Title: Like a Ruthless Force
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13 to R
Word count: 3860
Notes: A very long time ago I posted No Sleepers Must Sleep, and mentioned that it was the first of two connected stories about Lucy Saxon. This is the second, dedicated to enevarim, who convinced me to dust off a long-abandoned draft and finish it :)

It'll make a lot more sense if you've read Sleepers. The title comes from the same poem: Whitman's Beat! Beat! Drums.

Somewhat to my surprise, an awful lot of Lewis Carroll found its way in here; some of the references are rather oblique, but if your childhoods were half as Alice-influenced as mine was, you'll probably have fun spotting them.

( Their empire is ushered in with music and with music it continues, much to Lucy's pleasure. )

Title: Uncertainty Principles
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 4592
Notes: As...promised? threatened? this carries on vaguely from Mendelian Inheritance and Resonance Structures -- having covered biology and chemistry, I felt duty-bound to write something about physics, even though this one contains fewer metaphors and more dialogue. The linguistics, however, remain untouched. If I start one about maths, SHOOT ME.

Yes, the physical concepts raised by the subtitles are all referenced in the subsequent vignettes, because I'm a crazy person who did too much science in high school and now hangs out with too many academic physicists.

This is for Aria. I suspect she knows why.

( Every time he doesn't leave, every time he makes a choice, he feels the universe splintering under his hands. )

Title: Resonance Structures
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2027
Notes: There is a very good chance that this is the geekiest thing I have ever written. I don't know. I opened a document a couple of hours ago and started to drabble Doctor/Master with absolutely no idea of where I was going, and somehow THIS happened.

The game of three-dimensional chess belongs to ariastar -- I just borrowed it :)

( As a general rule, the way humans think about the universe is incorrect by a magnitude of a single dimension. )

Title: The Holes In The Ground
Fandom: Doctor Who/Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: PG
Word count: 5156
Notes: This was a pinch-hit for the Multiverse crossover ficathon, and the request was 'Rodney McKay & the Doctor'. Which I had fun with, even if I did give myself a headache hammering out the two separate-but-interweaving chronological threads :)

Section headings are from A Prayer For The Twenty-First Century by John Marsden.

I owe gratitude to the works of Isaac Asimov and Robert Heinlein, and to tammaiya for listening to my deadline-induced panic and helping me over my final blocks.

( Rodney has absolutely no clue what to do, what to say, but the Doctor keeps spinning and keeps talking and maybe all he's expected to do is sit there and listen. )

Title: No Sleepers Must Sleep
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Word count: 3513
Notes: I have been itching to write fic about Lucy ever since she first appeared, it's just taken me a while to straighten out my ideas. I had more to say about her than I thought, which means that this is the first of two connected fics; the second will be set during and after the events of the S3 finale.

The poem referenced herein - and the source of the title - is Beat! Beat! Drums! by Walt Whitman.

Many thanks to schiarire for poking at this and making me think about the characterisation and - of course - the rhythm, and for the Bolero, and for forcing me to remember the word 'ostinato'.

( Valour is an old word, belonging more to the suits of armour that line the corridors of her parents' house than to Lucy's life of rhythmic prose and polished soundbites and new, dangerous secrets. )

Title: Mendelian Inheritance
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Word count: 1300
Notes: Let's see how many other people I can blame for this one. Well, astrogirl2 wrote a fantastic Doctor/Master fic called Eclipsing Binary, and then amberite said that the idea of regeneration during sex was so cool that she was going to write a fic about it, and I said that she'd better write it because otherwise I would. I'm sure you can see where this is heading.

I scribbled this one in an hour and a half. Much longer and it would have started demanding a real plot or canonical compatability or semi-decent dialogue or something unreasonable like that.

Enjoy!

( The universe is lenient, or perhaps it just needs something to cling to as it slides inexorably into entropy. )

Title: Suture
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 8376
Notes: An early version of this idea formed itself about four episodes into the Eccleston season of the new Doctor Who, sat around evolving impatiently whilst I finished the season, and then demanded writing. It is important to note that I have not seen a single old-school episode, and the only Ten episode I've seen is The Christmas Invasion. Thus: this will deviate dramatically from any backstory or canon surrounding the Time Wars and the TARDIS that may exist in seasons other than Nine's, as I pretty much created a backstory of my own based solely on hints dropped and concepts left unexplained.

Along with what I'm sure is the majority of fandom, I bemoaned the fact that we only got a few episodes worth of the Doctor, Rose and Jack running around being big damn (snarky) heroes. So I decided to write them an adventure, set somewhere between 'The Doctor Dances' and 'Boom Town'. And because I have a real problem with nominally harmless fics sprouting emotional complexity and bizarre abstract premises when I'm not looking, it became something a little more than the adventure.

(It also sprouted a) physics and b) medicine, because that's what fics of mine tend to do. Mea culpa. Allow the scientist her quirks.)

ETA: Oops - forgot to publically proclaim my adoration for my betas, liminalliz and schiarire, who were huge amounts of help to me during the writing process. I LOVE YOU BOTH.

This is my first attempt at writing for this fandom, so any concrit will be gratefully received :)

( Your stitches are ripped apart and she screams with a high weird voice that sounds like the cold seasons, like a child’s hand going limp, like empty prophecy, soaring through the din and making you want to cry. )