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"Excuse me. Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?"

Because I really need to write today, and

_chibidragon_ encouraged me to after writing about... half of hers for my requests...

I will warn you that my muse for a lot of fandoms has gone, so... yes. Some things I may not be able to write.

The Alphabet Drabble Meme:
Below is a listing of the alphabet. Please comment with a letter of your choice (that has yet to be chosen), a word that starts with that letter, and a character or fandom pairing. I will then attempt to write a drabble ficlet from the word and pairing you choose.

A list of accepted fandoms is below the cut.

Fandoms: Any and all original verses/characters,

outsideinn, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Burn Notice, Chess, Sports Night, Studio 60, The West Wing, Dirty Sexy Money, Firefly, Rent, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

A - Army - Outside Inn - Logan/Angua
B - Broken - Torchwood - Jack/Martha
C - Collar - Doctor Who - Martha and the Master
D - Damnation - Beyond the Rift - The Doctor/Martha/Des
E - Eternal - Beyond the Rift - Grace (and Des, John Hart and Robin)
F - Faerie tale - Bare - Peter/Jason (with some Nadia and Sister Chantelle)
G -
H - Hatred - Torchwood - Jack/Ianto
I - Inspired - Beyond the Rift - Becky/Annie
J - Jinx - City Magic - Tamara and David (with bonus Nate)
K - Kilts - Sports Night - Kim/Elliot
L - Late - Doctor Who/Torchwood - Jack/Martha (with some Doctor and Donna)
M - Master - Doctor Who - Martha and the Master
N -
O - Ouch - Rent - Roger/April
P - Permanent - Beyond the Rift - Sam/Jack
Q -
R - Rumble - Beyond the Rift/Outside Inn - Logan/Angua
S - Serene - The West Wing - C.J. Cregg (with bonus Leo, Donna, Josh and Sam)
T - Toast - Torchwood - Jack and Owen (with bonus snarky!Ianto, nauseated!Gwen, and adorable!Tosh)
U -
V - Valentine - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Buffy and Angel
W - Wasted - Torchwood - Jack and (sort of) Owen and the rest of the team too (ZOMG SPOILERS FOR RESET)
X - Xenophobe - Chess/Doctor Who - Molokov/Walter (and the Master)
Y - Yellow - Beyond the Rift - The Doctor/Martha/Des
Z - Zenith - Academyverse - Ryan, Mark and Aradia (plus a snarky computer system)

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S! The West Wing C.J. Cregg, serene.

Hee. You made me go and watch The West Wing for about five hours while I tried to write this (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/99857.html). Not that five hours of TWW is ever a bad thing, but...

I am utterly incapable of feeling guilt for this.

T, toast, Torchwood, Jack and Owen.

... no, I don't know, but I'm kind of crazy?

Owen amuses me. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/101007.html) More than he should.

OMGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. *POUNCE*

L - Late - Jack/Martha

Also.

A - Army - Logan/Angua

And I hold back. For now. But can't wait to request more... soon. :)

Wrote this at work. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/100310.html) ^^

I also wrote the Jack/Martha one, but I have a second scene to write in that one before I post it. You're reeeaaally gonna hate me for that one.

I honestly horrify myself. That is all. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/100379.html)

J for Jinx, City Magic, Tamara&David (Because I miss them).

I miss them too. (http://followedmystar.livejournal.com/2581.html) A Nate got thrown in there, just because... well, she started talking. I feel really bad for David when the girls gang up on him. ^^

K:
Sportsnight: Kim/Elliot (obscure?)

Kilts

I don't know where this came from (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/100689.html), except that I was attempting to distract myself from the sketch that is my Master-Martha story. It actually worked. ^^

o: ouch.
RENT, Roger/April.

You own at life :]

It has been ridiculously long since I wrote Roger/April. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/101423.html)

F- Faerie Tale

Jason/Peter (with bonus either Inn people or Bare people)

I always have the most trouble with Barefic. Only for you, dear. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/101676.html)

Z: Zenith
Academyverse, Mark & Ryan & Aradia

Also,
H: Horror
Firefly, Mal/River

Rawr. (http://followedmystar.livejournal.com/3011.html) I missed those three. Especially Ryan's narration.

