Fan Fic and More

As 'encouragement' to bid, I offered drabbles to anyone raising the bid on me by $5. I posted all the resulting drabbles on my LiveJournal, but I'll post them here now too

Drabble 1, for Wiggiemomsi

Boudoir

It’s just a room, he tells himself. One of hundreds of similar rooms on this ship. Except it’s not.

It’s her room. From the moment he first brought her here, it’s been different. Feminine. Domestic. All clothes and make-up and clutter, souvenirs of their travels, discarded with the next destination in sight.

Bras over a chair, nightshirt on the pillow, strands of blonde hair on the dressing-table; that’s Rose, always rushing to the day’s adventure.

Laying the purple-blue blouse on the bed, he leaves and pulls the door closed. One day, it’ll be just another room again. But not today.

Drabble 2, for mynxii; prompt 'transcend'

Transcendent

His people never understood why he chose them, these humans. Ordinary, they said, every one. Nothing special. Members of a primitive species.

So primitive they helped him defeat Cybermen. Risked their lives to stop Dalek invasions. Died to protect the Earth. Followed him into danger and dragged him out of it again.

Saved the universe more times than he can count.

They taught him to live, told him when to stop, were bigger on the inside.

Ordinary people, yes, but one thing the Time Lords never remembered is this: an ordinary person is the most important thing in the universe.

Drabble 3, for bulky_monster; prompt 'door' (I didn't like this drabble, so I subsequently wrote a second

Portals

Once, they were all closed to her. No A-levels, no decent job, no future. Nothing to look forward to but years of folding clothes, sore feet and Would you like accessories for that?

The lottery went down, the last door slammed and the dummies walked. Her fate was sealed, but he took her hand, unlocked the doors and opened her eyes to the universe.

Now she’s got a key in her pocket, a hand in her own and stars in her eyes. Doors no longer imprison but beckon, a gateway to adventure.

Run, he said, and every day she does.

Drabble 4, for mynxii; a double-drabble this time, to the prompt 'strange and beautiful

Exquisite

“Hold on!” He’s laughing, dashing around the console, slamming down levers and switches. The TARDIS whirls and dips in time to a tune only the ship hears. She’ll have bruises in the morning, Rose thinks, but it’s worth it. So very worth it.

The walls fade away; around and above them stars and streaks of light explode, blaze and burn into darkness, replaced by more fiery bursts, over and over in a brilliant palette of colour. Particles of energy in a state of plasmic excitement, he’s told her - but to her it’s magical. The most amazing thing she’s ever seen.

The best fireworks display in the universe, the Doctor told her while they were on their way. But that’s like comparing Lake Windermere to the Atlantic Ocean. This... this is incredible. Words can’t describe it.

The Doctor nudges her. “Better than shepherd’s pie?” His grin takes her breath away. She’s never seen him this happy. He’s bouncing with excitement, eyes alight with joy.

And he’s still thinking about her mum. She shakes her head. “You’re so weird.”

“Most beautiful thing you’ve seen, though, yeah?” He waves at the sky.

“Yeah, it is.” And she’s still looking at him.

And if you've never seen a plasma storm...

Drabble 5, my second try for bulky_monster

Accessorising

There’s a trick to standing out in a crowd, and it’s not just through being the cleverest or the best.

Thatcher’s handbag was both symbol and weapon. Churchill never made a speech without a cigar hanging from his lips. Nobody forgets Groucho’s moustache, or Madonna’s cone bra. Would Laurel and Hardy have made millions laugh without bowler hats, and could Fred have swept Ginger off her feet without top hat and cane?

You see, it’s not manners that maketh the man. What makes him distinctive is his choice of unique trademark.

And nobody, nobody wears a door like the Doctor.

Drabble 6, for wiggiemomsi who wanted SexyNine

Touch

Long, narrow fingers stroke the console, smoothing over buttons, gliding past levers, pausing to caress the coral at the edge.

He leans in, gazing at something on the screen. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and she smothers a moan. She’s been watching him for the past fifteen minutes, and it’s unbearable. He’s all but making love to his ship.

And she wishes it was her.

He turns, and suddenly those intense blue eyes are focused on her. “Rose.” Little more than a whisper, and her insides flip-flop.

Lean fingers cup her face as he comes close, his gaze smouldering. “Your turn.”

Drabble 7, for nyteshaede; prompt 'awakening'

Phantasm

He hates to sleep.

When he sleeps, he dreams of singing, of haunting melodies crying out from the darkness, words he can’t understand in a language he never knew.

For a hundred years, it’s always the same dream. He dreams of dying and living, living and dying, and always one voice, one golden girl with hand extended, calling him home. He runs but he’s never fast enough, falling to his knees as the vision fades.

It’s not your time yet, Jack. Be patient. We will come.

The wolf howls, and he wakes.

He hates to sleep, because he always awakens.

It's drabble-riffic

Seriously, these are great

Thank you so much! I'm very glad you enjoyed them

This is the final auction-drabble. Wiggiemomsicouldn't decide between two prompts for her winning fic, so she gets this one for her first prompt - PossessiveNine/Rose - and there'll be a 5000-word fic in due course for her other prompt.

Pride and Joy

He watches, proud, boot propped against the TARDIS, as they throng around her. Everyone wants to touch the miracle-worker whose words saved their planet today. While the leaders fought over the little resources remaining, she persuaded everyone else to share, to help and to live in peace.

They applaud her, cheer her, laud her, and she smiles and laughs, basking in their joy.

Until she turns to him, and he holds out his hand.

Detaching herself from the crowd, she walks straight over and into his arms.

At the end of the day, she’s his, and that’s all that matters.