misc. writing post

Jan 10, 2010 22:09

so i've got all this stuff hanging around on my computer that i've written and i figure i'll do a miscellaneous post of everything i've written that hasn't been posted yet.

fandoms include: The Mighty Boosh, Epic Crossover Fic, unfinished Tokio Hotel, unfinished Torchwood

Vince slept on his front, with his arms pulled close: Howard slept on his back, arms behind his head.

In their shared bedroom, purple, swirly and psychedelic on one side: a range of browns on the other, slept Vince and Howard. The way they slept showed as sharp a contrast as their various decorations. Vince slept on his front, with his arms pulled close: Howard slept on his back, arms behind his head. Occasionally Vince would mumble, and snuggle further down into the mess of blankets surrounding him: Howard would smile and stretch, sheets slipping further down the bed. In the daytime the roles would reverse again. Vince clamoring for attention, sparkling in the sunshine: Howard quietly reserved, in the shadows.

It wasn’t often that Howard smiled. Properly smiled. Not acting or pretending for Vince’s sake or anything like that. But when he did it made Vince go warm inside. The smile would start at the corner of Howard’s mouth and blossom slowly across until his entire mouth was in on the act. And it would spread slowly up his face like it was soaking slowly in. Then it would reach his eyes and they would light up, golden and amber and soft and then Vince would melt. Or die. Die if that golden sunlit smile was directed at anyone other than him. Vince didn’t like to be greedy or selfish but he couldn’t help it, that smile was his and his alone. He’d claimed it the first time they’d met. He’d never told Howard this, he’d thought he’d never need to. He’d never seen that smile directed at anyone else before, he’d thought it would be his forever. He’d thought that they’d had an understanding. Vince can smile enough for the both of them and Howard would smile for Vince alone.


5.
"Your skin is an amazing colour!"
Vince smiles a dazzling smile at the blue woman sitting next to him in the ampitheatre.
"Vince, shut up."
"I'm just making small talk!"
He says, indignant and turns back to the blue woman.

6.
"Doctor."
"What do you want?"
"Not even a hug for your old friend??? I did save your life you know."
"Fuck off."
At this point Vince strolls into the console room.
The Captain smiles at him. Vince smiles back.
"Why hello there...." Jack holds out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."
"Alright. 'M Vince Noir." Vince takes the outstretched hand with his own. Jack kisses it.
"Hi Vince Noir."
"That's a genius coat you've got!"
"Thanks."
"You!" The Doctor points at Jack. "Get OUT of my TARDIS!"
"Awww, come on Doctor! Let 'im stay! It could be fun."
Jack grins lewdly at Vince.
"NO!" The Doctor almost roars. He picks up a handy broom and shunts Jack out of the shop. He grins sarcastically, "Haha. Piss off."

7.
The Doctor stumbles drunkenly down the street.
A passerby stares at him, before hurrying on as he looks in their direction.
"D'you know... that my house... is BIGGER! on the inside...?" he slurs.
He keeps stumbling down the dark street in Shoreditch.
Heavy pounding music blares out of a club. A sparkling man comes out, dressed from head to toe in sequins.
"Isss bigger! On the inside! You wanna come see it????" The Doctor goes to grab the man and misses, falling down at his feet.
The sparkly stranger grins. "Really?"
"Yah." The Doctor smiles stupidly up from the ground. He clambers to his feet doggedly. It takes him a few goes to get it.
"Thisss way..."
He wobbles off in a direction.
The sparkly man follows him.
The Doctor fumbles with a key before falling inside the door of the blue box. The glitter man steps gingerly over him inside.
"WOW! This is well space age!"
A gentle snoring comes from the ground.
The man smiles at him before wandering off to investigate further the mysterious blue box.

8.
"Who's this?"
Howard looks suspiciously at the handsome stranger.
"Alright, Howard. This is Captain Jack. He needs somewhere to stay for a while so I said he could stay with us."
Howard humphs and goes back to his stocktaking.
"Soooo... do a lot of stocktaking 'round here?"
"I do. Vince doesn't."
Jack wanders around the shop. Stops in front of the jazz records.
"These yours?"
Howard looks up sullenly and quickly takes interest.
"Yeah... that's Jimmy Big Face Jefferson. One of the forerunners of Post Bop. Amazing."
"I was there at the final concert of Tommy Toots McQueen. It was one of the best nights of the 20th century. The blaring trumpets, the scat..."
"Scat?" Howard pays real attention now.
"Yeah, the lack of rules, the boundaries, off in the distance."
Howard takes Jack's arm and leads him to the back of the shop...