Aubrey: *Posts for Evie, just so these are marked*

C, collar, Master/Martha
M, master, Master/Martha

Because I'm not ready to post this on my fic journal, I'm going to put it up here...

*

Five months and twenty-three days into the year of hell on earth, Martha Jones stopped running. She didn't mean to - she never meant to, and even if she survived this year, she wasn't sure now she ever could. Accidents, however, did happen.

Lying still on the ground, flat on her stomach, face pressed into the dirt, Martha silently cursing the day the Toclafane got smart. Well. She said "smart". They always were smart, to be truthful, but in the past month or so they'd developed some new tactics she really wasn't fond of.

She took a breath and chanced a glance upwards. The air was icy in her lungs, and she still wasn't nearly as far north as she intended to go. Above, the sky was crystalline blue, perfectly clear, and through it glided four silver spheres. It would have been peaceful, pretty, if she didn't know that they were literally killing machines.

And if not for the fact that they kept firing their lasers or whatever they were at random intervals, random locations. That was their favorite new technique, started a month ago, as far as Martha could tell. They knew vaguely when she was around, but the perception filter kept them from seeing her, so they just... attacked. Anything. Everything. Like flushing a rabbit from the brush.

The terrifying thing was that it nearly worked. With every shot, her muscles tensed, her heart raced, everything in her screaming to run, before they got her. It took all of her self-control, all of her hard-won strength of will, to stay put. If she just stayed still until they passed...

Don't make any sudden movements. Don't speak, don't draw the least bit of attention to yourself... She knew well enough how the perception filters worked by now,but she always found herself repeating those instructions, every time.

Martha lunged to her feet and took off running, to the distant tree line where she'd at least have a little more cover, more places to hide. The muscles of her legs screamed - she'd been running too much these past few days, these past months - but she managed to keep going by sheer virtue of the fact that if she stopped, if she fell, she wouldn't get back up.

She could make it. She had to make it. She was not going to die in the middle of nowhere in Russia.

A laser struck the ground, mere feet to her left. Martha felt her heart stop momentarily, and she looked to the sky to see a single Toclafane, and God, how had she missed it? As she watched, the blades extended, glinting in the sunlight, under the clear blue sky. Martha drew a ragged breath, the cold air rasping painfully in her lungs, burning in her throat, and pressed on just a little faster. It hurt, but not nearly as much as she imagined dying would.

A boulder exploded, just a little to her right, in a shower of fragmented stone. The force of it sent Martha tumbling to the ground, the back of her head cracking against a rock - a sharp pain, her head spinning, the sight of the bladed Toclafane approaching, and then nothing but darkness.

She didn't even have time to regret that she'd failed the Doctor before she lost consciousness completely.

(continued in the next comment...)

When Martha woke, the first thing she noticed was that she wasn't dead. Obviously, because she wouldn't be able to notice it if she were, but it came as a surprise anyway. Her head ached, pounding with each heartbeat, and she heard a distant ringing in her ears. Nausea hit her a moment later, and she rolled onto her stomach, eyes still closed - she didn't think light would much help her headache. If she just lay as still as possible, kept her eyes closed, maybe the nausea would subside soon. And then she could try and find out what happened, where she was...

She couldn't remember. What had happened before she found herself here, where she'd been... Well, Russia, but beyond that. She reached up slowly to touch the back of her head, where it hurt the most, and found her hair matted with blood, a shallow gash along the back of her head like she'd hit it on the edge of something. Possible concussion, she decided. Hard to diagnose yourself for a concussion, considering that if you were concussed, your brain tended not to work all that well, but all things considered...

There was something around her neck, heavy, cold metal. Martha's attention was drawn to it as it shifted, and somehow it's presence only served to make her even more nauseous. She opened her eyes, and realized with a start she was on a bed - a soft, warm, comfortable bed, which she hadn't had since the Master took over. And she didn't recognize the room she was in. No windows, a closed door, but definitely a bedroom of some sort. Fighting to ignore the pounding in her head, she reached up to touch the thing around her neck. She found a ring of metal there, and she ran her hand around the circumference of it, searching for some catch or hook to take it off... There was nothing, and it didn't give in the slightest when she tugged at it.

