![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Fic Amnesty
I've been clearing out my "drafts" folder today, and wanted to get rid of a few things. These are starts of fics that I know I'll never finish, and so fic amnesty time! They're all Doctor/Rose. (As if I've written anything else in the last couple of years.) Nothing over a PG rating.
The start of a 'Rose meets Jenny' fic. (Written pre-JE.)
Nothing was supposed to surprise Rose anymore. Travel in time and space. Check. Parallel worlds. Check. Escaping parallel worlds. Check. Falling in love with a mostly-daft 900-year-old alien. Check. Constant unexpected weirdness involving said alien. Check.
Two hearts. New faces. Telepathic abilities. Apparent genocide. Her committing genocide. Temporarily becoming the most powerful being in the universe. Werewolves, face-sucking TVs, zombies, talking cats, and 51st-century omnisexual men.
Right, the unexpected happened on a daily basis, but it shouldn't surprise her. Especially on a terribly ordinary, practically Earth-like planet.
"Dad!"
The Doctor and Rose both turned to a blonde woman smiling and running towards them.
"Jenny?" The Doctor grinned and ran towards her, catching her up in a hug. "What? How?"
Rose blinked. 'What' and 'how' seemed like damn good words at the moment. And they seemed even better sitting down. Definitely better. Rose plunked down on the ground and crossed her legs. Her head didn't seem to swim as much at this altitude.
"Good old Time Lord genetics," she said enthusiastically. "At least that's what I'm guessing. Last thing I remember was dying, and then POW! I wasn't. And of course you'd already left. Thanks a lot!"
"But...you should have regenerated!" The Doctor scratched at the back of his head. "You didn't...you haven't. Why haven't you? That makes no sense."
"Regener-what now?"
He grinned. "Oh, but this is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! And so is my genetic coding." He lifted her up and swung her around and then dropped her down with, "I'm running tests! Yes! We've gotta see exactly what makes you tick!"
"Hello, I am not some lab experiment! You know, it's a good thing Donna's on my side..." Jenny looked around the Doctor. "Hold on, you're not Donna."
Rose managed to gape at her.
"Nope! Donna's home now." The Doctor sprinted up and plunked down next to Rose, mimicking her crossed legs. "This is Rose!" he said with a shoulder bump, and then a double-take. "Wait. Why are you on the ground?"
"Um..." Rose looked at Jenny and then at him.
"God, you're thick, Dad," Jenny said with a roll of her eyes. She held out her hand to Rose. "I'm Jenny. I was genetically created from some hijacked DNA from that clueless man sitting next to you. So technically both my father and mother, although 'Dad' sounds better than 'Mum.'"
Rose shook Jenny's hand, and could practically feel the Doctor watching her as she did. "Rose Tyler. Um...I come from Pete and Jackie Tyler," she added. It seemed to fit the conversation. "So...you were created? When Donna was around?"
"And Martha too."
"Oh." Very acceptable response.
"Do you just rotate people or something, Dad?"
"What? No. Well, yes. People come and go."
Rose looked at him.
"Not that you..." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well, actually, you did come and go. And then come back again. A few times even. Not that you wanted to. Or I wanted you to. Leave, that is. We both wanted you to come back. Right?"
And Rose was surprised a second time. "You're asking me if we both wanted me to come back?"
"Of course not! It's just...a thing...where you went...and then came back."
"Like a holiday," Rose said, deadpanned and staring at him.
The Doctor nodded. "Like a holid-- No!" He shook his head. "Definitely not like a holiday."
"Look," Jenny said, "I don't mean to interrupt your discussion on holidays and Dad's revolving door policy, but could you give me jump-start? I sorta trashed my shuttle."
The Doctor sprung to his feet. "A jump-start? You're coming with us, aren't you? There's so much out there you can't see in a puny shuttle! That's like trying to see the universe on a donkey: always having to mind your ass." The Doctor laughed at his own joke. "Come on. All of time and space?"
Jenny grinned and threw her arms around him. "How could I say no??"
Rose stood up, brushed herself off, and decided on a new philosophy: not being surprised at being surprised.
**
**
The start of a 'Nine drops in on Ten and Rose' fic."
This wasn't good. Just so not good. Exploding chickens kind of not good.
