Anyone Want a Drabble?

[amberfocus]

I'm procrastinating so I thought I may as well offer up some drabbles, ladychi style.  But I'll put a number limit on it.  First ten people to leave a pairing and a one word prompt will get a drabble.  I might do more if I happen to get more, but I only promise the first ten.  Because I am being brave (or possibly crazy) I will write in fandoms in addition to DW.

For DW fandom, Doctor/Rose (any version), Mickey/Martha, Donna Noble, or Jackie/Pete.

For Fringe fandom, Peter/Olivia, Astrid, Walter.

For The Vampire Diaries fandom, Damon/Elena or Caroline/Matt.

For Eureka fandom, Zane/Jo or Fargo/Jo or Jack Carter/Allison Blake.

For Castle fandom, Richard Castle/Kate Beckett or a Castle and Alexis father daughter prompt.

Also, does anyone know where I can buy maltose (malt sugar)?  Like does a regular grocery store have it?  I want to make homemade char sui sauce because all the store bought stuff has red food coloring (and other crap) in it and we can't have that with T's allergies.  I found a fabulous looking recipe, but if I need to go to an Asian food market I'd like to be pointed in that direction.

Comments

[corusca.livejournal.com]

Nine/Rose - Mosquitoes.

:-D

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

“Are you sure I won’t get bitten?” Rose asks as the sun sets. “Your leather jacket will protect you. This planet’s full of mosquitoes. I don’t want to end up itching all night long.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insists firmly, wrapping her in his arms. “Watch.”

Brilliant red rubies light up the twilight and Rose stands stunned as the giant insects litter the air. Their gleaming bellies are bigger than her body as they flutter through the night sky.

She relaxes into him, then—“Ooo!” she gasps.

He grins and she smacks him. “What? Never said I didn’t bite.”

[corusca.livejournal.com]

Heeeee that's awesome :-D <3

[illyria12.livejournal.com]

This is so nice of you to do!

Doctor Who: Doctor/Rose: photographs

[illyria12.livejournal.com]

I meant to add that it's ten/rose, sorry

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

He’s not sure quite why he’s agreeing to do this. Sitting for formal photographs smacks of the domestic. He doesn’t abhor that quite so much in this gangly body, but it makes him a little uncomfortable. Still, Rose asked him to and when she appears in a dress of curve-hugging blue it reminds him both of why TARDIS blue is his favorite color and Rose Tyler is his favorite person. Perhaps an image to remind him of this isn’t such a bad thing. She sits on his lap, kisses him lightly on the nose, and laughs as the camera flashes.

[sunfall-e.livejournal.com]

Nine/Rose kindle

I think I've seen malt sugar in the Oriental store, but I'm in a whole other state, and can't help more specifically.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

The Doctor kneels by the cave mouth trying to kindle a fire, but all of the wood they have found is soaking wet from the dripping rain. Finally he gives up, his sonic no match for Mother Nature.

“Sorry.”

He can tell she’s cold by the way she shivers.

“Keep me warm.”

He slips off his jacket and wraps the warm, supple, black leather about her, pulling her into his arms, sharing his own meager warmth.

She shudders and sighs and turns in his embrace. He feels her lips on his throat. Flames of a different sort roar into life.

[spellweaver731.livejournal.com]

Ten/Rose - telepathy

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Rose threads her fingers through the Doctor’s soft brown locks. His head rests in her lap. For once he seems content, almost purring. Yet, often with him, looks can be deceptive. She wishes she could tell what he is thinking. He has that big, old Time Lord brain and yet he must be so lonely inside it. She knows from little things he’s let slip that he’s telepathic, that his species is—was—telepathic. All that noise, all those people, gone in the blink of an eye and the Doctor left all alone.

“I’m not.”

“Not what?”

“Alone. There’s you.”

[spellweaver731.livejournal.com]

This was so lovely and with just a touch of bittersweet (or maybe that's just me). Thank you!

[trickstergirl.livejournal.com]

Nine/Rose Ten/Rose or TenII/Rose Foreboding

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

He’s felt this way three times. When he sent her away on the game station. When they watched a fireworks lit sky after sending the Isolus back home. And now. It is a feeling that has haunted him all the years they were apart.

He’s got her back, but all she can do is watch the other him go. He’s afraid, so afraid that this is it for them, that this isn’t going to work.

“It’ll be okay,” she says. Her hand squeezes his as she offers him comfort. Her smile is tremulous, but all foreboding fades. He smiles back.

[othermewriter.livejournal.com]

9/Rose Cold

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

“How are you feeling?” the Doctor asks. He sets the tray down on Rose’s nightstand.

Rose answers him with a violent sneeze and a watery smile. “Awful.” She glances at the gently steaming chicken soup, tea, and toast he’s brought her.

“Think you can eat?”

“Dunno.” She sneezes again and he hands her a tissue. She honks loudly into it.

“Sounds like a hornbleck’s mating call.” She bats his arm. He grins.

“You’ll have to take me to see them, if I don’t die of this.”

“It’s just the common cold.”

“Got a cure?”

He kisses her.

“Feel better already.”

[ladychi.livejournal.com]

Castle and Alexis. Explosion.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Castle is a brave man. In his line of work, he has to be. What he doesn’t expect after running into a burning building and rescuing his…whatever the hell Beckett is to him, is to find his daughter waiting for him quietly in the dark. Alexis is so still, he can barely make out the gleam of her red hair.

He turns on the lamp. The fury on her normally gentle face astounds him. There is another explosion waiting for him tonight just beneath her surface.

“You could have died!”

He holds her and hopes she can forgive his recklessness.

