The Hidden Well, Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jan. 11th, 2008 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kalleahPairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Betas:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ivydoor , np_complete , platypus, and sensiblecat
Previous Chapters
In this chapter: The Doctor might possibly be showing off, and Emelia has a breakthrough.
--
As a little girl, Meg Pathkind had looked at star charts and imagined what it might be like to see the stars. Not simply to travel among them – anyone with the means could buy a ticket and go off-world – but to see them. Orinous Four had been badly misused by its population over the centuries, and the thick, choking smog that smothered the surface prevented anyone from seeing more than the reflected light from the cities.
Meg dreamed, and she read, and she studied hard enough to win herself a place in a trade school where she studied atmospheric transformation. Once finished, she got a job performing miscellaneous administrative tasks for one of the planetary modification companies and waited for her chance. One day, she told herself, she would work to transform another world into the green paradise that Orinous Four would never be, with the clear skies and starry nights of her dreams.
In those years of waiting for the opportunity to work on one of those projects, she met a man, loved him, and bore him a daughter. He walked away from the two of them, but she had her Rebecca, and still had her dreams.
When the company offered her a spot on the Arisbe Project, she had scooped Rebecca up, twirled her around in a most uncharacteristic display of glee, and packed their few belongings up weeks before they were due to leave.
"Fancy a trip, Meg?" now asked the man who called himself the Doctor. He had a kind smile, she thought, with a twinkle in his eye that made her want to laugh. And he was brilliant, even smarter than Connor, who was the best engineer Meg had ever known.
"Where?" she asked.
"We're going to make up that twelve percent," the Doctor asserted confidently. "All we need is a way to excite the regolith into releasing a large amount of carbon dioxide."
That was one of the main purposes of their conversion work, of course: releasing greenhouse gases into the thin atmosphere so that the surface would warm and stimulate the release of carbon dioxide from rock. This in turn would warm and thicken the atmosphere. The issue, Meg thought, was the simple statement of "all we need" that the Doctor glossed over so easily. If it were a matter of throwing a switch and releasing carbon dioxide, then planetary modification would be accelerated by decades. She might even find herself out of a job.
Meg remembered the Doctor's suggestion about an asteroid impact from earlier in the day. Connor had vetoed the idea, not because he didn't think the Doctor could do it, but because it would be too successful.
Oh my God, she thought. He can really do it. At that, she felt her face split in a huge grin, and the constant stress that she had carried since the sabotage began to evaporate. "Your ship?" she asked.
The Doctor, smiling conspiratorially, winked. "Let's go."
…
Meg's short legs made it difficult for her to keep up with the Doctor's long strides, but she listened intently as he rattled off a series of explanations. "TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It's bigger on the inside. A lot bigger. Do you know what a Mobius strip is?" She nodded eagerly. "It's a like a four-dimensional Mobius strip." He pulled a face. "Not a good analogy, but we don't have time to get into the details."
They came around a corner and the Doctor gestured to a glowing blue box standing in the middle of the hallway. "There she is," he said, his voice full of pride and affection. He unlocked the door and went inside, and Meg followed.
"A M-Mobius strip?" she asked, taking in all of the controls and wires and graceful, curving supports. "If I went through that door –" she pointed – "would I end up right back here?"
"You might," the Doctor answered with a smile, and began making some adjustments on the console. "Could you close the door?"
She looked back and saw that the door through which they had entered was standing open, giving her a clear vantage point back into the hallway. Her mind raced. The room in which they were standing was considerably wider than the hallway, so the ship had to be occupying a different space altogether. The thought made her a little queasy but it also excited her tremendously.
She pulled the door closed and went to stand by the Doctor at the console, watching him work. He glanced over at her and began to narrate his actions. "Preparing for a microjump outside the atmospheric shell. No temporal coordinate changes – we'll rematerialize at the exact same instant that we dematerialized. And – here we go!"
He slid a lever slowly forward and Meg heard a grating, pulsing sound as the ship's interior shuddered and shifted. She grabbed onto the console involuntarily for support and hoped she didn't send them flying out into who knows where.
"Wait," she gasped over the noise. "Temporal?"
His grin was devilish. "Not this trip." He pulled the lever toward him and the ship ground to a halt. "Now, for the fun stuff! Open the door. Don't worry, there's a force field."
