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dbskylerI've got three ficlets from 50ficlets that haven't been posted at my journal yet, which I think is enough for a batch post! Here they are:
Title: Not Human
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah, the Doctor
Word count: 303
Spoilers: The Time Warrior, The Monster of Peladon
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, offered freely. Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: Aliens and humans are like black and white, night and day, chalk and cheese. Except when they're not.
A/N: All dialogue is from "The Time Warrior" by Robert Holmes. Written for50ficlets. Prompt: Black and white.
"Are you or aren't you?"
Sarah looked at the man in front of her. White hair, pleasant face . . . two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs . . . all the visible pieces and parts appeared to be entirely human. He looked like a man. But it was beginning to dawn on her that he wasn't a man at all.
"If you mean am a native of the planet Terra, the answer is no, I'm not."
She was talking to an alien. A few hours ago, she'd have said that aliens didn't exist. Now she knew she had met one at Irongron's castle, and here was another one, right in front of her. She should be scared out of her mind.
She wasn't afraid at all. "Well, what are you, then?"
"Me? I'm a Time Lord."
He was a Time Lord, and she was a human, and so they were different species, from different planets. He was an alien to her. She was an alien to him.
He showed her the universe, and there was danger, and excitement, and traveling through time and space, and more adventure than she'd ever hoped to have. She met lots of other aliens -- some of them friendly, some of them evil, many of them trying to take over the Earth. She learned that aliens were sometimes very different from humans, and also sometimes too similar: sexism on Peladon was just like sexism on Earth, in the end. Fortunately, it could be fought in exactly the same way.
She traveled with him, and she got to know him, and he was an alien; but she had never before gotten along with anyone so well, so fast.
He wasn't human. She knew that.
What she hadn't known was how quickly it would cease to matter.
Title: Of Regeneration and Jelly Babies
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah, the Doctor, Sergeant Benton
Word count: 497
Spoilers: Robot
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, offered freely. Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: The scarf, the hat, the general impression of disarray -- her Doctor would never have dressed like that.
A/N: Written for50ficlets. Prompt: Two-faced.
Regeneration was not what she had expected.
It wasn't that she hadn't known that such a change was possible. Sergeant Benton had often told her stories about the version of the Doctor he'd first met, and Sarah had been eager to hear all about "the little fellow" and how he was different from the Doctor she knew. But now she realized that she'd never understood the full significance of it before. The version of the Doctor that the Sergeant had told her about had lived in her head as a sort of Time Lord equivalent of an old family friend, someone known since he was young and immature -- of course he would act differently than he had used to back then, and as for his appearance, well, everyone changes with age.
But humans don't change so suddenly.
One second the Doctor had his old, beloved face, the next second a brand new one. A new face with a madcap grin, an entirely new body, and he was taller, too. As if those differences weren't disconcerting enough, his personality was also completely changed. He spoke differently, he acted differently -- and his clothes! The scarf, the hat, the general impression of disarray -- her Doctor would never have dressed like that.
The Brigadier took the regeneration completely in stride, and that was incredibly frustrating, too -- didn't he care that the gentle, white-haired Time Lord that Sarah had come to know was gone? She wanted to mourn, but she felt that she couldn't, because after all, the Doctor was still alive. At least, a version of him was, even though it wasn't the version of him that she longed to see again. It hurt that no one else seemed to miss him.
"Sergeant Benton," she ventured once during a spare moment, "does it . . . bother you that the Doctor's regenerated?"
He smiled and gave a little shrug. "Not really, miss," he said. "This is the third one I've known now, and I guess you get used to it. Anyway, the Doctor's just the Doctor in the end."
She thought that over for the next few days, on and off, in between investigating Think Tank. By the time the new Doctor had saved the Earth from a robot gone wrong, she thought she'd figured out what the Sergeant had meant. There were things about the Doctor that were different now, but the Doctor himself was still here -- his friendship was still here, if she was willing to accept it.
Then the Doctor announced that he was leaving. "Are you coming?" he asked, offering her a bag of jelly babies. He carefully avoided her gaze, and she realized that he didn't know if she would still want to travel with him.
She hadn't known herself until that moment.
Then she took a sweet, and he laughed, and she laughed with him, for joy; and her heart was light as he went to unlock the TARDIS door.
Title: Surety
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah, the Doctor
Word count: 165
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, offered freely. Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: Sometimes he held her hand.
A/N: Written for50ficlets. Prompt: Touch me.
Sometimes he held her hand, leading her as they walked through a forest, down a hill, over a ridge. Sometimes it was a more urgent tug, a pulling towards safety, or towards danger -- towards somewhere he wanted to see, or somewhere he needed to be; somewhere he needed her to be, with him.
Sometimes he didn't touch her. Usually he ran ahead (running towards, running away, curious, impatient, in a hurry), but then he would turn back to take her hand.
Sometimes he grabbed her, or lifted her, or swung her out of the way. Sometimes he carried her, when she needed to be carried.
Sometimes his touch was comfort, and sometimes it was worry; always it was friendship, and security: the feel of his hand in hers, the steady grip, his palm against her flesh, his fingers clasped tightly around her own, not letting go, never letting go, never leaving her behind.
He would come back for her. She just had to wait.
