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kalleahSnagged from eponymous_rose, since I seem to have a truly ridiculous number of WIPs going at the moment.
When you see this, post snippets of all your works-in-progress.
A piece that ought to be a short vignette following The Hidden Well, featuring Emelia and Connor's newest arrival. Ten/Rose, although they don't make an appearance in this excerpt.
The long promised, slow coming story of Nine and Jacob after the Time War.
This one (as yet untitled, but up to 18,000 words for heaven's sake) is a Ten/Rose romance and adventure in the Process of Becoming series. (Some smut, too.)
And finally ... Ten II and Rose, following Journey's End. This one is virtually complete, I hope. I've sent it off for beta reading and hope to have it posted in the next few days. (Ha!)
eponymous_rose, since I seem to have a truly ridiculous number of WIPs going at the moment.When you see this, post snippets of all your works-in-progress.
A piece that ought to be a short vignette following The Hidden Well, featuring Emelia and Connor's newest arrival. Ten/Rose, although they don't make an appearance in this excerpt.
Edith Trabane had no need for imaginary friends.
She was a precocious little girl, wide-eyed and perpetually dirty, never more half a step behind one of her older brothers. Predictably (at least for anyone who knew him), she had her father wrapped around her little finger, much to her mother's consternation. All it took was a wibble or "Daddy," followed by a smile, to have him pleading her case for whatever mischief she had wreaked on the household.
Today, her mother was cutting her hair, muttering under her breath about her little savage. Edith had discovered a book on knot-tying in the nursery and had experimented on her long, dark hair, which she had found to be the most convenient medium nearby.
After spending several terrible minutes trying to undo the damage, Edith's mum had thrown up her hands and retrieved her scissors. Edith could feel her fingers working carefully across her scalp, and she hummed to herself in tune to the steady snip-snip-snip. She retrieved one of the knots from her knee where it had fallen and ran the trimmed edge under her thumbnail.
"Sit still," her mum warned. "Don't think I won't cut it all the way off if I have to."
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She was a precocious little girl, wide-eyed and perpetually dirty, never more half a step behind one of her older brothers. Predictably (at least for anyone who knew him), she had her father wrapped around her little finger, much to her mother's consternation. All it took was a wibble or "Daddy," followed by a smile, to have him pleading her case for whatever mischief she had wreaked on the household.
Today, her mother was cutting her hair, muttering under her breath about her little savage. Edith had discovered a book on knot-tying in the nursery and had experimented on her long, dark hair, which she had found to be the most convenient medium nearby.
After spending several terrible minutes trying to undo the damage, Edith's mum had thrown up her hands and retrieved her scissors. Edith could feel her fingers working carefully across her scalp, and she hummed to herself in tune to the steady snip-snip-snip. She retrieved one of the knots from her knee where it had fallen and ran the trimmed edge under her thumbnail.
"Sit still," her mum warned. "Don't think I won't cut it all the way off if I have to."
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The long promised, slow coming story of Nine and Jacob after the Time War.
Jacob clutched onto the console, which had shifted again into charred wood and brass, and retched until he was wrung dry. He pulled himself to what felt like upright, in this shifting nightmare world, and looked for the Doctor.
There was a body sprawled on a smouldering oriental rug, its back turned in his direction. Jacob struggled over in the lurching motion of the agonized TARDIS and knelt on the rug. He pulled the man as gently as he could manage onto his back and stared into the face of a stranger. While the face was unfamiliar, stark and severe with short dark hair, he recognized the man's tattered clothes. With eyes stinging with tears, he unfastened the too-tight cravat that now dug cruelly into the skin of the man's throat.
It must be the Doctor, Jacob thought, and wondered what horror could have befallen his friend and his ship for them to end up like this.
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There was a body sprawled on a smouldering oriental rug, its back turned in his direction. Jacob struggled over in the lurching motion of the agonized TARDIS and knelt on the rug. He pulled the man as gently as he could manage onto his back and stared into the face of a stranger. While the face was unfamiliar, stark and severe with short dark hair, he recognized the man's tattered clothes. With eyes stinging with tears, he unfastened the too-tight cravat that now dug cruelly into the skin of the man's throat.
It must be the Doctor, Jacob thought, and wondered what horror could have befallen his friend and his ship for them to end up like this.
--
This one (as yet untitled, but up to 18,000 words for heaven's sake) is a Ten/Rose romance and adventure in the Process of Becoming series. (Some smut, too.)