With a little fear and more than a little excitement, Meg opened the door and saw the red dunes of Arisbe stretched all around them. The sky was pale blue without a trace of clouds.
"Watch this," the Doctor said with evident relish.
A flash of blue light was immediately followed by a pop and a whoosh. The ground all around began to sparkle and shimmer. Meg stared, open-mouthed with amazement, as the dust bubbled like a fizzy beverage. She clapped her hands over her mouth to suppress a giddy giggle.
The fine dust of the regolith erupted in a thousand miniature volcanoes as the gas percolated and escaped into the air. It looked to Meg like a reverse rainfall, with the tiny plumes appearing and disappearing everywhere.
"How?" she asked, unable to form more than the simple word in her delighted astonishment.
"Basic atmospheric excitation," he said modestly.
She turned an incredulous look at him and he shuffled his feet. "Basic? This is so far beyond basic I don't even know how to describe it." She fixed him with a critical eye. "Why did you ask me to come, Doctor? You didn't need my help. I'm just an observer."
He looked away from her then to focus on the still-dancing regolith outside. When he answered, his voice was low and serious. "Because I recognized your name, Meg Pathkind. I can't tell you how – but you're going to do some brilliant things." He did look her in the eye then and he was smiling again. "Because you're amazing, even if you don't know it yet."
He had said "temporal" before, hadn't he? "You can travel in time?"
"Yes."
He knew her future. The thought took her breath away. She was a grade three atmospheric engineer on a planetary modification project – nothing special. There were probably fifty people lined up to take her job if she failed. But this total stranger, who had been kind to her daughter, said she was amazing.
She found that she believed him.
"Thank you," she said. "This is wonderful." The word didn't begin to express how she felt about the marvels he had just shown her.
They stood together in silence for several moments, watching the regolith release its stored gas in puffs of dust. When it slowed, the Doctor went back to the console and studied a display.
"12.006 percent," he said. "Do you think Connor will forgive me for a little extra?"
Meg laughed. "I don't think he'll mind at all. We can explain a few thousandths of a percent to the company, if we can keep the converters working at peak efficiency." She sobered and ventured to express her deepest fear. "All these months, I thought it might be us. We couldn't keep up with the schedule and I kept wondering – what if it's not sabotage? What if we're just not any good at this?" What if I'm not any good at this?
"You know that's rubbish," said the Doctor softly. "Don't you?"
She blinked and rubbed her eyes. His face came back into focus, full of fatherly pride and affection. "Yeah," she said as casually as she could manage, "I know."
"Good. Now, let's get back, shall we? You've had a full day and you ought to spend some time with that little girl of yours."
She sat down on the jump seat and held on tight.
…
Connor had been inside the TARDIS, but seeing the ship appear in front of his eyes was a novel experience for him. The other engineers, who didn't have the advantage of knowing what the Doctor's ship could do, stopped what they were doing and watched in amazement as the ship grew more and more solid before their eyes.
The door swung open and Meg emerged, followed closely by a triumphant Doctor. "Look at your readings now," he crowed. "We're caught up."
"Doctor," Connor started.
"I know, I know, six thousandths of a percentage too high. I think we can manage –"
"No, you're blocking the door."
The Doctor whirled around and looked at the TARDIS, which was indeed parked snugly in the doorjamb of the main exit from the control room. "Oh," he said, in a less celebratory tone, and scratched his head. "Well, I suppose that could be a bit awkward." He didn't quite slam the door behind him.
The TARDIS faded out of reality and reappeared in the hallway.
"How was it?" one of the engineers asked Meg. Connor could hear the envy in his voice.
"Fantastic," she said, unable to hide her grin.
The Doctor popped back into the room, brushing his hands together. "What's our status?"
"Converters are at 100%," Connor said. "Main and backup power online."
"Brilliant. We've still got a full work day before the envoy arrives," the Doctor said. "I say it's time for everyone to go home and get a good night's sleep. We can work on optimizing the other systems tomorrow." None of the staff moved. "Go on, then," he urged with a wave of his hand.
One of the engineers shuffled forward and began, nervously, to speak. "Sir? If we could ask –" Connor looked at the ceiling, knowing what was coming. "I mean, your ship – it's a box, and it just appeared out of thin air. How does it work?"
