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kalleah:
When you see this, post snippets of all your works-in-progress.
All of them? I think not... That'd probably be more than one lj entry! But the ones that actually have a chance of becoming something at some point? Okay!
Though keep in mind that most of these are still in their rough stages and will be fixed up sometime soon.
In Which Rose Goes Universe-Hopping:
The first time the Canon finally works, she is not expecting it, and for a moment she thinks she has stopped existing. Either that or she exists everywhere, in every moment, every atom, every crease between the universes, every pause between heartbeats, double or not. She feels nothing because she herself is nowhere; she feels everything because she is everywhere, spread across every cosmos like a promise whispered to a song of gold, trembling along the surface of creation until the universe without it is nothing.
She rematerializes in a swamp, and it takes her another minute to realize the tadpoles of this universe can mate. Rapidly. And their ideal mating spot is, for whatever reason, her right shoe. Specifically the hollows between her toes, though she does not realize this until later. What she does realize is that her foot feels slimy, and it tickles, and not in a particularly pleasant way.
Very quickly Rose becomes everything again. Then she jumps on Mickey and laughs as he recovers, then laughs even more as he joins her and spins her around.
Rose During the Events of Turn Left:
(This will almost certainly be a sequel to the last one, and very possibly a part of it. Haven't decided that yet.)
Hesitantly, Mickey asked, “Rose, are you all right?”
“No, I’m not all right," she snapped. "I just told a woman she’s gonna die and then faded away like the bloody ghost of Christmas past.” With a sharp cry of frustration, she smacked the computer console. The thump reverberated through the room long after the actual sound had died out.
Slowly Rose turned around, facing the pair of them but not looking at either one. Her voice was quiet. “What the hell am I turning into, Mickey?”
Ten II and Rose:
She finds him on the roof of the Torchwood Tower, an area that’s strictly off-limits and quartered off by bright yellow tape atop a building she spent the first three years of her life here avoiding. Beside the zeppelins, here is the closest anyone in London can hope to get to the stars.
Without a word she approaches him, this man like something straight out of comic books or legends, this force she fears might collapse there at the edge of the roof like a statue of straw. Of course he won’t, he’s stronger than that, but Rose wouldn’t be the person she is if she honestly thought that was enough.
Once beside him, Rose stops and takes his hand. His fingers are rigid, even his palm is cold. Like him, she keeps her eyes on the black washed-out sky.
His voice is so quiet it almost disappears beneath the rush of the wind. “I could’ve saved them, Rose.” She shuts her eyes, lets the words beat against her. “I could’ve stopped them if…”
His voice breaks, and she feels her resolve begin to do the same. The seconds pass in the shivers she holds back, not all of them caused by the wind, and then she turns her head towards him. “If what, Doctor?”
“If—”
And she can hear that turmoil within him, all the frustration and anger, in every syllable bitten back at the end of this one word.
“If what,” she says, “if I let you blow up that ship?”
The Doctor stays silent, and though suppressed, the accusation is clear.
Upcoming Doctor/Master/Rose:
Several hours later Rose brings the Master dinner, as she now does every day. In her right hand is a bag with a microwavable turkey dinner and a granola bar, in her left a bottle of water--she rethought the flat year-old Pepsi just as she was leaving the kitchen. All in all, she thinks, she is being more than a little generous.
Rose’s slippers are nearly silent against the floor as she approaches, and steadily the voice she recognizes as the Doctor’s morphs into language, the translation kicking in perhaps a bit sooner than its faintness should allow.
“I didn’t kill anyone,” the Doctor is saying. “I stopped the Paradox, that’s it.”
“And sent them back to Utopia,” the Master responds. “Now whatever could happen to them there? Oh, I know. They die. Every single one of them, every man, every woman, every child—”
“They weren’t children anymore.”
“No? What were they, puppies? Monsters? Your own deformed creations? Not pretty enough for you anymore? And here I thought you were the Doctor, the Time Lord every poor struggling little weakling could rely on, not someone who abandoned his precious humans they moment they—”
“Sorry,” Rose says, rounding the corner as quickly as she can, “am I interrupting?”
Also, there is a Doctor Who/Farscape crossover in the works, a sequel to Story Time and Things That Go Boom (which is the world I'll be turning to whenever I want to write a fun crack!y break), more post-JE stuff, and if I ever finish it, Ten/Reinette (with Ten/Rose therein). Hopefully I'll actually write/finish some of this sometime soon. Hope you guys liked the sneak-peaks (that prove I really am writing stuff, I swear!). :D
And now, to write some original fic!
Ta, my dears!
P.S. I just saw a Firefly commercial. In Russian. For Russian TV. Hee!
kalleah:When you see this, post snippets of all your works-in-progress.