9.
The Doctor wakes up with the mother of all hangovers. He can't remember any of last night except for something glittery.
I must be imagining it, he thinks and sets the TARDIS to dematerialise.
Until the glittery thing from last night walks into the room.
"Alright."
"Who are you???" The Doctor glares suspiciously at the man.
"'M Vince. You asked me to come home with you last night."
"Had I... been drinking???"
Vince makes a vague gesture as if he were measuring something and an accompanying face. "Maybe a bit."
The Doctor grunts. Vince wanders away again.
“Wait!”
Vince stops, looks around.
“Hmm?”
“Where do you think you’re going? Huh? This is my TARDIS.”
“TARDIS? What’s that?”
“This! Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. It’s my ship!”
“Ship? It doesn’t look much like a ship.” Vince frowns, confused.
“Space ship! It’s a space ship!” The Doctor pulls his hair in frustration.
‘Space ship? That is well sci-fi!” Vince grins and starts wandering off again.

10. (by larkworth)
Ianto is almost shaking with rage when he corners the strange, sparkly man in the archives.
"What are you trying to prove?"
Vince just blinks at him vacantly, offering a confused sort of smile.
"Alright?"
Ianto swallows, his fist clenches in the obscenity that was his waistcoat as he thrusts it forward.
"I don't know what you're planning here, but you won't get away with it."
Vince's eyes light up. He beams at Ianto, apparently not hearing anything he'd said.
"Yeah, genius, innit? I reckon Glam-Corporate's be the next thing. Try it on!"
Ianto's stares at Vince, feeling his eyes getting wider and wider. Eventually he looks down, taking a deep breath.
"Umm... I don't think..... Well, I think I'd better be off now."
"Alright. See ye later."
"Right."
Ianto quickly backs out of the archives.

11.
Vince turns left up a flight of stairs and opens a door. He stops. And gapes.
The entire room is filled with clothes. From different decades, different centuries, different planets even!
Vince takes a tentative step forward. Calling out to him from every angle are colours and textures, begging him to take them and put them on and accessorise them. He spins dazed by the colour and then laughs for joy.
Two hours later the Doctor wonders where that man who disappeared into the TARDIS is. Oh well, nothing much he can do I suppose, he thinks, and forgets about him again.
It’s only when he goes to the wardrobe to eventually change out of this weeks clothes that he finds Vince again. Curled up in a little nest of clothing, with a little smile on his face. In his arms are the pair of gogo boots that Jo had worn when she’d travelled with him. The Doctor isn’t sure what he’s feeling. Half of him wants to shout at Vince for messing the wardrobe up. The other half wants to tuck him into bed.
Eventually he settles for humphing loudly, and stomping back to the control room with his hands in his pockets.

12.
(Not actually involving Vince. Matt Smith into Dylan Moran regeneration scene.)
Light streamed from the Doctor’s head and hands.
His young face contorted in what looked like pain before growing and drooping and souring.
The light stopped and he crumpled forward on himself.
“Christ I need a drink.”
He stopped, looked down at his hands and dragged them down over his face.
“I’m old. And IRISH!” He ran his hands over his face again. A look or realisation dawns on his face, his mouth opening and his eyes widening.
He turns on his heel and runs to the nearest bathroom and peers in the mirror.
“Fuck! Fuck it all!” The Doctor throws the soap across the room and tugs on his definitely NOT GINGER hair. If anything it was further from ginger than it had been before.
“I’m IRISH and I’m NOT GINGER!!!!” The Doctor’s voice cracks and he drags himself back to the console room.
He sets the TARDIS to materialise in London. His thoughts go through this process: London > Pub > ALCOHOL.
He needs desperately to forget this cruel, cruel quirk of fate.
Later he stumbles down the street, grinning and asking total strangers whether they want to come and see his house that’s BIGGER on the INSIDE.