"Not thin air," the Doctor said. "That's a silly expression. The air here isn't particularly thin. Outside the shell? Definitely. 'Out of thin vortex' isn't right, either." He eyed the group of engineers and let out a small sigh. "You're not going to take 'it just does' for an answer, are you?"
…
Emelia had managed to run herself ragged all day, and the constant movement and action kept her from dwelling on the previous night's horrors. When she finally did stop, she was at the nursery, and against her better judgment, she walked into Frances' office and stood in the middle of the room.
The display inset into the desktop was half-covered with papers, just as Frances had left them. The books on the shelves were arranged precisely. Frances might have not been tidy in her paperwork, but she valued books and always chided Emelia if she put one back out of order.
Emelia reached out and ran her index finger along the spine of one of the books. Her vision blurred and she could not make out the title. She was a traitor, right down the hallway from my sons, and I never suspected a thing. She sat down heavily on the couch and put her head in her hands.
"Emelia?" someone said, and she lifted her head to find Rose Tyler standing in the office doorway. Beside her, Jonah took a tentative step into the room. Emelia, too stunned to move, watched as Jonah came to stand in front of her.
"He was worried about you," Rose said.
"Hello, Jonah," Emelia said with wonder. He looked back at her and lifted a hand to touch her cheek. She closed her eyes, moved beyond words at the gesture that would have been simple from anyone but him. His fingers moved against her face to outline her cheekbone, her nose, her eyebrows, and then the long bone of her jaw.
She was dimly aware that Rose was no longer in the doorway. Jonah kept his gaze fixed on hers, and that contact alone was enough to make her head spin.
"You know everything," she said softly. "Everything that's in my head. I wish I could protect you from that." She caught his hand and kissed it. "I love you so much and I'll do anything to protect you."
They were face to face, her seated on the couch and Jonah standing before her. She reached out and put her arms around his waist, drawing him closer. She felt his cheek against her head and his light breath in her hair. He was so warm, so alive, and he'd been worried about her. Her Jonah.
A tear streamed down her cheek, so unlike the frantic, wrenching tears of the night before, but a gentle release of the raging emotion within her: her first sign of healing.
Rating: PG
Betas:
ivydoor , np_complete , platypus, and sensiblecat Previous Chapters
In this chapter: The Doctor might possibly be showing off, and Emelia has a breakthrough.
--
As a little girl, Meg Pathkind had looked at star charts and imagined what it might be like to see the stars. Not simply to travel among them – anyone with the means could buy a ticket and go off-world – but to see them. Orinous Four had been badly misused by its population over the centuries, and the thick, choking smog that smothered the surface prevented anyone from seeing more than the reflected light from the cities.
Meg dreamed, and she read, and she studied hard enough to win herself a place in a trade school where she studied atmospheric transformation. Once finished, she got a job performing miscellaneous administrative tasks for one of the planetary modification companies and waited for her chance. One day, she told herself, she would work to transform another world into the green paradise that Orinous Four would never be, with the clear skies and starry nights of her dreams.
In those years of waiting for the opportunity to work on one of those projects, she met a man, loved him, and bore him a daughter. He walked away from the two of them, but she had her Rebecca, and still had her dreams.
When the company offered her a spot on the Arisbe Project, she had scooped Rebecca up, twirled her around in a most uncharacteristic display of glee, and packed their few belongings up weeks before they were due to leave.
"Fancy a trip, Meg?" now asked the man who called himself the Doctor. He had a kind smile, she thought, with a twinkle in his eye that made her want to laugh. And he was brilliant, even smarter than Connor, who was the best engineer Meg had ever known.
"Where?" she asked.
"We're going to make up that twelve percent," the Doctor asserted confidently. "All we need is a way to excite the regolith into releasing a large amount of carbon dioxide."
That was one of the main purposes of their conversion work, of course: releasing greenhouse gases into the thin atmosphere so that the surface would warm and stimulate the release of carbon dioxide from rock. This in turn would warm and thicken the atmosphere. The issue, Meg thought, was the simple statement of "all we need" that the Doctor glossed over so easily. If it were a matter of throwing a switch and releasing carbon dioxide, then planetary modification would be accelerated by decades. She might even find herself out of a job.
Meg remembered the Doctor's suggestion about an asteroid impact from earlier in the day. Connor had vetoed the idea, not because he didn't think the Doctor could do it, but because it would be too successful.
