Off-switch

Okay I'll bite.

Characters: I'd love an icon with Donna and Brax on it, but good luck, since Brax only exists in audios...

Otherwise, anything with Three and Jo. :) Doesn't have to be shippy.

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since Brax only exists in audios...

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That sounds like a challenge. I like a challenge... The textures come from Bombaytextures on DA:

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Holy crap! you're awesome! Thanks. :)

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Bombaytextures on DA? I have lots to learn yet. :)

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Right here: http://bombay101.deviantart.com/

I'm glad you like! Finding a picture of the actor which would fit appropriately into Gallifreyan gear was half the fun.

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*grin* Made my day before it started. :)

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A drabble? I need something since this has been taking over my head ever since watching One and re-watching "Blink". Ten & Martha meet up with Ian & Barbara in 1969. Or just Ten and Ian...I'd love a conversation of those two meeting each other...again...sort of.

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well, it missed the drabble memo and turned into fic. Alas:

London-tinted morning streamed through the windows of the Chesterton residence. Barbara was putting on the tea and Ian was in his robe.

“I’m starting to go grey, did you know that?” said Ian, wandering out of the flat’s bedroom and into the kitchen. He tugged on his clearly-not-grey forelock for emphasis.

Barbara blinked at him. The kettle was just starting to steam.

“Oh, probably,” she said.

“It’s travelling with the Doctor that’s done it,” Ian said.

“Are you sure it’s not teaching chemistry to prepubescent boys?”

“Well, that too, maybe.” He paused, and then shook his head to dismiss the notion.

“Do you ever miss it?” asked Barbara. She opened a cupboard and took stock of possible breakfast options to go with the tea. Toast seemed like a good choice.

“Sometimes,” said Ian. He scratched his chin ruefully before rubbing at an old scar hidden beneath the hair on the back of his head. “Then I usually remember getting knocked on the head every other day, being subject to the Doctor’s crazy whims, and all the rest. I find it far more pleasant here, at home, with my beautiful wife.”

“You do miss it,” she said.

“All the time, but I don’t think I’d be so happy if he tried to kidnap us again. I’m very happy with the here and the now, thank you very much.”

He lunged for Barbara, grinning. She gave a little squeal and jumped out of his reach. The kettle let out a thin whine, and, at that same moment, there was a knock at the door. Ian and Barbara exchanged a glance, their eyes asking: who?

“I’ll get it,” said Barbara, “You can put some clothes on.”

“I remember when you thought I was very dashing in my robe,” said Ian. He winked and did a mock belly-dance. Barbara ignored him and went for the door. There was another knock, just as she reached to undo the latch.

“Just a moment,” she said.

She opened the door. A young man and woman stood in the hall. He was in a cheap suit and had a giant gelled quiff. She was in a halter top and looked rather peeved. He appeared to be ridiculously proud of himself.

“Barbara Wright!” he exclaimed, announcing every syllable and grinning expansively. “Good to see you! Is Chesterton around?”

Barbara blinked.

“I’m Mrs. Chesterton now, and you are…?”

“Oh you got married! Well, I thought so. Martha, isn’t that nice?”

“Very,” she said, sounding tired and less than enthused.

“Mr. and Mrs. Chesterton,” he continued, oblivious. He took Barbara’s hand and pumped it. “Congratulations!”

“It’s been nearly four years,” said Barbara.

“Four years – really? Blimey you were quick. Get home, get hitched, get –”

The man’s companion – Martha – shoved him meaningfully in the ribs.

“Who is it?” asked Ian.

“Come and see,” said Barbara.

Ian made his way to the door, looking distinctly rumpled in his quickly pulled on shirt and trousers. He was still in the process of fixing his tie.

He looked at the couple in the doorway.

He blinked.

“Chesterton! Well, Ian, I should say. Ian Chesterton, what a pal you were. Martha, this is Ian and Barbara.”

“I gathered,” said Martha.

“Who are you?” asked Ian, squinting at the stranger. There was something familiar about him. That, combined with his timing, made Ian suspect the worst.

“Ian, you don’t remember me? Zapped your hand a bit on the console? Zarbi, Daleks, the French Revolution – or had you left by then? You were there for the Aztecs though, I remember, Barbara was a goddess.”

Ian blinked.

“She still is a goddess,” he said, deadpan. He paused. “Doctor?”

“Got it in one, I told you he was clever, didn’t I Martha?”

“Stop gloating and ask him,” said Martha. She sounded more than slightly annoyed. Ian could sympathise. So could Barbara, who rolled her eyes and went to remove the howling kettle from the stove top.

“Er, well, thing is…” said the Doctor. He pulled at his collar and scratched the back of his neck. “Er, well, hmmm… how to put… we’re a bit, um, IlosttheTARDIScanwestayhereforabit?”

“You don’t change do you Doctor?”

“Hmmm… What? Really?” the Doctor looked genuinely surprised, and startled.

Ian just laughed.

“Come in, Barbara’s just made some hot water. Have some tea.” He nodded at Martha. “Knowing him, you need it.”

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Lovely! I've seen another fic that had this situation in it, on Teaspoon. But I'm not sure what it was or who it was by!

Hmm, this sounds like fun (I'll take up the meme myself over the weekend, maybe), but I find thinking of prompts hard. Maybe Seven, Ace and Hex, just to keep you in practice while I have a nose at your story. (Random prompt, if wanted: cupcake).

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Rather not my best work I think, but when Hex is involved it's impossible for things to stray too far off course (also, you get an actual bona fide drabble. Yay!)

