FIC: As the World Shuffles Along (Multi-Fandom) August Set
So, uh, I’ve had most of these written by the end of each month now, (except Nov), but have been, well, lax on posting obviously. Oops?
Um, August Set. Right here. Heh.
Doctor who dominance as I rewatched in prep of the new episodes, More Tammy Pierce, Disney and a dabble in Pokemon...
Title: Birthdays are Complicated Things
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: River Song, Rory Williams
Timeframe: “A Good Man Goes to War” (S6)
Theme: The Lottery Ticket - BSG mini soundtrack
~*~
River is still riding the high from her birthday date as she waltzes back to her cell, her mind deliciously occupied.
Rory Williams in the garb of a Roman centurion is not what she expects to find.
The look on his face drives the happy thoughts from her head rapidly, although she tries to hold on to them, and she finds herself babbling uncharacteristically.
Her birthday.
She checks her diary on reflex, but it all clicked into place in her mind already.
Demon’s Run.
River cannot face him as he explains the basics of what she already knows. She can’t stand to see the look on his face when she admits she can’t help. When Rory presses her as to why, she manages to string out a coherent answer, drawing on her past conversations with him (from his timestream, at least), gives as much information as she can.
She can’t express that her terror is not just from the Doctor finding out who she is, but himself and Amy finding out that the infant they tried so hard to find is already gone. In many ways, she has feared this confrontation with her parents as much as anything she has admitted to any living soul.
Oh, she wishes she could go, change her own story, and that of her parents. But her story as already been written, the paradox created would be horrendous, and quite possibly deadly.
For all of time’s fluidity, it is still a harsh mistress.
After Rory leaves, muttering and a scowl plastered on his face, River finds herself curled into a corner, tears tracking down her face. She rarely allows herself these moments of indulgence and self-pity, but today, is surely one of those days. She tries to enjoy the time she gets to spend with Amy and Rory in their messed up timelines, but the pain never really leaves.
River Song cries. She cries for Amy and Rory, but mostly, she cries for Melody Pond, and the life she never had.
~*~
Title: These Broken Wishes
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Rory Williams
Timeframe: “A Good Man Goes to War” (S6)
Theme: The Vision - Immediate Music
~*~
For a couple of hours, they thought that they had been victorious.
He’d held his daughter (it still seemed so surreal. He suddenly has a daughter), embraced his wife again, and the three of them were suddenly a family.
There had been a thrill of fear run through him when Madame Vastra had commented, “My friend, you have never risen higher.”
“He’ll rise higher than ever before, then fall so much further,” River’s voice echoed in his memory.
But he’d pushed it aside, caught up in the moment, holding his family close and not wanting to consider that they could be split apart again.
But it was a foolish thought.
Lorna Bucket’s warning was only the beginning. He should have gotten Amy and Melody into the TARDIS straight away, but hindsight is a bitch.
Battle joined, nowhere to hide except some storage boxes. Rory looses himself into the fury of battle, taking down any one that heads for his wife and daughter, letting the memories of the roman centurion lead him through the fight.
Then he hears Amy scream.
Amy has never screamed like that before in her life.
He finds her in hysterics, clutching the swaddling that had contained their daughter, but is now covered with a horribly familiar goo.
Melody had never really been here at all.
They’d lost before they’d even started.
His knees give out beneath him as he cries with his wife.
~*~
Title: Changes of Perspective
Fandom: Tamora Pierce’s Tortall (Protector of the Small)
Characters: Keladry of Mindelan, Cleon of Kenann
Timeframe: Early Lady Knight
Theme: Everything I’m Not - The Veronicas
~*~
Oh no, don't go changing
That's what you told me from the start
Thought you where something different
That's when it all just fell apart
~*~
It’s strange, Kel feels, the relief that comes with Cleon and her breaking off their relationship.
There’s sadness, yes, and pain, but truthfully, Kel knows that their relationship had run its course. She can’t speak for Cleon, of course, but the fire is gone for her, and even before that happened, she had begun to realise things were not going to really work.