"Fair style. I'll give you that. Bit fussy though." He -- his most recent former self, the one who shouldn't be here -- gave him the once-over, stopping at the shoes. "Except the bit about the shoes. What, are you twelve?"
"Most comfortable shoes I've had in my life, thank you very much. And that 'fair style' word you're looking for? It's panache. I look good."
"If you say so." His former self crossed his arms over his chest. "You think we'll ever get along with...us?"
The Doctor grinned. "Probably not."
"What we need here is a third party judge of your supposed panache." The other one glanced around. "Rose still with you?"
Had he really been that bad at feigning nonchalance?
"I shouldn't tell you that."
"Ah, but did you tell me that?" his other self asked.
The Doctor winced. "There's the tricky part of it. I don't actually remember this. At all."
His former self's eyes widened a bit and then understanding flickered across them. "I should have guessed."
"What? How could you have possibly guessed? I have no idea what's going on, and so certainly you'd have no idea what's going on. I don't get stupider as time goes on, and in fact I'd like to think that I only improve with age, like a fine bottle of wine."
"Or cheese."
"Wine's a better analogy."
"Right, Mister Gouda. So since I've figured things out, this should be a snap for you. Go ahead." His former self smirked.
"You are bloody annoying, you know that?"
"At least I'm not wearing a twelve-year-old's shoes."
"Ooh, on that again, are we?"
"Will I be going through a mid-life crisis or something?"
The Doctor had a very excellent response having to do with his former-self's ears, but a sharp breath from the corridor stopped him. He turned to see Rose. A very pale Rose...
The Doctor sprinted over just as Rose started to wobble. He grabbed her around her waist, steadying her, just as his former self latched onto her arm.
The Doctor looked at the other's hands. "Well, that's hardly necessary. I've got her."
"Call me a skeptic, what with you not weighing more than a rat."
"Yeah..? Well..! Your ears weigh more than a rat! HA!"
"OH MY GOD," Rose finally managed.
"Right, sorry Rose! Hello! Got a bit of a glitch in time going on here. Happens way more than you'd expect, for some reason. For the most part they're annoying but can simply be ignored..."
"Oi!" the other him protested.
"Don't mind him, he's rude," Rose said, staring past them both. "I mean...you're rude." She finally focused her gaze on his former self. "This is weird."
"Nice to see you too! Although for me I just left you about a minute ago. Always wondered what would happen if one of them ever got their claws on a Time Lord. Now I know." His former self grinned at her. "Not exactly a bad place."
"Oh, OF COURSE!" the Doctor yelped, a hand flying to his head. "The church! They cleansed the wound in time but you can't actually eradicate a Time Lord from all of time! They best they could do would be to send me, or you, somewhere else! Here!"
"Took you long enough."
**
**
The start of a 'the Doctor broods about Rose at Martha's engagement party' fic. (Written pre-JE.)
The Doctor hung by the entryway, watching people chat happily with each other in the living room of Martha's parents' house. It had been a while since he'd seen Clive and Francine, and while they'd smiled greetings to him, he swore he caught a wary eye or two cast in his direction.
Why was he here again?
Oh, right. The overly-loud ginger woman in the corner currently chatting up some bloke. He swore that the sound of Donna's voice actually had physical properties that included being able to propel him in certain directions.
So he probably never stood a chance when Donna demanded that he go to Martha's engagement party. Or it could have been the threat of stomping on his foot again.
This Tom fellow seemed decent enough, and Martha looked positively radiant. He was happy for her. Well, logically happy for her. Seeing them together - laughing and sharing looks - it was...
He tried pushing away the funk that had descended on him, but it wasn't working. He didn't get involved with families for one good reason: it reminded him of what he didn't have.
"Thinking about Rose?" Jack appeared from nowhere, drink in hand.
The Doctor wouldn't have been more stunned if Jack had walked up and stomped on his foot Donna-style.
"I...sorry? No...I was wondering if they had any more shrimp puffs."
"Oh, too bad. I'd already named that look on your face as 'the Rose look.'"
"The... You... What?"
"Admit it. You see this, and can't help but think about her."
The Doctor sort of hrmphed and took a drink from his glass.
"You do know it's okay to think about her, right?"
"Yeah, can we not talk about this?"
"You ever gonna talk about it?"
