Assorted TW Commentfics
First, yays for the secret Santa fic that I got. solsticezero wrote The Better Things, and I repeat my admonition that everyone go read it NOW and tell her how awesome it is. Thanks, Solstice! It was a fantastic prezzie!
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Title: Hell, Yeah! (erm, more a working title than anything else)
Rating: PG
Characters: Eugene Jones, Dalek Beta
A/N: Blue (being all anon and stuff) wanted Eugene to meet the felicitating dalek. I kept misreading "felicitating."
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Eugene left the shop with his hands empty. Mum wanted a particular scent this year for Christmas, showed him the bottle and told him the brand, and do any of these places still have some? Of course not. He found the stupid bloody robot ball his brother wanted, not a proper Transformer at all, but Mum was going to be disappointed.
Eugene didn't like thinking about how much his Mum was disappointed in him already.
He kicked a lamppost as he walked by it, annoyed with himself. He'd buy her flowers on his way home, and he'd try better next year.
The air in front of him flashed, and --
"EMERGENCY TEMPORAL SHIFT COMPLETED. ACCESSING LOCAL SOURCES FOR CURRENT LOCATION."
Eugene's mouth fell open. An alien! An alien robot! In front of him! "I come in peace!" he said to the alien, as others on the street looked on curiously.
Two kids walked over, dragging their mum. "Lookit! S'nalien!"
"It's street theatre, dears," she said in a tired voice, forcing them away.
The robot, which resembled a large Art Deco pepper pot with an emphasis on toilet fixtures, revolved one long eyestem at him, and Eugene pressed back. "WHAT IS THE DATE?"
"What?"
"WHAT IS THE DATE?"
"It's, uh, Christmas Eve," stammered Eugene.
The eyestem watched him, and fear trickled into Eugene's thoughts. Aliens were amazing, and his biggest wish was happening right now, but a tiny voice that sounded more than a bit like his Mum perked up in the back of his mind letting him know he was probably about to die messily.
The inner voice also asked him about the current cleanliness of his boxer shorts.
Then the alien robot produced a red Father Christmas hat out of nowhere, and plopped it onto Eugene's head.
"FELICITATE! FELICITATE!"
Eugene's palms began to sweat. "But ... I mean, you're a robot! You don't have a ... " He watched the doodah roller nervously, wondering if it would even fit into his mouth.
"FELICITATE! AND UNLIKELY OMNIPOTENT SUPERNATURAL BEING PROVIDE FAVOUR FOR ALL." It paused. "EVERY ONE!"
The alien vanished in another flash, leaving Eugene on the street with a floppy red velour hat. A floppy red alien velour hat. This was so going into his collection.
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Solstice wrote a followup Dalek story with Dalek Beta Does the New Year for ME! So that made it extra awesome.
Title: News at Eleven
Rating: R (language)
Characters: Suzie, Tosh (Suzie/Tosh?)
A/N: Blue wanted Suzie with a surprise guest, either Tosh or the Risen Mitten. I did this one, Lioness did the other. :D
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Suzie's flat fills with a warm, good smell. She'd say it reminds her of Christmastime when she was a child, but her memories aren't pleasant to relive. The microwave beeps at her, and she burns her fingers on the ready meal's tray.
God, this is depressing. Maybe she should go in and take the shift for Jack.
The doorbell rings. If Owen is fucking drunk again …
"Hi." Tosh's smile is hopeful as she holds up a bag. "I brought Chinese."
Suzie opens a bottle, and they split the food and the wine, and make a memory of their own.
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And while we're at it, I'm de-anoning for touchyerwood. I wrote Clarity, Alice/Johnson, voyeur, toys, do I NEED to point out the NC-17?
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Title: Hell, Yeah! (erm, more a working title than anything else)
Rating: PG
Characters: Eugene Jones, Dalek Beta
A/N: Blue (being all anon and stuff) wanted Eugene to meet the felicitating dalek. I kept misreading "felicitating."
***
Eugene left the shop with his hands empty. Mum wanted a particular scent this year for Christmas, showed him the bottle and told him the brand, and do any of these places still have some? Of course not. He found the stupid bloody robot ball his brother wanted, not a proper Transformer at all, but Mum was going to be disappointed.
Eugene didn't like thinking about how much his Mum was disappointed in him already.
He kicked a lamppost as he walked by it, annoyed with himself. He'd buy her flowers on his way home, and he'd try better next year.
The air in front of him flashed, and --
"EMERGENCY TEMPORAL SHIFT COMPLETED. ACCESSING LOCAL SOURCES FOR CURRENT LOCATION."
Eugene's mouth fell open. An alien! An alien robot! In front of him! "I come in peace!" he said to the alien, as others on the street looked on curiously.
Two kids walked over, dragging their mum. "Lookit! S'nalien!"
"It's street theatre, dears," she said in a tired voice, forcing them away.
The robot, which resembled a large Art Deco pepper pot with an emphasis on toilet fixtures, revolved one long eyestem at him, and Eugene pressed back. "WHAT IS THE DATE?"
"What?"
"WHAT IS THE DATE?"
"It's, uh, Christmas Eve," stammered Eugene.
The eyestem watched him, and fear trickled into Eugene's thoughts. Aliens were amazing, and his biggest wish was happening right now, but a tiny voice that sounded more than a bit like his Mum perked up in the back of his mind letting him know he was probably about to die messily.
The inner voice also asked him about the current cleanliness of his boxer shorts.
Then the alien robot produced a red Father Christmas hat out of nowhere, and plopped it onto Eugene's head.
"FELICITATE! FELICITATE!"
Eugene's palms began to sweat. "But ... I mean, you're a robot! You don't have a ... " He watched the doodah roller nervously, wondering if it would even fit into his mouth.
"FELICITATE! AND UNLIKELY OMNIPOTENT SUPERNATURAL BEING PROVIDE FAVOUR FOR ALL." It paused. "EVERY ONE!"
The alien vanished in another flash, leaving Eugene on the street with a floppy red velour hat. A floppy red alien velour hat. This was so going into his collection.
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Solstice wrote a followup Dalek story with Dalek Beta Does the New Year for ME! So that made it extra awesome.
Title: News at Eleven
Rating: R (language)
Characters: Suzie, Tosh (Suzie/Tosh?)
A/N: Blue wanted Suzie with a surprise guest, either Tosh or the Risen Mitten. I did this one, Lioness did the other. :D
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Suzie's flat fills with a warm, good smell. She'd say it reminds her of Christmastime when she was a child, but her memories aren't pleasant to relive. The microwave beeps at her, and she burns her fingers on the ready meal's tray.
God, this is depressing. Maybe she should go in and take the shift for Jack.
The doorbell rings. If Owen is fucking drunk again …
"Hi." Tosh's smile is hopeful as she holds up a bag. "I brought Chinese."
Suzie opens a bottle, and they split the food and the wine, and make a memory of their own.
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And while we're at it, I'm de-anoning for touchyerwood. I wrote Clarity, Alice/Johnson, voyeur, toys, do I NEED to point out the NC-17?