For all that Cleon had fallen for the female squire, there were times that she wondered if he momentarily forgot she was not a normal noble born lady. When he had first muttered something about marriage, automatically assuming that was where she wanted the relationship to go.
(Kel has to admit, there had been some appeal to the idea, but nowhere in the near future, she had too much to accomplish first.)
She hopes that they can keep their friendship at least.
Keladry sends a quick prayer to the Goddess that Cleon’s new bride would realise how lucky she was, and that they would be happy together.
Cleon deserved to be happy, and have the family he wished for, which she could never give him.
~*~
Title: Misunderstood Insults
Fandom: Pokemon
Characters: Ash Ketchum, Misty Waterflower
Timeframe: early seasons
Theme: Dance of the Cucumber - Veggie Tales
~*~
El deberia poder cantar (He wishes he could sing)
Fuerte y ducle como el pepino (strong and sweet like the cucumber)
Pero no puede ... (But he can't ...)
!Ni siquiera da un silbido! (Can't even ... whistle!)
All right! That's it Senor! Come over here and let me sing YOU a song!"
...
Bob is really angry! I hope he doesn't catch me!
It's so hard to run with this sombrero on my head
~*~
As luck would have it, Ash, Misty and Brock have stumbled into town during one of the local festivals.
Brock, of course, had ended up chasing a pretty girl, who would no doubt shoot him down after tiring of the corny pick-up lines that he was constantly using.
“Pika!”
Ash looked at Pikachu, who was currently pointing at a rather enticing display of festival buns at a nearby stall.
“Yeah, I’m starving too,” he replied to Pikachu. “Misty, you want any?” he turned to the red-head next to him.
“Hmm?” Misty’s attention was focussed elsewhere, though Ash failed to see anything interesting where she was looking. “No, I’m fine Ash,” she said distractedly.
Ash shrugged, and moved towards the stall to buy some festival buns (which were just as delicious as they looked).
He returns to find a frustrated Misty trying to converse with an old woman. Amused, Ash watched as Misty tried to get her point across with a sloppy form of sign language, which the old lady was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, speaking in her own dialect, which Ash vaguely remembered from his mothers old tapes (Delia had gone through a stage where she had learnt some of the more obscure languages and dialects around).
A word from the old woman caught his attention, and he snorted.
Misty whirled to face him. “Shut it, Ash!” she growled. “Unless you can tell me what she’s saying, go and stuff your face more!”
Ash shrugged. “I don’t know what she’s saying, but I know she just called you a porcupine,” he said nonchalantly, a grin on his face.
Misty’s eyes narrowed, the old vendor forgotten. “Ash,” she all but growled. “Stop using this as an excuse to humiliate me or I will find a pack of Beedrill to shove you into!”
~*~
Title: New Dreams
Fandom: Tangled
Characters: Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider
Timeframe: Pre-movie
Theme: Little Amy - Doctor Who season 5 soundtrack
~*~
The village guard had just called the midnight hour, and all was seemingly quiet at the small orphanage.
In the boys room, a young brown-haired boy of twelve holds his breath as the house mother scans the room before retiring to her room. As soon as the candlelight disappears down the hallway, Eugene is slipping out of his bed, revealing what he guessed passes for travelling clothes rather than his night clothes.
Under his bed is his small knapsack, filled with all his worldly possessions. It doesn’t add up to much: an extra set of clothes, a watch that had supposedly belonged to his father, and some meagre food supplies, quietly lifted from the table at meal times over the past few weeks.
He sore considered taking the book with him. But it was too heavy, and he was loathe to deny the younger children their stories.
With apprehension and excitement warring in his heart, Eugene snuck out the window into the dark night.
At the edge of the village boundary, he spared himself one look back, knowing he wouldn’t be returning.
Eugene Fitzherbert, he decided, was not a name for adventuring.
Flynn Rider, on the other hand, would do nicely.