50ficlets that haven't been posted at my journal yet, which I think is enough for a batch post! Here they are:Title: Not Human
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah, the Doctor
Word count: 303
Spoilers: The Time Warrior, The Monster of Peladon
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, offered freely. Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: Aliens and humans are like black and white, night and day, chalk and cheese. Except when they're not.
A/N: All dialogue is from "The Time Warrior" by Robert Holmes. Written for
50ficlets. Prompt: Black and white."Are you or aren't you?"
Sarah looked at the man in front of her. White hair, pleasant face . . . two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs . . . all the visible pieces and parts appeared to be entirely human. He looked like a man. But it was beginning to dawn on her that he wasn't a man at all.
"If you mean am a native of the planet Terra, the answer is no, I'm not."
She was talking to an alien. A few hours ago, she'd have said that aliens didn't exist. Now she knew she had met one at Irongron's castle, and here was another one, right in front of her. She should be scared out of her mind.
She wasn't afraid at all. "Well, what are you, then?"
"Me? I'm a Time Lord."
He was a Time Lord, and she was a human, and so they were different species, from different planets. He was an alien to her. She was an alien to him.
He showed her the universe, and there was danger, and excitement, and traveling through time and space, and more adventure than she'd ever hoped to have. She met lots of other aliens -- some of them friendly, some of them evil, many of them trying to take over the Earth. She learned that aliens were sometimes very different from humans, and also sometimes too similar: sexism on Peladon was just like sexism on Earth, in the end. Fortunately, it could be fought in exactly the same way.
She traveled with him, and she got to know him, and he was an alien; but she had never before gotten along with anyone so well, so fast.
He wasn't human. She knew that.
What she hadn't known was how quickly it would cease to matter.
Title: Of Regeneration and Jelly Babies
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah, the Doctor, Sergeant Benton
Word count: 497
Spoilers: Robot
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, offered freely. Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: The scarf, the hat, the general impression of disarray -- her Doctor would never have dressed like that.
A/N: Written for
50ficlets. Prompt: Two-faced.Regeneration was not what she had expected.
It wasn't that she hadn't known that such a change was possible. Sergeant Benton had often told her stories about the version of the Doctor he'd first met, and Sarah had been eager to hear all about "the little fellow" and how he was different from the Doctor she knew. But now she realized that she'd never understood the full significance of it before. The version of the Doctor that the Sergeant had told her about had lived in her head as a sort of Time Lord equivalent of an old family friend, someone known since he was young and immature -- of course he would act differently than he had used to back then, and as for his appearance, well, everyone changes with age.
But humans don't change so suddenly.
One second the Doctor had his old, beloved face, the next second a brand new one. A new face with a madcap grin, an entirely new body, and he was taller, too. As if those differences weren't disconcerting enough, his personality was also completely changed. He spoke differently, he acted differently -- and his clothes! The scarf, the hat, the general impression of disarray -- her Doctor would never have dressed like that.
The Brigadier took the regeneration completely in stride, and that was incredibly frustrating, too -- didn't he care that the gentle, white-haired Time Lord that Sarah had come to know was gone? She wanted to mourn, but she felt that she couldn't, because after all, the Doctor was still alive. At least, a version of him was, even though it wasn't the version of him that she longed to see again. It hurt that no one else seemed to miss him.
"Sergeant Benton," she ventured once during a spare moment, "does it . . . bother you that the Doctor's regenerated?"
He smiled and gave a little shrug. "Not really, miss," he said. "This is the third one I've known now, and I guess you get used to it. Anyway, the Doctor's just the Doctor in the end."
She thought that over for the next few days, on and off, in between investigating Think Tank. By the time the new Doctor had saved the Earth from a robot gone wrong, she thought she'd figured out what the Sergeant had meant. There were things about the Doctor that were different now, but the Doctor himself was still here -- his friendship was still here, if she was willing to accept it.
Then the Doctor announced that he was leaving. "Are you coming?" he asked, offering her a bag of jelly babies. He carefully avoided her gaze, and she realized that he didn't know if she would still want to travel with him.
She hadn't known herself until that moment.
Then she took a sweet, and he laughed, and she laughed with him, for joy; and her heart was light as he went to unlock the TARDIS door.
Title: Surety
Rating: G
Characters: Sarah, the Doctor
Word count: 165
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, offered freely. Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: Sometimes he held her hand.
A/N: Written for
50ficlets. Prompt: Touch me.Sometimes he held her hand, leading her as they walked through a forest, down a hill, over a ridge. Sometimes it was a more urgent tug, a pulling towards safety, or towards danger -- towards somewhere he wanted to see, or somewhere he needed to be; somewhere he needed her to be, with him.
Sometimes he didn't touch her. Usually he ran ahead (running towards, running away, curious, impatient, in a hurry), but then he would turn back to take her hand.
Sometimes he grabbed her, or lifted her, or swung her out of the way. Sometimes he carried her, when she needed to be carried.
Sometimes his touch was comfort, and sometimes it was worry; always it was friendship, and security: the feel of his hand in hers, the steady grip, his palm against her flesh, his fingers clasped tightly around her own, not letting go, never letting go, never leaving her behind.
He would come back for her. She just had to wait.
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Date: 2010-03-29 05:08 pm (UTC)Really? Oops. I thought about checking their heights, but I was so sure that Tom was taller, I didn't bother. Thanks for letting me know! I'll go back and fix that once I figure out what I want to say instead. Glad to hear you liked these, though! Also, your tail-wagging Snoopy really makes me smile.