Memes and bunnies and bedtimes ignored... oh my!

[clocketpatch]

So, having replied to fic-y meme posted by antennapedia , I now must proliferate the meme across my own journal for that is how these things work, yes? (okay, okay, I know how memes work, I'm also tired and slightly deranged at the moment, bare with)

ANYWAYS:

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, requesters should post this in their journal, offering in return fanworks of the kind they enjoy doing. Fic? Icons? Meta?

actually, I'm fine making icons as well as drabbles, even though I'm admittedly not that great at it. It's amusing, yes, yes it is. Also, drabbles might turn into fic, beware. I shouldn't be doing this really, there are other fics on the stove already, boiling away -

but, done is done, so request away. I think you already know my fandom of choice.

Edit: There are still FIVE slots left.

Comments

[jjpor.livejournal.com]

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

[thisbluespirit]

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

[clocketpatch]

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.

--

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

[jjpor.livejournal.com]

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).

[clocketpatch]

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...