"Jack, when exactly did you turn into my shrink? Because I've gotta say, it's bloody annoying."
Jack merely smirked at him, the git.
The Doctor continued. "If you're looking for a chat over tea and possibly a post-sharing cuddle, you're barking up the wrong tree."
"How about another kind of cuddle?"
"Jack, if I ever said yes to one of your come-ons, you wouldn't know the first thing to do."
"Wanna test that theory?"
"Do you ever stop?"
Jack grinned. "What would be the point of stopping? If I travelled with you again, I'd totally wear you down, you know."
The Doctor snorted.
A cheer and some applause went up from the crowd as Tom and Martha shared a kiss.
The Doctor sighed before realizing that it might have been audible. "That offer's still open, Jack."
Jack gave him a lopsided grin.
"For travelling with me. You and your sex-addled brain," the Doctor muttered.
"Nah, I've got..."
"People here. Yeah, I know."
"They need me. And honestly, I kinda need them. Wouldn't mind a short excursion here and there though. Nothing quite says 'holiday' like running for your life from dinosaurs!"
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, who the hell died?" Donna asked, sauntering up to them. "You look like someone's killed your kitten! This is a party! So...smile or I might stomp on your foot again."
"Donna..."
"He's having one of his Rose moments," Jack informed.
"Jack...!"
"When isn't he?"
"Donna...!"
"Sorry, Doctor. I couldn't resist. You can have your Rose moment." She patted the Doctor on the arm.
"I'm not having a Rose moment."
"It'd be understandable, wouldn't it, Jack?"
"Very. Rose Tyler definitely deserves some moments."
The Doctor put his hand to his forehead. "Can we please go back to you hitting on me? Or maybe you'd like to try Donna for a change. Ooh, that'd be even better! Right! I'm suddenly very committed to the idea of you and Donna finding a closet somewhere. Don't think you two kids haven't thought about it!"
**
**
The start of some crack about the Doctor and Rose's bet from Tooth & Claw
"...Look, a distraction!"
"Nice try, Doctor."
"Oh come on! You're telling me that a pink elephant - pink - isn't distracting?"
"If it were real, yeah. But a toy? Not really distracted. And I still want to get my ten quid," Rose said with a grin.
A grin that was momentarily distracting to him and he grinned back, which only made her grin harder, and which only made him grin harder back, and...and he really needed to stop this already.
He tossed aside the pink elephant - what it was doing in the wardrobe, he'd never know - and studied the clothes, trying to decide which pocket had the best chance of money.
"Don't know what you're going to spend it on anyway," he commented.
"Not sure." Rose grabbed an old scarf and sat on the floor. "Gum? Chips? A movie?" She played with the scarf.
The Doctor shoved his hand in a trouser pocket. Lint, a button and a paper clip. "All things you can get in the TARDIS, by the way. You know, we may not even make it back to England for a while."
"You're kidding, yeah? We can't go ten days without winding up there."
He fished around in the pocket of a velvet jacket, his hand finding something. He pulled it out. "Don't suppose you'd take a Tankish Gan?" he asked, holding it up.
Rose wrapped the scarf around her neck. "The bet was for ten quid, mister."
"And what if I can't find the money?"
"Guess you'll just have to work for it."
"Now that...that sounds interesting. Althought I suppose it could be something boring like doing your laundry."
"How about taking Mum on a trip?"
"Good one."
"I'm serious."
The Doctor stared at her. Unfortunately she did look serious, which was... "No. Just no. Very much no. Jackie with access to the rest of the universe? And more importantly the TARDIS? Where she could...touch things? NO."
The corners of Rose's lips quirked, and suddenly he realized he'd been wound up way too easily. He pulled a frown and pointed at her without a word. Rose burst out laughing.
"So not funny," he grumbled.
"It so was," she grinned, pulling herself up. "Right. You're never gonna find it, are you? How about you buy me something with that Tankish Gan and we'll call it even?"
"Ok...okay." The Doctor paused for a moment, debating whether or not to tell Rose that the only things a Tankish Gan could buy were admission to a very bizarre puppet show featuring a likeness of his third incarnation battling a puppet dinosaur, or themed merchandise related to his third incarnation. The Tankish people were somewhat...strange. And fixated.
