( It's a miracle there's still leftovers of that... )
- Location:couch
- Mood:
exhausted - Music:Mythbusters on tivo
There are 11 days left of Christmas. I hope each day brings you and your loved ones joy, peace, and delight.)
( Theatre (requested by greenkneehighs) )
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Rating: T
Author: jlrpuck
Pairing: Ruby Quarles, Elias McCoy
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story are the products of my imagination; as such, I retain all right to and ownership of them.
Summary: Welcome to the story of how Elias McCoy and Ruby Quarles met, and grew to became the characters we know.
Notes: For those of you who celebrate, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas tomorrow. And for those of you lucky enough to live in the UK, I hope you enjoy both Hamlet and TEoT Part I this weekend (lucky devils).
Thank you to
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ginamak for acting as a sympathetic listener and excellent sounding board as I frantically penned this tale (and for enabling my Elias McCoy love), and for providing the first crack at beta of it when it was done. Huge thanks, as well, to earlgreytea68 and chicklet73 for their beta work, especially given how utterly insane their lives have been this past month. ( How Things Began, Chapter 4 )
“Daddy doesn’t want to play with the kittens?” asked Athena, happily teasing them with yarn.
“Your father doesn’t like them,” said Rose.
“He doesn’t like cats? Who doesn’t like cats?”
“Your father.”
“Why not?”
“Some cat-nuns tried to kill us once.”
Athena considered. “I guess that’s a good reason.” She paused. “But these aren’t dressed like nuns.”
Rose smiled and relayed the story to the Doctor later.
“It isn’t about the cat-nuns,” he said. “It’s when you spend more time petting a cat than you do petting me.”
“You’re so neglected,” Rose teased him, and then concentrated on some petting.
Rose stood outside the bathroom door, listening to her children arguing in whispers. There was a lot of splashing going on, and then, suddenly, there was a loud, honking bark. “Shhhh!” all three of her children hissed simultaneously.
Rose knocked on the door. “Kids? What’s going on?”
There was a pause. “Nothing,” called Brem, not very convincingly, punctuated by another honking bark.
Rose folded her arms and shook her head. “Open the door.”
She knew they wouldn’t disobey, and they didn’t, so Rose found herself staring at a sea lion in the bathtub.
“Can we keep her, Mum?” begged Athena. “She’s so cute.”
Rose was shivering and the cave was pitch black. The Doctor would find her, she knew he would. “He’ll find you,” she whispered. “He’ll find you.”
Rose.
She thought she was imagining his voice, but she sat up anyway, listening carefully.
Rose.
And then she saw it, a glimmer of light in the distance. She shouted for joy. “I’m here!”
When he got closer, she realized he was holding a candle.
“Where’s your sonic?” she asked.
“Confiscated,” he answered, cheerfully. “But it’s okay. We’ll find a way out. Do you believe me?”
She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes.”
I'll play. Snagged from lady_chi. The first lines of the first post of each month.
( A Year, Distilled )
- Location:rocking chair
- Music:"Top Gear"
The timelines spun through their heads, delicate branches in shades of gold, and they could sometimes read them clearly and sometimes they were so thickly entangled they could not be unraveled. Sometimes they could see where the decisions of those around them were pivotal, would change everything, would mean the difference between this universe and another. And sometimes they could see where decisions would mean nothing, where the future was fixed, no matter what anyone did, even them.
There was always something coming. They learned to live with impending doom, by focused on impending joy. Fixed points weren’t always bad.
Rating: T
Author: jlrpuck
Pairing: Ruby Quarles, Elias McCoy
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story are the products of my imagination; as such, I retain all right to and ownership of them.
Summary: Welcome to the story of how Elias McCoy and Ruby Quarles met, and grew to became the characters we know.
Notes: Just a quick reminder that I will be posting both today and Thursday. For those of you travelling for the holidays, please be safe!
Thank you to
ginamak for acting as a sympathetic listener and excellent sounding board as I frantically penned this tale (and for enabling my Elias McCoy love), and for providing the first crack at beta of it when it was done. Huge thanks, as well, to earlgreytea68 and chicklet73 for their beta work, especially given how utterly insane their lives have been this past month. ( How Things Began, Chapter 3 )
He sat with Fortuna, on the rocking chair she loved. She snuggled against him. Fortuna liked quiet snuggles, simply appreciated closeness. The Doctor’s fingers plucked absently at the TARDIS key pinned to her shirt. The key was always pinned somewhere on her.
“Fortuna,” he said.
She hummed contentedly.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked. He wanted to be sure she knew what to do if she ever got separated from them.
“It’s the key to home,” she answered, happily, her happiness almost blinding inside of him.
“Yes,” he agreed, and kissed the top of her head. “It is.”
Where were you when James Gandolfini stole the Emmy away from Martin Sheen in 2001? That was a travesty you should have corrected, of far greater proportions than Taylor Swift / Beyonce. I'd appreciate it if you could take care of this for me right away, thanks.
Yours,
EGT
- Location:rocking chair
- Music:"Maps" -- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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