"Tree Singers," breathed the Doctor. "Oh, that's brilliant." She might have no idea why he was this excited, but he was bouncing up and down onto his toes in the way he did when he was anticipating some great delight. "Lead on, Cirryon," he rhymed, grinning madly at his own joke.
Rose tried not to stare when Cirryon turned away. "A tail," she mouthed incredulously at the Doctor. He winked, and Cirryon's long, striped tail swished abruptly from side to side. Not wanting to offend the owner of the tail – it was a rather lovely tail – she shut her mouth and tried to ignore the Doctor's amusement.
They followed him through the trees, walking up ramps and once – to Rose's utter amazement – a spiral staircase. The steps were flattened, leafless branches spaced at regular intervals around an enormous tree trunk. She expected the damp barked surface of the steps to be difficult to navigate, but it provided surprisingly sure footing underneath her trainers. Another branch, curving gracefully with the staircase, served as a railing. She followed Cirryon, who took the stairs two at a time, and tried not to look down. When she did, it didn't particularly matter; her view was the same as it had been earlier. The thick forest canopy disguised the distance to whatever lay beneath them, whether that was another platform or the ground, some unknown distance below.
Behind her, the Doctor followed, pausing intermittently to admire some part of the strange design and then bounding up the stairs to catch up with her. When he did, the narrow width of the staircase prevented them from standing side by side, but he reached out and placed a hand in the curve of her lower back as both notification and reassurance of his presence.
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Rose tried not to stare when Cirryon turned away. "A tail," she mouthed incredulously at the Doctor. He winked, and Cirryon's long, striped tail swished abruptly from side to side. Not wanting to offend the owner of the tail – it was a rather lovely tail – she shut her mouth and tried to ignore the Doctor's amusement.
They followed him through the trees, walking up ramps and once – to Rose's utter amazement – a spiral staircase. The steps were flattened, leafless branches spaced at regular intervals around an enormous tree trunk. She expected the damp barked surface of the steps to be difficult to navigate, but it provided surprisingly sure footing underneath her trainers. Another branch, curving gracefully with the staircase, served as a railing. She followed Cirryon, who took the stairs two at a time, and tried not to look down. When she did, it didn't particularly matter; her view was the same as it had been earlier. The thick forest canopy disguised the distance to whatever lay beneath them, whether that was another platform or the ground, some unknown distance below.
Behind her, the Doctor followed, pausing intermittently to admire some part of the strange design and then bounding up the stairs to catch up with her. When he did, the narrow width of the staircase prevented them from standing side by side, but he reached out and placed a hand in the curve of her lower back as both notification and reassurance of his presence.
--
And finally ... Ten II and Rose, following Journey's End. This one is virtually complete, I hope. I've sent it off for beta reading and hope to have it posted in the next few days. (Ha!)
Rose put the paper in her pocket and looked over at her mum, who was trying to give directions to someone, presumably from Torchwood, on the other end of her mobile. "I don't know where we are," Jackie said with evident frustration. "There's a little shop with a green awning. Oh, can't you tell them something?" This last was aimed at the Doctor, who took the phone and spoke quietly into it. He ended the call and handed the mobile back to Jackie without comment.
"What, did you come with sat-nav?" asked her mum. "Never mind, I don't care." She pushed inside the shop with a tinkling of tiny bells.
Rose and the Doctor were left alone together for the first time since – well, if she thought back on it, the last time they had been alone was in Torchwood Tower. All of their drama since then had been conducted in front of an audience. She wanted desperately to hold his hand but felt the uncertainty come upon her again. He was out there, on the other side of the Void, but yet he was here too. She wanted to rage and cry and lash out at him – both hims, either him – but she wanted to fall upon him just as badly. It was a dizzying combination.
"What, did you come with sat-nav?" asked her mum. "Never mind, I don't care." She pushed inside the shop with a tinkling of tiny bells.
Rose and the Doctor were left alone together for the first time since – well, if she thought back on it, the last time they had been alone was in Torchwood Tower. All of their drama since then had been conducted in front of an audience. She wanted desperately to hold his hand but felt the uncertainty come upon her again. He was out there, on the other side of the Void, but yet he was here too. She wanted to rage and cry and lash out at him – both hims, either him – but she wanted to fall upon him just as badly. It was a dizzying combination.