"Maybe I can pick up something for Mum."
The thought of Jackie getting her hands on the unfortunate-themed toilet brush made him shudder.
**
**
The start of a 'Rose meets Jenny' fic. (Written pre-JE.)
Nothing was supposed to surprise Rose anymore. Travel in time and space. Check. Parallel worlds. Check. Escaping parallel worlds. Check. Falling in love with a mostly-daft 900-year-old alien. Check. Constant unexpected weirdness involving said alien. Check.
Two hearts. New faces. Telepathic abilities. Apparent genocide. Her committing genocide. Temporarily becoming the most powerful being in the universe. Werewolves, face-sucking TVs, zombies, talking cats, and 51st-century omnisexual men.
Right, the unexpected happened on a daily basis, but it shouldn't surprise her. Especially on a terribly ordinary, practically Earth-like planet.
"Dad!"
The Doctor and Rose both turned to a blonde woman smiling and running towards them.
"Jenny?" The Doctor grinned and ran towards her, catching her up in a hug. "What? How?"
Rose blinked. 'What' and 'how' seemed like damn good words at the moment. And they seemed even better sitting down. Definitely better. Rose plunked down on the ground and crossed her legs. Her head didn't seem to swim as much at this altitude.
"Good old Time Lord genetics," she said enthusiastically. "At least that's what I'm guessing. Last thing I remember was dying, and then POW! I wasn't. And of course you'd already left. Thanks a lot!"
"But...you should have regenerated!" The Doctor scratched at the back of his head. "You didn't...you haven't. Why haven't you? That makes no sense."
"Regener-what now?"
He grinned. "Oh, but this is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! And so is my genetic coding." He lifted her up and swung her around and then dropped her down with, "I'm running tests! Yes! We've gotta see exactly what makes you tick!"
"Hello, I am not some lab experiment! You know, it's a good thing Donna's on my side..." Jenny looked around the Doctor. "Hold on, you're not Donna."
Rose managed to gape at her.
"Nope! Donna's home now." The Doctor sprinted up and plunked down next to Rose, mimicking her crossed legs. "This is Rose!" he said with a shoulder bump, and then a double-take. "Wait. Why are you on the ground?"
"Um..." Rose looked at Jenny and then at him.
"God, you're thick, Dad," Jenny said with a roll of her eyes. She held out her hand to Rose. "I'm Jenny. I was genetically created from some hijacked DNA from that clueless man sitting next to you. So technically both my father and mother, although 'Dad' sounds better than 'Mum.'"
Rose shook Jenny's hand, and could practically feel the Doctor watching her as she did. "Rose Tyler. Um...I come from Pete and Jackie Tyler," she added. It seemed to fit the conversation. "So...you were created? When Donna was around?"
"And Martha too."
"Oh." Very acceptable response.
"Do you just rotate people or something, Dad?"
"What? No. Well, yes. People come and go."
Rose looked at him.
"Not that you..." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well, actually, you did come and go. And then come back again. A few times even. Not that you wanted to. Or I wanted you to. Leave, that is. We both wanted you to come back. Right?"
And Rose was surprised a second time. "You're asking me if we both wanted me to come back?"
"Of course not! It's just...a thing...where you went...and then came back."
"Like a holiday," Rose said, deadpanned and staring at him.
The Doctor nodded. "Like a holid-- No!" He shook his head. "Definitely not like a holiday."
"Look," Jenny said, "I don't mean to interrupt your discussion on holidays and Dad's revolving door policy, but could you give me jump-start? I sorta trashed my shuttle."
The Doctor sprung to his feet. "A jump-start? You're coming with us, aren't you? There's so much out there you can't see in a puny shuttle! That's like trying to see the universe on a donkey: always having to mind your ass." The Doctor laughed at his own joke. "Come on. All of time and space?"
Jenny grinned and threw her arms around him. "How could I say no??"
Rose stood up, brushed herself off, and decided on a new philosophy: not being surprised at being surprised.
**
**
The start of a 'Nine drops in on Ten and Rose' fic."
This wasn't good. Just so not good. Exploding chickens kind of not good.
"Fair style. I'll give you that. Bit fussy though." He -- his most recent former self, the one who shouldn't be here -- gave him the once-over, stopping at the shoes. "Except the bit about the shoes. What, are you twelve?"