~*~
I have decided that the worst part of mini-fic is figuring out what passes for a decent ending *pulls face* I hate most of the endings I’m doing here. But I am proud to work the insanity of Veggie Tales into something vaguely passable.... :)
Um, August Set. Right here. Heh.
Doctor who dominance as I rewatched in prep of the new episodes, More Tammy Pierce, Disney and a dabble in Pokemon...
Title: Birthdays are Complicated Things
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: River Song, Rory Williams
Timeframe: “A Good Man Goes to War” (S6)
Theme: The Lottery Ticket - BSG mini soundtrack
~*~
River is still riding the high from her birthday date as she waltzes back to her cell, her mind deliciously occupied.
Rory Williams in the garb of a Roman centurion is not what she expects to find.
The look on his face drives the happy thoughts from her head rapidly, although she tries to hold on to them, and she finds herself babbling uncharacteristically.
Her birthday.
She checks her diary on reflex, but it all clicked into place in her mind already.
Demon’s Run.
River cannot face him as he explains the basics of what she already knows. She can’t stand to see the look on his face when she admits she can’t help. When Rory presses her as to why, she manages to string out a coherent answer, drawing on her past conversations with him (from his timestream, at least), gives as much information as she can.
She can’t express that her terror is not just from the Doctor finding out who she is, but himself and Amy finding out that the infant they tried so hard to find is already gone. In many ways, she has feared this confrontation with her parents as much as anything she has admitted to any living soul.
Oh, she wishes she could go, change her own story, and that of her parents. But her story as already been written, the paradox created would be horrendous, and quite possibly deadly.
For all of time’s fluidity, it is still a harsh mistress.
After Rory leaves, muttering and a scowl plastered on his face, River finds herself curled into a corner, tears tracking down her face. She rarely allows herself these moments of indulgence and self-pity, but today, is surely one of those days. She tries to enjoy the time she gets to spend with Amy and Rory in their messed up timelines, but the pain never really leaves.
River Song cries. She cries for Amy and Rory, but mostly, she cries for Melody Pond, and the life she never had.
~*~
Title: These Broken Wishes
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Rory Williams
Timeframe: “A Good Man Goes to War” (S6)
Theme: The Vision - Immediate Music
~*~
For a couple of hours, they thought that they had been victorious.
He’d held his daughter (it still seemed so surreal. He suddenly has a daughter), embraced his wife again, and the three of them were suddenly a family.
There had been a thrill of fear run through him when Madame Vastra had commented, “My friend, you have never risen higher.”
“He’ll rise higher than ever before, then fall so much further,” River’s voice echoed in his memory.
But he’d pushed it aside, caught up in the moment, holding his family close and not wanting to consider that they could be split apart again.
But it was a foolish thought.
Lorna Bucket’s warning was only the beginning. He should have gotten Amy and Melody into the TARDIS straight away, but hindsight is a bitch.
Battle joined, nowhere to hide except some storage boxes. Rory looses himself into the fury of battle, taking down any one that heads for his wife and daughter, letting the memories of the roman centurion lead him through the fight.
Then he hears Amy scream.
Amy has never screamed like that before in her life.
He finds her in hysterics, clutching the swaddling that had contained their daughter, but is now covered with a horribly familiar goo.
Melody had never really been here at all.
They’d lost before they’d even started.
His knees give out beneath him as he cries with his wife.
~*~
Title: Changes of Perspective
Fandom: Tamora Pierce’s Tortall (Protector of the Small)
Characters: Keladry of Mindelan, Cleon of Kenann
Timeframe: Early Lady Knight
Theme: Everything I’m Not - The Veronicas
~*~
Oh no, don't go changing
That's what you told me from the start
Thought you where something different
That's when it all just fell apart
~*~
It’s strange, Kel feels, the relief that comes with Cleon and her breaking off their relationship.
There’s sadness, yes, and pain, but truthfully, Kel knows that their relationship had run its course. She can’t speak for Cleon, of course, but the fire is gone for her, and even before that happened, she had begun to realise things were not going to really work.
