Fic(s): Drabble Night Drabbles
A series of fics (drabble-length or a little longer) written during a writing exercise with ladychi last night. Each fic is based on a one word prompt and written in the space of 5 minutes (though some took a little longer). You can find Chi's stories based on the same prompts here.
Rating: All ages
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (non-specified incarnation)
Prompt Word: Fire
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Flames dance high, higher; grasping, reaching for sky and star.
Smoke billows out, slithering like a snake, between buildings and trees and beyond, across the whole of the planet, choking it, killing it.
Heat licks at his skin, his arms, his face, making the air nearly unbreathable, even for him.
He stands at the edge of fire, watches as it consumes, leaving nothing behind, not even a trace of life, and he knows that it's right, even as he battles the demons that tell him that it's wrong.
He is the spark that started the flame.
He is the Doctor.
~~~
Rating: All ages
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Prompt Word: Zen
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
“And the point is...”
“Relaxation, focus,” the Doctor tossed Rose a look from beneath his brown fringe, “spiritual enlightenment?”
“Thought you didn't believe in a higher power.”
“Nonononono, I do.” He shook his head vigorously, returning his attention to the small candle sitting on the floor between them. “Wouldn't do not to believe in myself.”
“Cheeky,” she groaned. “So you want me to worship you then, yeah?” Snickering, she got herself into a more comfortable position and focused on the red and yellow flame.
No, he thought to himself, just love me.
~~~
Rating: All ages
Characters/Pairings: Rose
Prompt Word: TARDIS
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Takes place post-Doomsday in Pete's world.
It starts off as a vague feeling, something tickling at the back of her mind. Like an insect; buzzing, fluttering its wings against her skin, but flitting off quickly, too quickly. Before she can lay eyes on it.
As time passes, the feeling grows in intensity, getting bigger, louder, much more obnoxious. It screams, pay attention to me, touch me, feel me. Know me.
And yet still she cannot grasp it, cannot name it. Cannot figure out what's so important that she feels like she should be doing something.
Did she leave the stove on?
Forget to mail the rent check?
Miss Mickey's birthday?
No. Nothing so mundane. So...
It finally comes to her in dreams. A word. Just one word. One tiny, little word, that could mean everything and nothing.
TARDIS
~~~
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Rose/Doctor (Nine or Ten)
Prompt Word: Playground
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
She'd never quite looked at her childhood stomping grounds from this vantage point before. Never quite imagined she'd be laying upside down on the slide naked either.
With a very flexible, very talented Time Lord between her legs.
Good thing said Time Lord had some very helpful friends. Like a certain author, who he'd saved from an untimely death at the hands of a particularly nasty Gourk'tor. And then said author had been so grateful, she'd given him a couple of cloaks of invisibility.
Really the number of aliens posing as human on Earth was staggering. Besides the obvious (who didn't think there was something just a little bit inhuman about Michael Jackson?), there was--
Oh!
Sucking in a sharp breath, her fingers tightened on the cool metal of the slide, mind swirling with the sudden assault on her senses. His hot breath on her thigh, the scrape of his teeth across her sensitive flesh, the husky sound of his moans as he buried his fingers deeper inside her.
Her orgasm hit suddenly and without warning, causing her to cry out, no longer worried about someone hearing her. She squeezed her eyes shut, hips arching up, back bent in a suspension of pleasure. Her grip loosened and she lost her precarious position, sliding down the slippery surface and landing in a naked heap on the ground.
The Doctor's chuckles reached her ears and she groaned, tossing a handful of rocks in his direction.
Fifth and final fic to be posted a little later. :)
Rating: All ages
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (non-specified incarnation)
Prompt Word: Fire
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Flames dance high, higher; grasping, reaching for sky and star.
Smoke billows out, slithering like a snake, between buildings and trees and beyond, across the whole of the planet, choking it, killing it.
Heat licks at his skin, his arms, his face, making the air nearly unbreathable, even for him.
He stands at the edge of fire, watches as it consumes, leaving nothing behind, not even a trace of life, and he knows that it's right, even as he battles the demons that tell him that it's wrong.
He is the spark that started the flame.
He is the Doctor.
~~~
Rating: All ages
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Prompt Word: Zen
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
“And the point is...”
“Relaxation, focus,” the Doctor tossed Rose a look from beneath his brown fringe, “spiritual enlightenment?”
“Thought you didn't believe in a higher power.”
“Nonononono, I do.” He shook his head vigorously, returning his attention to the small candle sitting on the floor between them. “Wouldn't do not to believe in myself.”
“Cheeky,” she groaned. “So you want me to worship you then, yeah?” Snickering, she got herself into a more comfortable position and focused on the red and yellow flame.
No, he thought to himself, just love me.
~~~
Rating: All ages
Characters/Pairings: Rose
Prompt Word: TARDIS
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Takes place post-Doomsday in Pete's world.
It starts off as a vague feeling, something tickling at the back of her mind. Like an insect; buzzing, fluttering its wings against her skin, but flitting off quickly, too quickly. Before she can lay eyes on it.
As time passes, the feeling grows in intensity, getting bigger, louder, much more obnoxious. It screams, pay attention to me, touch me, feel me. Know me.
And yet still she cannot grasp it, cannot name it. Cannot figure out what's so important that she feels like she should be doing something.
Did she leave the stove on?
Forget to mail the rent check?
Miss Mickey's birthday?
No. Nothing so mundane. So...
It finally comes to her in dreams. A word. Just one word. One tiny, little word, that could mean everything and nothing.
TARDIS
~~~
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Rose/Doctor (Nine or Ten)
Prompt Word: Playground
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
She'd never quite looked at her childhood stomping grounds from this vantage point before. Never quite imagined she'd be laying upside down on the slide naked either.
With a very flexible, very talented Time Lord between her legs.
Good thing said Time Lord had some very helpful friends. Like a certain author, who he'd saved from an untimely death at the hands of a particularly nasty Gourk'tor. And then said author had been so grateful, she'd given him a couple of cloaks of invisibility.
Really the number of aliens posing as human on Earth was staggering. Besides the obvious (who didn't think there was something just a little bit inhuman about Michael Jackson?), there was--
Oh!
Sucking in a sharp breath, her fingers tightened on the cool metal of the slide, mind swirling with the sudden assault on her senses. His hot breath on her thigh, the scrape of his teeth across her sensitive flesh, the husky sound of his moans as he buried his fingers deeper inside her.
Her orgasm hit suddenly and without warning, causing her to cry out, no longer worried about someone hearing her. She squeezed her eyes shut, hips arching up, back bent in a suspension of pleasure. Her grip loosened and she lost her precarious position, sliding down the slippery surface and landing in a naked heap on the ground.
The Doctor's chuckles reached her ears and she groaned, tossing a handful of rocks in his direction.
Fifth and final fic to be posted a little later. :)