written_leaves: (bessie)
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


written_leaves: (amused)
As an addition to the "whoniverse1000" community at LJ, which attempts to pair all characters in all imaginable ways, my own theory for what happened to Kamelion.  Not that anyone noticed he was gone.

Title: Closet Romance (or Love Sucks)
Characters: Kamelion, a vacuum cleaner
Rating: G (really)

She breathed in and in and in and in )

written_leaves: (writing)
One thing I have found is DW does not lend itself to poetry, not really. It is action and dialogue and intrigue, entertainment and adventure, but not really poetry, which is why this one surprised me when it rather suddenly welled up from a sort of poetic dormancy for the genre. But then, it is for a very special person.

([livejournal.com profile] spicy_rejoinder, yes, this one would be for you.)

She was Always )
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... )
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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: (amused)
When [livejournal.com profile] infiniteviking brought up a challenge to take a randomly generated title and add 'IN SPAAAACE' to it then write a drabble I had to at least give it a try. The end result is longer than a drabble, but was good light fun.

Title:Something in the Husband...in Spaaaace!
Wordcount: 407
Characters: Ian and Barbara Chesterton

Ian coughed... )
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)
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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.

--
written_leaves: (fred)
"I'm a robot! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!"

Title: Ramona and the Blue Box
Characters: Four, Romana, K-9, Ribsy, Ramona and Beezus Quimby, Henry Huggins
Summary: The Doctor finds himself in for an interesting afternoon when he and Romana land on Klickitat Street. Or was it Ramona?

A/N: This entire story stemmed from a slip of the tongue while my family was driving and discussing the varying relationships the Doctor had had with his companions, in which an attempt at saying “Four and Romana” came out as “Four and Ramona.” The reaction in the car was to immediately demand a fic. For those unfamiliar with them, Ramona is a character from a series of well-known classic children’s books by Beverly Cleary, set on Klickitat Street and it’s immediate area in Portland, Oregon in the 1950s, though I don't think you'd really need to be very familiar with them to enjoy the tale.

6 relatively short chapters, the first is here under the cut, the rest may be found at
Ramona and the Blue Box at Fanfic.net
or
Ramona and the Blue Box at Teaspoon, Chapter 1
Chapter 2| Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Chapter 5 |Chapter 6


No need to jump to conclusions. Klickitat could be a British name. )
written_leaves: (bessie)
"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 [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook who made me go look at my plot-bunnies and hence rediscover this one.

He knew she was only being polite. But... )
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: (jo)
“You mean,” he said, waving a couple fingers in vaguely orbiting patterns, “Other things out there are using our honey?”

Title: Sweetest
Rating: G
Wordcount: 12,376
Characters: Three and Jo with brief appearance by Benton
Summary: When bee-boxes turn up mysteriously empty of their honey, the Doctor and Jo are sent out to find out why. A gentle spring adventure with a scoop of fluff.

A/N: This 6-chapter tale started off as a little vignette for Valentine’s day, hence the double scoops of fluff in the resulting story. It is a relatively gentle tale for spring, with a touch of foreshadowing for Jo’s upcoming changes in her next trip out toward Wales.
Sweetest at Fanfiction.net
Sweetest at Teaspoon
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6


Chapter 1 right under here )
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written_leaves: (Default)
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. :-)
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: (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.”

---

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