Oh my God, she thought. He can really do it. At that, she felt her face split in a huge grin, and the constant stress that she had carried since the sabotage began to evaporate. "Your ship?" she asked.
The Doctor, smiling conspiratorially, winked. "Let's go."
…
Meg's short legs made it difficult for her to keep up with the Doctor's long strides, but she listened intently as he rattled off a series of explanations. "TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It's bigger on the inside. A lot bigger. Do you know what a Mobius strip is?" She nodded eagerly. "It's a like a four-dimensional Mobius strip." He pulled a face. "Not a good analogy, but we don't have time to get into the details."
They came around a corner and the Doctor gestured to a glowing blue box standing in the middle of the hallway. "There she is," he said, his voice full of pride and affection. He unlocked the door and went inside, and Meg followed.
"A M-Mobius strip?" she asked, taking in all of the controls and wires and graceful, curving supports. "If I went through that door –" she pointed – "would I end up right back here?"
"You might," the Doctor answered with a smile, and began making some adjustments on the console. "Could you close the door?"
She looked back and saw that the door through which they had entered was standing open, giving her a clear vantage point back into the hallway. Her mind raced. The room in which they were standing was considerably wider than the hallway, so the ship had to be occupying a different space altogether. The thought made her a little queasy but it also excited her tremendously.
She pulled the door closed and went to stand by the Doctor at the console, watching him work. He glanced over at her and began to narrate his actions. "Preparing for a microjump outside the atmospheric shell. No temporal coordinate changes – we'll rematerialize at the exact same instant that we dematerialized. And – here we go!"
He slid a lever slowly forward and Meg heard a grating, pulsing sound as the ship's interior shuddered and shifted. She grabbed onto the console involuntarily for support and hoped she didn't send them flying out into who knows where.
"Wait," she gasped over the noise. "Temporal?"
His grin was devilish. "Not this trip." He pulled the lever toward him and the ship ground to a halt. "Now, for the fun stuff! Open the door. Don't worry, there's a force field."
With a little fear and more than a little excitement, Meg opened the door and saw the red dunes of Arisbe stretched all around them. The sky was pale blue without a trace of clouds.
"Watch this," the Doctor said with evident relish.
A flash of blue light was immediately followed by a pop and a whoosh. The ground all around began to sparkle and shimmer. Meg stared, open-mouthed with amazement, as the dust bubbled like a fizzy beverage. She clapped her hands over her mouth to suppress a giddy giggle.
The fine dust of the regolith erupted in a thousand miniature volcanoes as the gas percolated and escaped into the air. It looked to Meg like a reverse rainfall, with the tiny plumes appearing and disappearing everywhere.
"How?" she asked, unable to form more than the simple word in her delighted astonishment.
"Basic atmospheric excitation," he said modestly.
She turned an incredulous look at him and he shuffled his feet. "Basic? This is so far beyond basic I don't even know how to describe it." She fixed him with a critical eye. "Why did you ask me to come, Doctor? You didn't need my help. I'm just an observer."
He looked away from her then to focus on the still-dancing regolith outside. When he answered, his voice was low and serious. "Because I recognized your name, Meg Pathkind. I can't tell you how – but you're going to do some brilliant things." He did look her in the eye then and he was smiling again. "Because you're amazing, even if you don't know it yet."
He had said "temporal" before, hadn't he? "You can travel in time?"
"Yes."
He knew her future. The thought took her breath away. She was a grade three atmospheric engineer on a planetary modification project – nothing special. There were probably fifty people lined up to take her job if she failed. But this total stranger, who had been kind to her daughter, said she was amazing.
She found that she believed him.
"Thank you," she said. "This is wonderful." The word didn't begin to express how she felt about the marvels he had just shown her.
They stood together in silence for several moments, watching the regolith release its stored gas in puffs of dust. When it slowed, the Doctor went back to the console and studied a display.
"12.006 percent," he said. "Do you think Connor will forgive me for a little extra?"
Meg laughed. "I don't think he'll mind at all. We can explain a few thousandths of a percent to the company, if we can keep the converters working at peak efficiency." She sobered and ventured to express her deepest fear. "All these months, I thought it might be us. We couldn't keep up with the schedule and I kept wondering – what if it's not sabotage? What if we're just not any good at this?" What if I'm not any good at this?