Her hand fell away from the metal ring as her heart started racing, the aching of her head only getting worse with her increased heart rate. Martha clenched her jaw, fighting back nausea, and slowly slid off the bed to start toward the door. Her legs wobbled a little - that knock on the head, however she'd got it, had clearly done a number on her - but she managed to stand. If she could just get to the door, find out where the hell she was...

The door opened before she could take more than a couple steps from the bed.

A nightmare stepped through, and smiled like the devil himself.

"Hello, Martha Jones."

Is it sad that I knew what this would be? Martha and the Master at least. I knew that much, because I knew it was one of the few things that could hurt more than the last one.

And dear God, this was so painful.

Just thinking of her like that with the collar around her neck. Hurts.

And when the Master walked through my heart like just burst with fear and just the absolute OhmigodholyshiT! of that moment.

Fuck. Yes.

I should not enjoy being broken by such a painfully, amazing story. But yes. I can't wait for more. I'm a masochist... I'm finding. *facepalm*

Did I mention this was amazing?

*Giggles* While I feel like a horrible person for writing it, your reaction pleases me. ♥ I love you. And thank you. So much. (I forgot how much I missed Rizzy!comments on my fic and how awesome and happy-making they are. *Grin*)

I'm thinking I'm just going to post the whole thing as one story on my fic journal when I'm done, so you get more commentfic for now.

*

Martha screamed. She didn't mean to, and she stifled it quickly, but here was the bogeyman, the man who had haunted her dreams since she and Jack and the Doctor returned from the end of the universe. Standing here in front of her with his Cheshire cat smile, like he'd won some victory.

And he had, she realized, if she was here at all. It was all over.

His hands were empty, no weapons, but that hardly made him less frightening. She didn't even have a clue what he might do to her.

Martha stumbled backwards, just to put as much distance between them as possible, forgetting the bed until she hit it with the backs of her knees and tumbled back onto it. She let out a slight, startled squeak and scrambled to the opposite end of the bed, pushing herself with her arms - her legs hurt too much to move them any more than she had to.

"You're not real," she said softly, so softly she wasn't sure he'd be able to hear her, standing in the doorway, across the room.

The Master raised his eyebrows, leaving no doubt about whether he heard her. Martha spoke louder anyway, feeling her voice grow stronger.

"You're not. You're a... a dream, or a hallucination. I hit my head and this is a bleeding nightmare."

He was still standing in the doorway, and she couldn't imagine why. In her nightmares, he was always lunging at her immediately, his hands around her throat, laser screwdriver in his hand. This wasn't the Master of her nightmares. The way he just stood there, one hand on the door frame, head tilted to one side in what could almost be concern and looking more like the man she'd believed Harold Saxon was than the insane, megalomaniacal Time Lord who had conquered the earth... This was much worse.

"I'm afraid not." He took just one step into the room, enough to set her heart racing even faster than before. She hadn't thought that was possible, and it didn't help with her headache. "If anything, the world out there is a fantasy. That you really thought you could run from me... Aren't you a little old for that kind of childish daydreaming?"

In the back of her mind, Martha kept thinking that if she curled up under the blankets on the bed, put a pillow over her head, he'd go away. He was just a nightmare, after all. A high, hysterical laugh forced its way up her throat, just barely bit back at the last second. Childish daydreaming indeed.

If the Doctor were here, if the Doctor was even still alive, he wouldn't be scared. Martha focused on that, clung to the thought as the most precious thing in the world, and tried to look less terrified than she actually felt. It might have even worked, a little.

"I managed for five months," she said, and somehow her voice didn't shake. "Not bad, all things considered."

(continued in the next comment...)

She glanced past him, to the door, the hallway beyond. If she could just get past him, run... She'd had a lot of practice running lately. But of course they would be on the Valiant, with nowhere to run to.

Her hand moved, automatically, to her wrist, fumbling for the vortex manipulator. She still couldn't ever get the thing to work exactly how she wanted, didn't understand most of the controls, but if it would just take her away, anywhere...

It was gone, naturally.

"Oh, come now, do you really think I'd be that careless? Eighteen months of arranging my conquest and I'm going to let a little girl get away because I overlooked a wristwatch?"

Martha's face flushed, hot with embarrassment at her foolishness, but she didn't speak, just watched as the Master prowled closer, like a stalking cat. Martha didn't like that metaphor, come to think of it. It was much too apt, considering how much she felt like a mouse cowering under the gaze of a predator.

