ladyoftime: (worlds out there)
What if the Doctor regenerationed three seasons early and then proceeded to meet all of Joann's Doctor Who headvoices (and then some)?

Starring
[livejournal.com profile] eleventh_doctor as the Doctor
[livejournal.com profile] not_theman_iwas as the Other Doctor
[livejournal.com profile] lynda_with_a_y as the sweet one
[livejournal.com profile] just_koschei as the snarky-but-heroic other-universe Master
[livejournal.com profile] blewupthewizard as the demolitions expert
[livejournal.com profile] loud_and_ginger as the misplaced bride
[livejournal.com profile] born_running as the human archetype
and [livejournal.com profile] rose_and_thorn as the Lady.
(Also starring Schrodinger as the time-traveling cat companion extraordinaire - otherwise known as himself.)

Guest-starring Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Martha Jones, and several others.


"What about everything? What about aeroplanes, and
What about ships that drink the sea?
What about, what about the moon and stars? What about soldiers,
Battle scars, and all the anger that they eat?
I am not in need.

Get away and come with me,
Come away with me and we'll see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made."



It turns out if you take the Time Vortex into you willingly, it comes out like a suicide in that your next regeneration lacks key reproductive organs you’ve had for millennia.

“How do I look?” is the new Doctor’s first sentence.

“Blimey,” says Lynda.

“Oh, my God,” says Rose.

“Nice,” Jack says, and leers just a bit. But no one pays attention to him, because that’s just Jack for you.


After they’ve had a few adventures together, they settle into a pattern, of sorts. The Doctor tends to split them up in groups of two– because, she claims, she can’t keep track of three people at once. She rotates the groups to ‘keep things interesting’; at any given time it could be Lynda and Rose on their own, next Lynda and Jack. Jack’s groups tend to come back adrenaline-flushed and with shirts wrinkled or backwards, but as long as they still find time to follow whatever instructions she leaves them with, the Doctor chooses to ignore it.

what about aliens? what about you and me and what about gold beneath the sea? )


Prompt: "What About Everything", all the DW pups you have.
Word count: 1500+
Author's note: I demand better-quality chocolate. Chocolate is my beta.
ladyoftime: (meet the new companion!)
“This is going to be brilliant! Family outing! I mentioned the games, right? Lots of games, with balls and anti-gravity targets, and overpriced handmade jewelry and suspiciously greasy foods, just like a proper festival should be! Just stick with me, we’ll have a marvelous old time! What do you want to do first-

..Luke?

....Clyde, Maria?

.......Sarah-Jane?”

--

“D-





It’s my own fault for letting a speedster into the TARDIS, really. Wonder if he's reached the barbed-wire gardens yet.”

--

“Dennis! ...Dennis?”

--

“This is nice, isn’t it? Just the fresh air and the flowers and that very nice big explosion over that way that-

That-

Ace?



Now this is just getting ridiculous.”

--

“You’re not going to leave me, are you, boy? No, you aren’t, because unlike all my other companions, you’re going to obey me when I say to stay with me, aren’t you? Aren’t you?

...

Where’s that dog whistle when I need it?”

--

The Doctor eyed Mr. Bimble woefully.

“Do you know, I think you’re the only companion who’s ever payed attention to me even the slightest bit when I told them 'don't wander off'?”




Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 236 - What does respect mean to you?
Word Count: 193
Author's Note: In order of appearance: The SJA crew; Bart Allen (er, no comment.); Dennis Creevey; Ace; K-9; and Mr. Bimble.
ladyoftime: (split screen uncertain)
You are standing on a beach.

There are seagulls swooping and looping through the air, chasing and racing each other for potential food sources, floating in the water then suddenly taking off for better vistas, all the while squawking at each other noisily. For a minute, you are content to just watch their antics, taste the cold salt air on your tongue, and listen to the ocean rush against the shore.

A scattering of pebbles hitting the water catches your attention, and you trace their origin to a figure wearing a familiar bomber jacket adorned with pins balancing on a cropping of rocks. “Ace?” you call.

“Yeah. Who else would I be?” she answers, picking her way to you. “Are we ready to go, Professor?”

'Go?' you echo, perplexed. 'Go where?' )




Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 209 - What are you afraid of?
Word Count: 945
Note: With special thanks to Hilary and Megs for betaing and being generally awesome.
ladyoftime: (the smiling icon)
i.

A sweet, heavy scent filled the TARDIS the moment the Doctor opened the door. Outside, flowers grew wherever there was room; the bushes, the trees, and the ground were covered in them, creating a rainbow patchwork that went as far as the eye could see.

The Doctor strode into them and turned for a moment to simply take it in. “What do you notice?”

Diane followed her out. Something akin to a red carnation brushed her leg. “The sky is purple.”

“Yes, it is. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The Doctor agreed and stuck her hands into her trouser pockets. “It’s spring here. Come winter the planet packs up its colours and even the sky goes grey, but now, now is the best time.”

“All right.” Diane tugged her silk scarf away from her face as the wind blew it astray. “What are we here for?”

The Doctor rolled her sleeves up past the elbow and used her customary scarf to tie her hair back. “Gardening!”

“Gardening,” Diane repeated calmly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“The TARDIS’s esfodelia-“ The Doctor nodded to a patch of peculiar flowers surrounding a small pond of water, “-that’s these- have hit a nasty patch. When they die, I want others ready to replace them.” From somewhere in the endless recesses of her jacket, she produced two pairs of gloves made of a clear, cool felt material, and a few gardening tools of alien origin. “As I said: gardening!”

Five Times the Doctor Visited the Third Planet of Floria in her Eleventh Incarnation )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] oncoming_storms
Prompt: 1.12 - time and tide wait for no man
Word Count: 1,114
Author's Note: Firstly: Dennis Creevey (the guest star in the fourth segment) is respectfully borrowed from [livejournal.com profile] kingcreevey, where I expect he will return after readings. Give the lad a hand, folks, and please throw in a few sickles to buy him chocolate frogs. Thank you.

Secondly, to clear up any confusion: The Rani who appears in this fic is the-Rani-as-portrayed-by-Suzie-Plakson, who has shown up in a few other Eleven!fics, and not [livejournal.com profile] renegadeinexile. She's prettier and not ginger.

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