"You never really say much about your folks," Evelyn said. She was idly tracing her finger around the rim of her glass of Pinot Noir. "Do you keep in contact with them much?"

Kimber sort of stopped breathing for a minute, and started peeling the label off her Michael Shae’s Irish Amber. She was generally extremely grateful that people never ( Read more... )

“O, gwych. Gadewch llawenydd yn eu cyfyngu!” Kimber Mac raised her Might-As-Well-Be-Water American beer glass to the tall, thin bloke with sticky uppy hair.

“Now tha’ ye’ve dropped yer Words of Alien Wisdom amongst us common folk, ya c'n bloody well piss right back off where ya came from.” She drained the glass, flipped it, plunked it on the bar ( Read more... )

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As soon as she entered the temple to find this Alien Whoosimacallit the Doctor sent her after she felt something go really….wrong, inside her. For one thing it was WAY too quiet in her head. Not that she was complaining but even the TARDIS’ usual background noise was gone. Deciding this wasn’t something immediately effecting her ( Read more... )

multiversebleed Tenth Doctor

His brain had finally overcome the effects of the anesthetic, but his fluctuating Time Lord physiology hadn’t quite caught up yet. The UNIT doctors went to Martha for a consult on what measures to take to ease his discomfort, thinking her expertise and experience might include alternate methods of treating Aliens. Martha reviewed ( Read more... )

multiversebleed Tenth Doctor

Oi, you. It’s officially Kiss a Ginger Day today on this planet. ::smiles::

“I swear, they make these things official on purpose just to leave me out.”

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multiversebleed Tenth Doctor

[[This is potentially crap because I didn’t paper it first, I just freehanded it]]

The Doctor was getting just a bit cross at his trusty TARDIS because she was currently refusing to land where he was asking her to. He hadn’t visited Kimber Mac in a while and thought he’d see how she was adjusting to her time back from SHEILD training ( Read more... )

Kimber knew he was coming. After the refit; she knew when a flea sneezed in the Raven Yard. And he had his shields down. All she felt was piercing anger and pain coming from this him. She waited for him to buzz and flicked the switch to unlock the door. He stood there, in the doorway rocking a bit in his shiny Doc Martins, hands firmly clasped ( Read more... )

The Doctor was using slightly more of his Superior Time Lord Strength than he thought should be necessary to restrain a smallish adult human. He glanced down at the struggling mass of red curls and flailing sneakers and then back at the Peladonian Ambassador, who was smirking.

“You really should refrain from bringing domestics to diplomatic ( Read more... )

In his travels with the Doctor, Fitz had had his brain screwed with six ways from Sunday. So he had a better than passing understanding of how to keep a lid on what gets out and what gets in most of the time. This came in particularly handy around his mate Kimber Mac. They’d talked once about how tiring it got for her keeping everyone out of her ( Read more... )