For all that Cleon had fallen for the female squire, there were times that she wondered if he momentarily forgot she was not a normal noble born lady. When he had first muttered something about marriage, automatically assuming that was where she wanted the relationship to go.
(Kel has to admit, there had been some appeal to the idea, but nowhere in the near future, she had too much to accomplish first.)
She hopes that they can keep their friendship at least.
Keladry sends a quick prayer to the Goddess that Cleon’s new bride would realise how lucky she was, and that they would be happy together.
Cleon deserved to be happy, and have the family he wished for, which she could never give him.
~*~
Title: Misunderstood Insults
Fandom: Pokemon
Characters: Ash Ketchum, Misty Waterflower
Timeframe: early seasons
Theme: Dance of the Cucumber - Veggie Tales
~*~
El deberia poder cantar (He wishes he could sing)
Fuerte y ducle como el pepino (strong and sweet like the cucumber)
Pero no puede ... (But he can't ...)
!Ni siquiera da un silbido! (Can't even ... whistle!)
All right! That's it Senor! Come over here and let me sing YOU a song!"
...
Bob is really angry! I hope he doesn't catch me!
It's so hard to run with this sombrero on my head
~*~
As luck would have it, Ash, Misty and Brock have stumbled into town during one of the local festivals.
Brock, of course, had ended up chasing a pretty girl, who would no doubt shoot him down after tiring of the corny pick-up lines that he was constantly using.
“Pika!”
Ash looked at Pikachu, who was currently pointing at a rather enticing display of festival buns at a nearby stall.
“Yeah, I’m starving too,” he replied to Pikachu. “Misty, you want any?” he turned to the red-head next to him.
“Hmm?” Misty’s attention was focussed elsewhere, though Ash failed to see anything interesting where she was looking. “No, I’m fine Ash,” she said distractedly.
Ash shrugged, and moved towards the stall to buy some festival buns (which were just as delicious as they looked).
He returns to find a frustrated Misty trying to converse with an old woman. Amused, Ash watched as Misty tried to get her point across with a sloppy form of sign language, which the old lady was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, speaking in her own dialect, which Ash vaguely remembered from his mothers old tapes (Delia had gone through a stage where she had learnt some of the more obscure languages and dialects around).
A word from the old woman caught his attention, and he snorted.
Misty whirled to face him. “Shut it, Ash!” she growled. “Unless you can tell me what she’s saying, go and stuff your face more!”
Ash shrugged. “I don’t know what she’s saying, but I know she just called you a porcupine,” he said nonchalantly, a grin on his face.
Misty’s eyes narrowed, the old vendor forgotten. “Ash,” she all but growled. “Stop using this as an excuse to humiliate me or I will find a pack of Beedrill to shove you into!”
~*~
Title: New Dreams
Fandom: Tangled
Characters: Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider
Timeframe: Pre-movie
Theme: Little Amy - Doctor Who season 5 soundtrack
~*~
The village guard had just called the midnight hour, and all was seemingly quiet at the small orphanage.
In the boys room, a young brown-haired boy of twelve holds his breath as the house mother scans the room before retiring to her room. As soon as the candlelight disappears down the hallway, Eugene is slipping out of his bed, revealing what he guessed passes for travelling clothes rather than his night clothes.
Under his bed is his small knapsack, filled with all his worldly possessions. It doesn’t add up to much: an extra set of clothes, a watch that had supposedly belonged to his father, and some meagre food supplies, quietly lifted from the table at meal times over the past few weeks.
He sore considered taking the book with him. But it was too heavy, and he was loathe to deny the younger children their stories.
With apprehension and excitement warring in his heart, Eugene snuck out the window into the dark night.
At the edge of the village boundary, he spared himself one look back, knowing he wouldn’t be returning.
Eugene Fitzherbert, he decided, was not a name for adventuring.
Flynn Rider, on the other hand, would do nicely.
~*~
I have decided that the worst part of mini-fic is figuring out what passes for a decent ending *pulls face* I hate most of the endings I’m doing here. But I am proud to work the insanity of Veggie Tales into something vaguely passable.... :)