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[ladyoftime]

:: Select 5-10 first lines from your fic/etc
:: Post them, exactly as they are, punctuation, italics/etc, and all
:: Challenge your flist to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line in the comments
:: Have fun with what people come up with!
:: Repost at will

1. Time doesn’t run linearly, of course.

2. Their relationship is like a dance, twisting, turning.

3. There was absolute silence in the TARDIS.

4. Little known fact: days on Yestiran are about 6.5 billion times shorter than the days on Raphleton, which makes them about 6.022 times ten to the 23rd times longer than the days on Tw’ilek, which doesn’t actually exist anymore since they were destroyed by some... Death... Moon... or something, but their time measurements are the same size as human hours, just starting from a different point and counting from the beginning of their civilization instead of starting all over again with every day, like on Earth.

5. Having a row with your TARDIS is not an advisable thing to do for many reasons, one of the least of which is your TARDIS could make it very difficult to locate your own bedroom.

6. The thing about the door was that she couldn’t remember it ever having been there before.

7. It’s like the woods from a storybook, she decides, only more.

8. You do not worship at any one altar.

9. You find her on a planet that shouldn’t exist.

10. TAPE #K9950073(BW)

S: I still have dreams about him, sometimes.


I waffled about 10, but it was an awesome format and resulted in one of my favourite fics, so. I DARE YOU TO WRITE IT.

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[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

Having a row with your TARDIS is not an advisable thing to do for many reasons, one of the least of which is your TARDIS could make it very difficult to locate your own bedroom.

"Um, Doctor," Ianto begins helpfully, or at least as helpfully as he can muster when he isn't, in fact, wearing a shirt.

"Oh," she says. "Again?" Then, to no one, with her arms spread, "Again?"

Ianto stops trying to shield himself with his hands and crosses his arms. It's a lot easier and covers more, in retrospect, and he thinks he made a good choice.

"She always gets like this," the Doctor grouses, and Ianto gets the feeling that she hasn't really noticed him. "I said we could go somewhere nice," she carries on, continuing a conversation he hadn't seen the start of, "but you'll have to unlock the controls first, you know. This really isn't a good look for you, vindictive."

Ianto sighs. The Doctor doesn't notice. She turns, still talking to herself, and heads back into the hallway. "You should probably lock your door," she adds, just as Ianto is about to reach for the knob, and by the time he realizes she was speaking to him, she's disappeared around a corner Ianto has never seen before.

"It was locked," he mutters.

Eleven borrowed with apologies.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Absolutely no apologies necessary, seeing as how that was hilarious and I loved it!

[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! Ianto did not think it was terribly amusing, but, well...

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Time doesn’t run linearly, of course. So the first time he meets the Doctor he's actually eight years old and on a day trip to a clockwork factory.

He was so excited about it. So very excited. And so very annoyed when they got there and found that due to 'unforeseen circumstances' the factory had had to be closed for the day and everyone evacuated. They'd barely got off the transporters before they were being told to get back on them.

But he'd been looking forward to a day trip, and a day trip he was going to have.

The chaperones were busy rounding everyone up and he was such a good boy that they didn't really pay attention to him. They didn't worry that he'd disappear or run off and cause trouble, and they didn't notice when he did.

The factory was huge. He'd never seen anything like it before. The ceiling looked as big as the roof of the highest building in Boeshane. Oh wait until he told his mates about this.

"Wow," he said, looking up and grinning as his voice echoed a little in the expanse.

"You shouldn't be here."

The woman's voice came from behind him and he spun around on his heel. He'd been caught, and was probably going to be told off, and he'd probably be grounded. Damn.

"I was just looking," he said, protesting instead of apologising.

But the woman's face changed a little as she looked at him. Like she seemed surprised or like she wasn't sure of something. "Jack?" she asked.

He pulled a face. "No. Who's that?" Jack. Ew. What a stupid name.

"Just someone I knew. Really, you shouldn't be here." She smiled at him a little, even though she was telling him off, in a round about way.

"Yeah but..." he gestured to the room around them, "...look." As though that was explanation enough.

And maybe it was, because again she smiled. Like she knew.

"You're not going to tell on me, are you?" he asked, worried.

She watched him, like she was considering, and she shook her head, "Not this time. Now go on, off with you."

He beamed a smile of relief at her and watched as she pulled out a little bag.

"Jelly baby?"

He pulled another face, but still, took one.

And she smiled again, "Now I mean it, go on. And don't let me find you where you shouldn't be again." She ruffled his hair and he pulled a displeased face before reaching to nab another sweet and turning to run.

"Bye!" he called as he disappeared out the door.

"Bye Jack," she smiled. And back to that green spindle monster at hand...

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Tiny Jack eeeeeeeee so cute!

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

It was a bit silly and mainly crap. It goes to show I should not write without filtering >.>

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Pshhhh, you.

Plus, it came after a not-shiny morning start SO.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Having a row with your TARDIS is not an advisable thing to do for many reasons, one of the least of which is your TARDIS could make it very difficult to locate your own bedroom. It is also not advisable to do whilst in the company of your best enemy and oldest friend, who still can't get over how tickled he is that you're a girl.

"Oh you girls," the Master chides with a sneer that is tinged more with amusement than malice. "Can't we all just get along?"

"This has nothing at all to do with you," you say, offering a tight lipped smile and attempting to return to the search for your long, lost bedroom.

"Quite right, she let me back into my room quite easily. You must have really set her off."

"She let you-I can't believe- How-" You manage to sputter it out in half formed sentences clearly coated in shock.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that your face will get stuck that way?"

You quickly snap your mouth shut and scowl. The Master decides it is the perfect moment in which to produce the bag of jelly babies you misplaced (or the TARDIS did) earlier. He pops one in his mouth.

"We could always share my room," he offers up cheerfully.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Eleven will be SULKING, EPICALLY, OVER HERE, if you need her.


-And I'll be giggling madly. Obviously, the TARDIS likes to set the Doctor up with her enemies when she's pissed off.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Eleven can sulk and still share the blankets. He ...promises to behave. Mostly.

-I'm glad you enjoyed it, I wasn't sure about Eleven's voice at all so I hope I did that well enough for the few lines. Obviously! It's the floor or the Master bedroom. ;)

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

LIES. I think he's a cover-hog. And I think he would do it in the most devious ways possible, so that you spend half your night fighting for the covers and the other half cold, and hardly get any sleep at all.

That was a terrible pun. BUT YEAH you did well with her! :D

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

NOT! You have no proof on which to base your accusations. Though, that does sound like something he would do, now that I think about it.

I think, after the whole Master race bit, I'm allowed a terrible pun or two. Yay! I'm glad.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

I KNEW IT.

Oh god that was. Facepalming over here.