"It's over, and I am sorry the Doctor's brilliant plans have all failed."

Another step toward her, toward the bed. Martha tensed.

"Because you were his last great hope, weren't you? Walking the earth, searching for a way to stop me."

He'd reached the foot of the bed now, much too close for comfort. But if there was no chance of actually escaping...

"Is there a reason you haven't killed me yet?" Now her voice shook, but she rather impressed herself even managing to say it at all.

"Oh, Martha." The Master stepped around the bed, moving along the side of it towards the head of the bed, and it was just like lying still waiting for the Toclafane to pass, wasn't it? Suppressing the urge to run, the fear, barely breathing while she waited... Except there was no perception filter now, and the Master could see her perfectly well. "I don't want you dead."

"Sorry I can't say the same for you," Martha said, lunging at his throat in a burst of energy. Time Lord or not, he was just one man, alone, unarmed, and maybe she wasn't in the best shape, but she couldn't just sit there in cowed terror.

Before she even reached him, the Master's fingers twitched, depressing some button concealed in his hand that she hadn't even noticed. Pain arced and crackled, electric, down her spine from the base of her skull to every other nerve in her body. She cried out involuntarily, curling immediately into a ball in a futile attempt to shield herself from the pain. The sudden change in position midair, from attack to curled around herself, sent her tumbling off the side of the bed, smacking her hip and shoulder on the hardwood floor. Fresh pain flared underneath the all-consuming fire that raced through her veins.

Whimpering, Martha lifted her hands to the collar again, tugging at it desperately. That had to be the source of the pain, there was nothing else... It remained firmly in place.

Just barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in her ears, she heard the Master's voice. "I really wouldn't try that again if I were you. And you can stop trying to get the collar off. Or keep on, if you like. It's a deadlock seal, so have fun with that."

He kept talking, but his words blurred together, as Martha's attention focused on the sound of her heartbeat. Too loud. Racing. And her entire body throbbed painfully in time with it, and the longer she listened, the more it sounded like the Master's bleeding drums.

Everything in her head faded to black, and this time, Martha was grateful for it.

Edited 2008-01-28 04:37 (UTC)

Broken - Martha/Jack

Rumble - Logan/Angua

Hatred - Jack/Ianto

Wasted - Doctor Who of some kind whatever it inspires in you.

Valentine - Buffy/Angel

:DDDD

I fracking love this meme.

I had to get this one done by Valentine's Day, just... 'cause. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/102039.html)

For the "wasted" prompt - somehow, it works in my head, and Doctor Who and Torchwood are the same fandom to me. So. Anyway.

Because apparently everyone in this fandom needs to write a Reset fic... (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/102493.html)

And I had to get in some more Jack/Martha before the next episode airs... (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/103241.html)

Look, I'm... ridiculously late and still trying to finish this meme! (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/109597.html)

I am not so happy with this (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/110628.html), but I'm not the most comfortable writing Jack/Ianto. Have no idea why.

Dead- Beyond The Rift, Maybe some Juni?

Inspired- Beyond The Rift, Annie/Becky

New- Beyond The Rift- Juni Swan/Captain John Hart or Martha/Captain John Hart (I'm twisted inside)

Undone- Torchwood/Doctor who, Tosh, Doctor and Ianto.

Short, for once. I actually can manage short fics on occasion. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/111393.html)

E- Eternal- Grace

Q- Quickly- The Doctor and Donna (Canon or Rift)

P- Permanent- Sam and Jack

Y- Yellow- The OT3

I faaaail at prompts today. There needs to be more Riftfic though.

Edited 2008-05-18 15:31 (UTC)

Jesus fuck this got long. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/111285.html) Des? LEARN.

Some words are dangerous to give to me as prompts. (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/112258.html)

...You get two choices for each because the first ones I thought of are weird.

X-- X-axis, Academyverse, Ryan (preferably as a spacepirate)
Or, Xenophobe, Doctor Who, the Master

G -- G-force, Doctor Who/Torchwood, Rose/Master
Or, Garbage, Firefly, Wash and River

Oh look, a thing! (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/125105.html) ...Which I wrote months ago. And forgot about. Hush.

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