All of them? I think not... That'd probably be more than one lj entry! But the ones that actually have a chance of becoming something at some point? Okay!
Though keep in mind that most of these are still in their rough stages and will be fixed up sometime soon.
In Which Rose Goes Universe-Hopping:
The first time the Canon finally works, she is not expecting it, and for a moment she thinks she has stopped existing. Either that or she exists everywhere, in every moment, every atom, every crease between the universes, every pause between heartbeats, double or not. She feels nothing because she herself is nowhere; she feels everything because she is everywhere, spread across every cosmos like a promise whispered to a song of gold, trembling along the surface of creation until the universe without it is nothing.
She rematerializes in a swamp, and it takes her another minute to realize the tadpoles of this universe can mate. Rapidly. And their ideal mating spot is, for whatever reason, her right shoe. Specifically the hollows between her toes, though she does not realize this until later. What she does realize is that her foot feels slimy, and it tickles, and not in a particularly pleasant way.
Very quickly Rose becomes everything again. Then she jumps on Mickey and laughs as he recovers, then laughs even more as he joins her and spins her around.
Rose During the Events of Turn Left:
(This will almost certainly be a sequel to the last one, and very possibly a part of it. Haven't decided that yet.)
Hesitantly, Mickey asked, “Rose, are you all right?”
“No, I’m not all right," she snapped. "I just told a woman she’s gonna die and then faded away like the bloody ghost of Christmas past.” With a sharp cry of frustration, she smacked the computer console. The thump reverberated through the room long after the actual sound had died out.
Slowly Rose turned around, facing the pair of them but not looking at either one. Her voice was quiet. “What the hell am I turning into, Mickey?”
Ten II and Rose:
She finds him on the roof of the Torchwood Tower, an area that’s strictly off-limits and quartered off by bright yellow tape atop a building she spent the first three years of her life here avoiding. Beside the zeppelins, here is the closest anyone in London can hope to get to the stars.
Without a word she approaches him, this man like something straight out of comic books or legends, this force she fears might collapse there at the edge of the roof like a statue of straw. Of course he won’t, he’s stronger than that, but Rose wouldn’t be the person she is if she honestly thought that was enough.
Once beside him, Rose stops and takes his hand. His fingers are rigid, even his palm is cold. Like him, she keeps her eyes on the black washed-out sky.
His voice is so quiet it almost disappears beneath the rush of the wind. “I could’ve saved them, Rose.” She shuts her eyes, lets the words beat against her. “I could’ve stopped them if…”
His voice breaks, and she feels her resolve begin to do the same. The seconds pass in the shivers she holds back, not all of them caused by the wind, and then she turns her head towards him. “If what, Doctor?”
“If—”
And she can hear that turmoil within him, all the frustration and anger, in every syllable bitten back at the end of this one word.
“If what,” she says, “if I let you blow up that ship?”
The Doctor stays silent, and though suppressed, the accusation is clear.
Upcoming Doctor/Master/Rose:
Several hours later Rose brings the Master dinner, as she now does every day. In her right hand is a bag with a microwavable turkey dinner and a granola bar, in her left a bottle of water--she rethought the flat year-old Pepsi just as she was leaving the kitchen. All in all, she thinks, she is being more than a little generous.
Rose’s slippers are nearly silent against the floor as she approaches, and steadily the voice she recognizes as the Doctor’s morphs into language, the translation kicking in perhaps a bit sooner than its faintness should allow.
“I didn’t kill anyone,” the Doctor is saying. “I stopped the Paradox, that’s it.”
“And sent them back to Utopia,” the Master responds. “Now whatever could happen to them there? Oh, I know. They die. Every single one of them, every man, every woman, every child—”
“They weren’t children anymore.”
“No? What were they, puppies? Monsters? Your own deformed creations? Not pretty enough for you anymore? And here I thought you were the Doctor, the Time Lord every poor struggling little weakling could rely on, not someone who abandoned his precious humans they moment they—”
“Sorry,” Rose says, rounding the corner as quickly as she can, “am I interrupting?”
Also, there is a Doctor Who/Farscape crossover in the works, a sequel to Story Time and Things That Go Boom (which is the world I'll be turning to whenever I want to write a fun crack!y break), more post-JE stuff, and if I ever finish it, Ten/Reinette (with Ten/Rose therein). Hopefully I'll actually write/finish some of this sometime soon. Hope you guys liked the sneak-peaks (that prove I really am writing stuff, I swear!). :D
And now, to write some original fic!
Ta, my dears!
P.S. I just saw a Firefly commercial. In Russian. For Russian TV. Hee!