title:  A Mysterious Customer
Wordcount: approx. 41,000
Characters: Three, Jo, the Brig, Sergeant Benton, Yates, the Master, UNIT
Summary:  Dragons are mysteriously appearing in the countryside and UNIT must investigate. Does Bessie hold the key?

This is the fourth and presumably final tale for the 'Custom Vehicle' series in which the little yellow roadster 'Bessie' always has a part in saving the day.  It was very nearly two stories, but they were so intertwined I ended up with just having one that is twice the length of the others.  A very long time ago I read a prompt from someone (who I no longer recall) that said "Three, Degado!Master, Dragon"  and this was the result.  The recurring OC for this series, a government aide by the name of John Babcock, does make a reappearance.

It being rather lengthy, I won't post it here at Dwth, but you are welcome and encouraged to enjoy it over here:

A Mysterious Customer at Teaspoon

A Mysterious Customer at Fanfic.net

A Mysterious Customer at AO3

Title: Acquired Taste
Characters: Three, Jo and Benton

Summary: It's Christmastime at UNIT, a nice time to sample some homebaked fruitcake...or then again, maybe not.

Read here, or find find Acquired Taste over at Whofic.

 

( Can't you smell it...? )

 

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... )
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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? )
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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... )
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For 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)
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“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.

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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!”

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or Deviled Eggs

Title: The Eggs of Destruction
Rating: G
Wordcount: 35,635
Characters: Three and the Brigadier with a touch of Benton and UNIT towards the end.
Summary: The Third Doctor and the Brig go searching for a possible Silurian outpost on the Isle of Wight, only to discover more trouble than they had bargained on when someone begins using the local population of seagulls as weapons.

The Eggs of Destruction at Fanfiction.net
or
Links to Teaspoon:
1: A Blustery Day (1274) | 2: Slipping Sideways (1602)
3: Under Cover (2537) | 4: Soft Boiled (2258)
5: Jetsam (2450)| 6: Sand and Needles (2622)
7: Throwing a Curve (2233)| 8: Poached (2743)
9: Nest Eggs (2928)| 10: Inner Seagullness (2655)
11: Deviled Eggs (2935)| 12: Over Easy (2598)
13: Scramble (2749)| 14: Empty Nest Syndrome (2330)

A/N:In the works since early this past fall, but I think it's finally ready to start launching. This bit of an adventure is placed just shortly after the events of ‘The Sea Devils,’ and while I've thoroughly enjoyed learning about the wonderful Isle of Wight, I've never had the pleasure of actually being there, so I beg the readers grace in any inconsistencies or missed/mussed details.

‘Sea Devil’ being only a descriptive term assigned them by frightened victims, I’ve used their more official name, Silurian, when referencing them instead.

The young woman they meet partway into the story is based on Sylvania, an actual native to the Island that I've much enjoyed the friendship of. I hope she will approve of finding "herself" in these unusual circumstances. :-)

I've *always* blithered," he accused.
"Yes, but I used to be able to keep it generally to myself."

Title: Just Fruity
Characters: Three, Ten, the Brigadier, Benton, references to the Master
Wordcount: 2,896
Summary: Ten and Three and exploding fruitcake. Who could ask for more? The Brigadier faces an sugar-filled invasion of UNIT while being aided by two Doctors who have a childhood favor to return.

A/N: A Christmas holiday Fruitcakefic, just because it wanted to be done for my fellows at the 'Death by Aspirin' forums. As required for this obscure cracky genre, Ten loses some clothing, and ends up chained to Three by the Master, and splattered with cake.... yes, that's a requirement. Obviously you can't take it too seriously.

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Just Fruity over at Teaspoon

( What? WHAT? Whoever heard of an exploding fruitcake? )
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Jo, I can't let you do this!

Title: Worlds of Betrayal Between Us
Characters: Three, Jo, the Master
Wordcount: 471
Summary: Jo has had enough of the Doctor, now it's the Master's turn to show her the universe.

A/N: This unusual AU scene came into being because of a challenge issued by lost_spook who gave me a synopsis that I would "never write" - which meant I had to, naturally. Poor Three. starbells insisted this be tagged 'horror'.

Prompt: Jo decides she's had enough of Three and goes off travelling the universe with the Master, who she's always secretly preferred anyway.
This is the result:
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( Are you ready, Miss Grant? )
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Tea was important; tea always made everything a little more right in this world. He accepted that too.

Title: Morning Tea
Characters: Three, Jo
Wordcount: 1,603
Summary: The Third Doctor and Jo in an introspective interlude.

A/N: Because tea always makes things a little better, because there's always hope, and because I love the subtle relationship between them. A small introspective interlude with a tea analogy woven in, set just before the events of 'The Three Doctors'.
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( Brr, it's cold in here )
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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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