Bill bounced into their shared dressing room, which wasn’t really a room at all. He was still on a high from the show and was babbling excitedly to Tom about everything.
“Did you see us Tomi? That was so great!” A dazzling smile stretched across his face.
Tom followed more sedately behind, smiling at the younger twin. He still looked fabulous despite the long show and Tom felt a surge of affection, that burned slightly hotter than maybe normal filial love. Tom shifted uncomfortably at the feeling but it had grown so common lately that he was getting used to it.
Bill clapped his hands excitedly. “Do you know who was best though?”
Tom looked slyly at his twin. “Of course it was you Bill.”
“NO silly! It was you Tomi. It’ll always be you.” He wrapped himself around Tom’s arm and rested his head on Tom’s shoulder. Again Tom felt a flutter of warmth in his stomach.
Both twins started as a rhythmic wrenching noise filled the air. Slowly a blue box faded into view. Bill’s eyes were like plates and Tom’s mouth open and shut comically as a man in the blue suit and long brown coat stepped out of the box.
He beamed widely.
“Hello! Are you Bill and Tom Kaulitz?” He grinned wider if that was even possible. He strode forward and gripped Bill’s hand in a quick handshake, then turned to Tom. “This is brilliant! You two were revolutionary! Began a new age of more open sexuality and made people accept what could be considered,” he made quotation marks in the air with his fingers, “‘Less than usual’ relationships. I mean...” He cut himself off at the twins’ stunned faces. “Umm, what year is this?”
Bill raised an eyebrow, and found his voice. “28th February 2010?”
A look of realisation dawned on the Doctor’s face. “Ohhhh, you don’t know yet. Ignore everything I just said.”
The Doctor stuck his hands in his pockets and took a look around the room.
“I’m the Doctor by the way.”
Tom cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you.”
“Oh no, nice to meet you!”
Matching the Doctor’s grin, Bill practically purred at the Doctor. “Your coat is awesome. Although I think it would be better in black.” Bill tilted his head to the side and frowned slightly, evaluating.
The Doctor gestured over his shoulder, towards the blue box. “I might have one in the TARDIS.”
Bill took a confident step towards the door of the TARDIS. “That’s the TARDIS?”

From the Chula Warship

Captain Jack Harkness turned in the radio; Drifting over the lines came the announcement that Germany had invaded Poland. Jack knew what was coming. They were about to go to war.

- - - - - - - - - -

London
1941
Height of the London Blitz

Jack knew what his other self was doing right now. He’d stood on the river bank on the opposite shore to Big Ben and watched the shimmering air. Through binoculars he’d seen himself and Rose stand on nothing, and heard the faint but familiar strains of Glenn Miller.

Normally he’d steer clear of his own timeline. This was different. He’d remembered the Nanogenes and the havoc they’d caused but also the joy in the Doctor’s face as he’d shouted ‘Everybody lives!’.

And an idea had begun to form in his mind. He knew he couldn’t stop Jamie or the gasmask people - couldn’t meddle. No matter, he didn’t want to. What he wanted was a sample of the Nanogenes. Those beautiful little darting points of light that could do almost anything with the right programming.

Having watched himself and Rose depart to look for the Doctor, he crossed the Thames at the nearest bridge. Flipping open his wristband he took a few minutes to calibrate the teleport so that it would beam him inside the Chula warship.

The Ship’s computer recognised him. It’s sterile, yet oddly sultry feminine voice echoed throughout the ship as it greeted him.

‘Welcome back Captain.’

‘Hi...’ Jack replied absentmindedly.

He was searching around in the one of the storage containers for a jar of some sort to put the sample of Nanogenes he was about to collect in. It couldn’t be just an ordinary glass jar or anything either. Nanogenes were all about him in the air of the ship, at that very moment, inactive but there nevertheless. He knew just opening a jar and waving it around wouldn’t succeed in capturing a concentration high enough to do anything more than heal a paper cut. Nanogenes needed a special containment field that would first attract them and then hold them in the open jar so as to not just let them fly free when the jar was opened.

Jack sifted through the things in the storage container. A length of string, which he out in his pocket, ‘Never can have too much string’ he thought; a small round metal sphere, pretty but quite useless; a dream catcher from the Antares solar system, some silvery string wound around a wooden frame, adorned with elaborate Antarean bird feathers; a manual for the Chula warship he was in, unread and covered with dust, he smiled to himself, ‘Who ever reads the manual?’; finally he found what he was looking for. It was about 20 centimetres long and 10 in diameter. Rounded at each end with a raised rim. At one end a metal key poked out of the lock. Around the main body, it had grooves set in.

Jack grinned.

Twisting the key in the lock he opened the canister. The prickling points of light condensed around the opened end of the canister, before disappearing inside it. Replacing the end of the canister and relocking it he carefully placed the on the piece of string he’d pulled from the storage unit. Hanging this around his neck, he slipped quietly out of the ship and back off into the Blitz.
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