"Most comfortable shoes I've had in my life, thank you very much. And that 'fair style' word you're looking for? It's panache. I look good."
"If you say so." His former self crossed his arms over his chest. "You think we'll ever get along with...us?"
The Doctor grinned. "Probably not."
"What we need here is a third party judge of your supposed panache." The other one glanced around. "Rose still with you?"
Had he really been that bad at feigning nonchalance?
"I shouldn't tell you that."
"Ah, but did you tell me that?" his other self asked.
The Doctor winced. "There's the tricky part of it. I don't actually remember this. At all."
His former self's eyes widened a bit and then understanding flickered across them. "I should have guessed."
"What? How could you have possibly guessed? I have no idea what's going on, and so certainly you'd have no idea what's going on. I don't get stupider as time goes on, and in fact I'd like to think that I only improve with age, like a fine bottle of wine."
"Or cheese."
"Wine's a better analogy."
"Right, Mister Gouda. So since I've figured things out, this should be a snap for you. Go ahead." His former self smirked.
"You are bloody annoying, you know that?"
"At least I'm not wearing a twelve-year-old's shoes."
"Ooh, on that again, are we?"
"Will I be going through a mid-life crisis or something?"
The Doctor had a very excellent response having to do with his former-self's ears, but a sharp breath from the corridor stopped him. He turned to see Rose. A very pale Rose...
The Doctor sprinted over just as Rose started to wobble. He grabbed her around her waist, steadying her, just as his former self latched onto her arm.
The Doctor looked at the other's hands. "Well, that's hardly necessary. I've got her."
"Call me a skeptic, what with you not weighing more than a rat."
"Yeah..? Well..! Your ears weigh more than a rat! HA!"
"OH MY GOD," Rose finally managed.
"Right, sorry Rose! Hello! Got a bit of a glitch in time going on here. Happens way more than you'd expect, for some reason. For the most part they're annoying but can simply be ignored..."
"Oi!" the other him protested.
"Don't mind him, he's rude," Rose said, staring past them both. "I mean...you're rude." She finally focused her gaze on his former self. "This is weird."
"Nice to see you too! Although for me I just left you about a minute ago. Always wondered what would happen if one of them ever got their claws on a Time Lord. Now I know." His former self grinned at her. "Not exactly a bad place."
"Oh, OF COURSE!" the Doctor yelped, a hand flying to his head. "The church! They cleansed the wound in time but you can't actually eradicate a Time Lord from all of time! They best they could do would be to send me, or you, somewhere else! Here!"
"Took you long enough."
**
**
The start of a 'the Doctor broods about Rose at Martha's engagement party' fic. (Written pre-JE.)
The Doctor hung by the entryway, watching people chat happily with each other in the living room of Martha's parents' house. It had been a while since he'd seen Clive and Francine, and while they'd smiled greetings to him, he swore he caught a wary eye or two cast in his direction.
Why was he here again?
Oh, right. The overly-loud ginger woman in the corner currently chatting up some bloke. He swore that the sound of Donna's voice actually had physical properties that included being able to propel him in certain directions.
So he probably never stood a chance when Donna demanded that he go to Martha's engagement party. Or it could have been the threat of stomping on his foot again.
This Tom fellow seemed decent enough, and Martha looked positively radiant. He was happy for her. Well, logically happy for her. Seeing them together - laughing and sharing looks - it was...
He tried pushing away the funk that had descended on him, but it wasn't working. He didn't get involved with families for one good reason: it reminded him of what he didn't have.
"Thinking about Rose?" Jack appeared from nowhere, drink in hand.
The Doctor wouldn't have been more stunned if Jack had walked up and stomped on his foot Donna-style.
"I...sorry? No...I was wondering if they had any more shrimp puffs."
"Oh, too bad. I'd already named that look on your face as 'the Rose look.'"
"The... You... What?"
"Admit it. You see this, and can't help but think about her."
The Doctor sort of hrmphed and took a drink from his glass.
"You do know it's okay to think about her, right?"
"Yeah, can we not talk about this?"
"You ever gonna talk about it?"
"Jack, when exactly did you turn into my shrink? Because I've gotta say, it's bloody annoying."
Jack merely smirked at him, the git.