"You know that's rubbish," said the Doctor softly. "Don't you?"
She blinked and rubbed her eyes. His face came back into focus, full of fatherly pride and affection. "Yeah," she said as casually as she could manage, "I know."
"Good. Now, let's get back, shall we? You've had a full day and you ought to spend some time with that little girl of yours."
She sat down on the jump seat and held on tight.
…
Connor had been inside the TARDIS, but seeing the ship appear in front of his eyes was a novel experience for him. The other engineers, who didn't have the advantage of knowing what the Doctor's ship could do, stopped what they were doing and watched in amazement as the ship grew more and more solid before their eyes.
The door swung open and Meg emerged, followed closely by a triumphant Doctor. "Look at your readings now," he crowed. "We're caught up."
"Doctor," Connor started.
"I know, I know, six thousandths of a percentage too high. I think we can manage –"
"No, you're blocking the door."
The Doctor whirled around and looked at the TARDIS, which was indeed parked snugly in the doorjamb of the main exit from the control room. "Oh," he said, in a less celebratory tone, and scratched his head. "Well, I suppose that could be a bit awkward." He didn't quite slam the door behind him.
The TARDIS faded out of reality and reappeared in the hallway.
"How was it?" one of the engineers asked Meg. Connor could hear the envy in his voice.
"Fantastic," she said, unable to hide her grin.
The Doctor popped back into the room, brushing his hands together. "What's our status?"
"Converters are at 100%," Connor said. "Main and backup power online."
"Brilliant. We've still got a full work day before the envoy arrives," the Doctor said. "I say it's time for everyone to go home and get a good night's sleep. We can work on optimizing the other systems tomorrow." None of the staff moved. "Go on, then," he urged with a wave of his hand.
One of the engineers shuffled forward and began, nervously, to speak. "Sir? If we could ask –" Connor looked at the ceiling, knowing what was coming. "I mean, your ship – it's a box, and it just appeared out of thin air. How does it work?"
"Not thin air," the Doctor said. "That's a silly expression. The air here isn't particularly thin. Outside the shell? Definitely. 'Out of thin vortex' isn't right, either." He eyed the group of engineers and let out a small sigh. "You're not going to take 'it just does' for an answer, are you?"
…
Emelia had managed to run herself ragged all day, and the constant movement and action kept her from dwelling on the previous night's horrors. When she finally did stop, she was at the nursery, and against her better judgment, she walked into Frances' office and stood in the middle of the room.
The display inset into the desktop was half-covered with papers, just as Frances had left them. The books on the shelves were arranged precisely. Frances might have not been tidy in her paperwork, but she valued books and always chided Emelia if she put one back out of order.
Emelia reached out and ran her index finger along the spine of one of the books. Her vision blurred and she could not make out the title. She was a traitor, right down the hallway from my sons, and I never suspected a thing. She sat down heavily on the couch and put her head in her hands.
"Emelia?" someone said, and she lifted her head to find Rose Tyler standing in the office doorway. Beside her, Jonah took a tentative step into the room. Emelia, too stunned to move, watched as Jonah came to stand in front of her.
"He was worried about you," Rose said.
"Hello, Jonah," Emelia said with wonder. He looked back at her and lifted a hand to touch her cheek. She closed her eyes, moved beyond words at the gesture that would have been simple from anyone but him. His fingers moved against her face to outline her cheekbone, her nose, her eyebrows, and then the long bone of her jaw.
She was dimly aware that Rose was no longer in the doorway. Jonah kept his gaze fixed on hers, and that contact alone was enough to make her head spin.
"You know everything," she said softly. "Everything that's in my head. I wish I could protect you from that." She caught his hand and kissed it. "I love you so much and I'll do anything to protect you."
They were face to face, her seated on the couch and Jonah standing before her. She reached out and put her arms around his waist, drawing him closer. She felt his cheek against her head and his light breath in her hair. He was so warm, so alive, and he'd been worried about her. Her Jonah.