“But the expiry date is – ” Hex checked.

“It doesn’t have an expiry date,” said Ace.

“Probably because it’s from before printing them was mandatory,” Hex said darkly. “Look, Ace, this box looks like it’s from the sixties. It can’t be safe.”

“The TARDIS is in stasis Hex. Besides, if we tell the Professor we need to stop off for groceries he’ll be suspicious, and it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Whatever you say.”

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“Happy Birthday!” Ace and Hex said in unison.

“Really? Is it?”

It wasn’t, because none of them (him included) knew it, but the cake was still delicious.

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Yay! Lovely!

Of course, the other problem if they'd stopped off for groceries would have been the Dalek Invasion of Tescos or something equally unlikely, so Ace is very wise.

:-)

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Tehe, the Dalek Invasion of Tescos... there is a crack!fic waiting to be born. xD xD xD

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Awwwwww, that was fantastic! More then drabble and fic is beautiful! :) :) :)

This just made my day. I love your scene with Ian and Barbara reminiscing before The Doctor knocks on the door. And their cute little banter.

The last line is perfect too. hehe

Loved Martha's irritation at The Doctor and his oblivious enthusiasm.

Thank you thank you thank you! :)

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I'd love a drabble with Wilf and Donna, if you feel up to it, CP. ;)

Or, if you are in a Buffy mood, could you try for a Buffy and Giles

Or, if you are starting to get an idea about SG-1, I'd love a Jack and/or Daniel drabble. :D

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*Jumps in to comment*

Jack/Daniel Banter rules all! teeeheee

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I completely agree, GB. Of all the scifi friendships I've seen, this one is number one on my list of favorites. I'd say a good portion of it is due to the friendship that exists between MS and RDA. :)

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and here you get, dum-diddy-dum, my first ever attempt at Buffy fic:

Once, there was a little girl and a little boy. Not at the same time you understand, or maybe it was; these things can be hard to define. She liked princesses, figure skating and the colour pink. He played in the autumn leaves and dreamed of being a fighter pilot, or a grocer (more likely with his astigmatism).

She grew up. Little girls do. She still liked the same things, except her favourite colour bloodied from pink to red (it really was still pink underneath).

He grew up quicker. It wasn’t by choice. He’d save her that.

But he can’t.

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Ooh, interesting. There's such a deepness to this drabble. It also makes me realise it has been awhile since I watched Buffy. I must go back and at least refresh my watching of the earlier stuff.

Well done! :)
I'd love to see you write more Buffy stuff!

EDIT: And I'd love to beta it, if you ever are looking for one. ;)

Edited Date: 2009-05-03 01:05 pm (UTC)

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Very nice. Very Giles-Buffy. :-)

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Hmm.. in retrospect, I think matured might have been a better turn of phrase than bloodied... hmmm... *squints at fic*

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This seems like a very worthwhile sort of meme; I might try it myself (somewhat insanely, given my current fic backlog), but in the meantime; after watching 1/4 of Zygons the other night, I have a strange hankering for Sarah Jane/Harry; care to oblige? :D

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Yes, Zygons will do that sort of thing to a person. :lol:

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Again, it missed the drabble memo and exploded:

Harry took the train back to London. He watched the country roll by his window, too fast to form anything but brief impressions: village, tree, field. His thoughts kept turning back to Sarah-Jane and the Doctor, and he wondered –

He had an almighty headache; getting grazed by a bullet would do that. He’d self-proscribed several aspirins and a cold glass of water to take care of it. He sat back in his seat, sipping the water, sighing. The Brigadier and Benton were in the seat across.

“Between you and me…” Harry started.

“Yes Lieutenant?” asked the Brigadier.

Harry bit back his sigh with another sip. The train rumbled on. He wasn’t just leaving Scotland behind, Harry realised. Decision made, better or worse, he was saying good bye to so much more. Farewell old girl, he thought.

He knew that Sarah would not be waiting for him in London.

“Nothing.”

“Understood,” said the Brigadier. There was a faint twitch between his lip and moustache that might have been a smile.

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Six months later, Harry received a call from Aberdeen. He was into his car and on the road within the hour.

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Oh, that was great; sorry for not reading it before now. Yes, poor Harry; he must have known that when he decided not to go back into the TARDIS, and the last line is great, and what probably actually happened, I reckon. Now I want to write Sarah/Harry! Harry's certainly on the list of underappreciated/underrated companions, I would say, and deserves more fic. And him and Sarah is one of those ships that you can well believe just on the basis of the TV stories, it doesn't feel like one that's just been made up out of the blue.

And Benton gets to ride with the officers? Well, he was a Sergeant Major by then, which is a different world from only being a Sergeant (and UNIT didn't seem to go in for that daft British Army officers/other ranks thing; certainly, Benton and Yatesy seemed to socialise together quite happily).

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Hmmm, I always got the impression that Benton was really the Brig's right hand man, secretary, body guard, and, well, everything, all rolled into one. It never even occurred to me tat they wouldn't travel together, but then, the army has odd thoughts about that sort of thing sometimes (UNIT isn't the army though, strictly speaking, and, as you say, Benton and Yatesy always seemed quite happy together).

Sarah/Harry is cannon as far as I'm concerned and I do wish there was more fic for them. One day I'll have to remedy that, yes, one day...

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Oh, and the Ten and Ian and Barbara fic was really nice; I think you do Ten's voice very well. How's abouts the sequel where he's watching telly in his vest pretending to build a timey wimey machine while Martha's out working to pay for the parts? Er, was that two requests? If so, a little bit cheeky of me...XD

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