The Doctor continued. "If you're looking for a chat over tea and possibly a post-sharing cuddle, you're barking up the wrong tree."
"How about another kind of cuddle?"
"Jack, if I ever said yes to one of your come-ons, you wouldn't know the first thing to do."
"Wanna test that theory?"
"Do you ever stop?"
Jack grinned. "What would be the point of stopping? If I travelled with you again, I'd totally wear you down, you know."
The Doctor snorted.
A cheer and some applause went up from the crowd as Tom and Martha shared a kiss.
The Doctor sighed before realizing that it might have been audible. "That offer's still open, Jack."
Jack gave him a lopsided grin.
"For travelling with me. You and your sex-addled brain," the Doctor muttered.
"Nah, I've got..."
"People here. Yeah, I know."
"They need me. And honestly, I kinda need them. Wouldn't mind a short excursion here and there though. Nothing quite says 'holiday' like running for your life from dinosaurs!"
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, who the hell died?" Donna asked, sauntering up to them. "You look like someone's killed your kitten! This is a party! So...smile or I might stomp on your foot again."
"Donna..."
"He's having one of his Rose moments," Jack informed.
"Jack...!"
"When isn't he?"
"Donna...!"
"Sorry, Doctor. I couldn't resist. You can have your Rose moment." She patted the Doctor on the arm.
"I'm not having a Rose moment."
"It'd be understandable, wouldn't it, Jack?"
"Very. Rose Tyler definitely deserves some moments."
The Doctor put his hand to his forehead. "Can we please go back to you hitting on me? Or maybe you'd like to try Donna for a change. Ooh, that'd be even better! Right! I'm suddenly very committed to the idea of you and Donna finding a closet somewhere. Don't think you two kids haven't thought about it!"
**
**
The start of some crack about the Doctor and Rose's bet from Tooth & Claw
"...Look, a distraction!"
"Nice try, Doctor."
"Oh come on! You're telling me that a pink elephant - pink - isn't distracting?"
"If it were real, yeah. But a toy? Not really distracted. And I still want to get my ten quid," Rose said with a grin.
A grin that was momentarily distracting to him and he grinned back, which only made her grin harder, and which only made him grin harder back, and...and he really needed to stop this already.
He tossed aside the pink elephant - what it was doing in the wardrobe, he'd never know - and studied the clothes, trying to decide which pocket had the best chance of money.
"Don't know what you're going to spend it on anyway," he commented.
"Not sure." Rose grabbed an old scarf and sat on the floor. "Gum? Chips? A movie?" She played with the scarf.
The Doctor shoved his hand in a trouser pocket. Lint, a button and a paper clip. "All things you can get in the TARDIS, by the way. You know, we may not even make it back to England for a while."
"You're kidding, yeah? We can't go ten days without winding up there."
He fished around in the pocket of a velvet jacket, his hand finding something. He pulled it out. "Don't suppose you'd take a Tankish Gan?" he asked, holding it up.
Rose wrapped the scarf around her neck. "The bet was for ten quid, mister."
"And what if I can't find the money?"
"Guess you'll just have to work for it."
"Now that...that sounds interesting. Althought I suppose it could be something boring like doing your laundry."
"How about taking Mum on a trip?"
"Good one."
"I'm serious."
The Doctor stared at her. Unfortunately she did look serious, which was... "No. Just no. Very much no. Jackie with access to the rest of the universe? And more importantly the TARDIS? Where she could...touch things? NO."
The corners of Rose's lips quirked, and suddenly he realized he'd been wound up way too easily. He pulled a frown and pointed at her without a word. Rose burst out laughing.
"So not funny," he grumbled.
"It so was," she grinned, pulling herself up. "Right. You're never gonna find it, are you? How about you buy me something with that Tankish Gan and we'll call it even?"
"Ok...okay." The Doctor paused for a moment, debating whether or not to tell Rose that the only things a Tankish Gan could buy were admission to a very bizarre puppet show featuring a likeness of his third incarnation battling a puppet dinosaur, or themed merchandise related to his third incarnation. The Tankish people were somewhat...strange. And fixated.
"Maybe I can pick up something for Mum."
The thought of Jackie getting her hands on the unfortunate-themed toilet brush made him shudder.
**
**