A tear streamed down her cheek, so unlike the frantic, wrenching tears of the night before, but a gentle release of the raging emotion within her: her first sign of healing.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 02:44 am (UTC)I'm glad Emelia's beginning to recover too.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 03:40 am (UTC)I loved the fizzy landscape. Fabulous as always.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:53 pm (UTC)Hope we'll get some Doctor/Rose interaction soon:)
Beginning of the next chapter, yes.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:58 am (UTC)I loved the Doctor parking in the doorway, after all that showing-off -- it just takes the edge off a little. :) And when he's confronted by a crowd of engineers -- he might actually have to give a real explanation for something for a change!
And of course Jonah, walking towards Emelia: his breakthroughs must be such a comfort to her right now.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:54 pm (UTC)The appearance of the TARDIS in Fear Her always undoes me, so I had to nod to that at least once.
he might actually have to give a real explanation for something for a change!
He's trapped by geeks with some unexpected time on their hands. Heh.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 12:25 pm (UTC)1. The opening paragraphs with background information about Meg. A truly inspired thought. It made everything that followed about her that much more interesting and puts the reader in touch with the character. As ever, your OC's are never just random names.
2. Which leads me onto this:
"Because I recognized your name, Meg Pathkind. I can't tell you how – but you're going to do some brilliant things."
I really don't know how you manage to even think of details like this. Much fanfic is very linear, but some authors, like yourself, have managed to create stories which have so many branches, that they have created a coomplete universe which can be revisited in future stories. Brilliant!
3. As np_complete said, great way to knock the stuffing out of the Doctor by having him park in the doorway.
4. Last bit with Emelia and Jonah. Very touching and evocative. Well chosen words which really illustrate Emelia's gentle and vulnerable side.
Yep, I loved it!
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:58 pm (UTC)That means a lot to me. They aren't the focus of the story, but they matter, I hope.
Much fanfic is very linear, but some authors, like yourself, have managed to create stories which have so many branches, that they have created a coomplete universe which can be revisited in future stories.
I don't plan to come back to Meg at this time, but one never knows! I kept thinking about how they're bound to meet people who go on to do great things, and what if the Doctor knew about that ahead of time? Events could certainly branch out considerably depending on the outcome on Arisbe, but Meg's success could still end up happening either way.
great way to knock the stuffing out of the Doctor by having him park in the doorway
Hee. As I said above, I have always loved the visual of his mis-park in Fear Her, and I couldn't resist.
Well chosen words which really illustrate Emelia's gentle and vulnerable side.
Thank you.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 08:56 pm (UTC)"You're not going to take 'it just does' for an answer, are you?" BWAH. No, I'm not! Oh, brilliant!
no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 01:47 am (UTC)As for the Doctor... Yup, showing off, but he finally has to stick around and explain a bit more than "It just does and I will now ramble off 1000 things you won't understand, oh and would you like a banana?"
I can't wait for the next part! :D
no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 01:50 am (UTC)I love how well-written and thought-out this whole fic world is, in other words.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 03:56 am (UTC)Cornered by geeks. He is dooooooomed. ;)
Even the science: the atmospheric stuff actually makes some sort of sense, which isn't something I see in most Who-fic.
I'm going to post about my science research at the end of the story. Obviously the details are completely made up, but I did try to pull from actual theories and practices. Robert Zubrin's theories about Martian terraforming have been particularly useful. It's been fascinating.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 03:28 am (UTC)*is waiting for The Ramones to show up and the Doctor to not only be a fan but know the planet they actually came from*
Oh, and my email is down again for the moment. I'm not ignoring you.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 03:57 am (UTC)Well ... 'bout that ... not so much.
*is waiting for The Ramones to show up and the Doctor to not only be a fan but know the planet they actually came from*
For those of you who are confused by the Ramones reference, my original plan was to use "I Wanna Be Sedated" as background music for the Doctor and Meg's trip. It didn't work out but I still say the Doctor would be a fan. And yes, Sara, Joey Ramone is clearly an alien. ;)
no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 04:04 am (UTC)Fine then. No cross-over smut for you for awhile.
And yes, Sara, Joey Ramone is clearly an alien.
Only Joey? Have you ever taken a hard look at Dede?
no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 04:37 am (UTC)At least Joey.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 02:06 am (UTC)Heh. Can't always be a hero. It would be terrible for the ego.
And I continue to love Jonah more and more with every chapter.
I love him too.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 06:09 am (UTC)Loved it and Can't wait for more.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-16 01:22 am (UTC)Wait and see! :)