[ladychi.livejournal.com]

<3 hon. Just... love.

[housemaid79.livejournal.com]

Nine/Rose - biplane


Lovely of you to offer this!

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

“Why can’t we go out there?” Rose asks.

It’s December 17, 1903 and they’ve arrived at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina in time for the first flight of the Wright brothers and they’re just hovering in the TARDIS.

“They might recognize me,” he admits.

“What?”

“It was me suggested they use a biplane,” he says. “Might have…helped them tweak the design a bit.”

“What happened to not interfering with fixed points in time?”

The Doctor shrugs. “Some points are more fixed than others?” he asks innocently.

Rose rolls her eyes.

“Just watch.”

It only lasts 12 seconds, but it’s amazing nonetheless.

[housemaid79.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Love this - can just picture them!

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Ten/Rose, spirals

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Rose wakes up to find the Doctor stomach down on their bed playing with a Spirograph. As his long fingers guide the circle and pen around and around the guide ring, long spirals appear on the paper.

“What are you doing?” she asks and he jumps, the pen streaking across the paper in an ugly red line.

“You startled me,” he says peevishly looking down at his ruined artwork.

“Sorry.” She tugs the blankets off her and offers him her stomach instead. With glee he puts
the guide ring on her, the circle inside it, and tickles a new design onto her skin.

[develish1]

ooh, too tempting,

Nine/Rose - custard

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

“It’s like walking through custard,” Rose complains. “Ooey gooey custard that’s sat in the ramekins too long, the water’s boiled out, and then it’s formed a crust. That’s what walking through this bog’s like.”

The Doctor doesn’t respond, pulling his boots carefully out of the muck one by one.

“Prettiest tropical planet ever, Rose, he says. Why’s it—?”

The only way to shut up her complaining is to grab her by the shoulders, push her up against a tree, and give her a thorough snogging. Now she has something else to think about. And he can think in peace.

[develish1]

Thank you :) I love it. In fact they're all great.

[pncwho.livejournal.com]

Nine/Rose - merriment

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

He’s joyous in a way she hasn’t seen before. Light. Almost…free. So much time spent with this man, but sometimes he remains as much a stranger to her as he ever was. The natives have absconded with his armor. Instead he wears flowing white trousers and a Kelly green shirt, low cut and tied at the waist. His eyes follow the lines of the sky blue sundress that drapes her form, leaving little to the imagination. “You look beautiful.” Rose waits for a qualifier that doesn’t come. His merriment is catching. He pulls her into his arms and they dance.

[juliet316]

Ten/Rose, resurrection

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

It’s slow and awkward as she gets to know him. She hadn’t expected him to go and change his face, change his body, change his accent. It isn’t like he died, exactly, when he regenerated, but it’s almost like a part of her did, burned from the inside out. The day she finally, really trusts that he is the same man, that he still loves her, she feels the resurrection of her heart as her love for him flares strongly back into full existence. It was never completely gone, only buried, and now she’s free to let it out again.

[juliet316]

Very lovely. Thank you.

[apurplepatch.livejournal.com]

Ten/Rose - Notes

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

The first one is on her pillow when she wakes up. She unfolds the little note on green paper and reads his flourishing script. It directs her to the console room where she finds a pale purple index card taped to the time rotor that sends her to the kitchen. The yellow sticky note on the toaster takes her on the long hike to the wardrobe room. The dress, when she finds it, has a pink piece of card stock pinned to it.

“Wear me,” it says.

She slips into the lavender silk.

The Doctor appears behind her. “Happy Birthday.”

[anon-aspasia.livejournal.com]

Nine/Rose, mellifluous

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Rose decides to take a nice long soak in her favorite bathtub when she hears singing. The Doctor has beaten her there she notes as thick steam emerges from the bathroom. He hasn’t shut the door. She lurks in the corridor, watching his close shorn head tip back and watching his throat move.

She hears the words of his beautiful, mellifluous language flowing as swiftly and as truly as the water from the tap.

Contentment washes over her at his happiness.

He turns his head and beckons her forward.

Best thing about this bathtub is it’s big enough for two.

[anon-aspasia.livejournal.com]

Oh, YUM. Thank you...this is lovely!

[apurplepatch.livejournal.com]

Also, does anyone know where I can buy maltose (malt sugar)? Like does a regular grocery store have it?

Well I'm in Australia so I won't be that helpful but I can tell you that one of my local supermarkets does stock it - (bearing in mind I live in a rural city of about 29000 residents) the other two do not - they have it in the health foods section, so you might find it in a health foods store as well.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Thanks, one of ours probably should then in a city of around 80,000.

[juliet316]

Also, does anyone know where I can buy maltose (malt sugar)?

According to Yahoo, (via Google),you should be able to find it next to the baking soda in most grocery stores.

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Cool, thanks, I'll look there next time I go.

[sunnytyler001.livejournal.com]

Walter & Astrid- friendship

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

They call Astrid when they need help with Walter.

She’s more than a babysitter for the shattered husk of a once monstrous man.

They don’t see him like she does. Brilliant despite his brain injury. Childish and selfish because of it. So full of love for those who look after him, so trusting. So easily wounded with that trust betrayed.

“You’re the only one who can see me.”

She agrees that it’s true, unless he’s talking to the cow again. Sometimes she thinks he’s the only one who can see her. Friendship is such a shallow word for kindred spirits.

[sunnytyler001.livejournal.com]

Awww!!! Lovely! Thanks a lot! I truly love those two! :D

[yavie-namarie.livejournal.com]

Bugger. I need to check my e-mail more often. Stupid job...
;P