Okay, you know those memes where you pick ten characters and then answer questions phrased like "If 2 and 4 went on a road trip together, what would happen?" (Ooh, that's rather a good one.)

I know I'm not the only Whonatic who automatically reads that as "If the Second Doctor and the Fourth Doctor went on a road trip...", so - having recently stumbled across such a meme - I couldn't resist.

Warning: answers are (of course) pretty darn cracked-out, and also contain more slightly snarky fanon references than my usual.

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So I have this sister who... when she decides to do something, she does it. No matter what the obstacles may be. We call her "Rosie the Dozer", as in bulldozer, when she gets that way.

This time - well, you guys will NOT believe what she just gave me for a late (but so totally worth it) birthday present.

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Originally posted in eponymous_rose 's fandom_stocking . I keep writing these odd little crossover scenes - maybe I should collect them somewhere and call it Many Meetings. ;-)

Title: Intersections
Summary: Liz Shaw doesn't need a lab assistant.
Notes: Gen, rated G. 422 words. Doctor Who/Man from UNCLE crossover.

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Okay, I have a squeeful analysis of the trailer for the new series of Doctor Who. Due to my temperamental computer, I can't actually embed the video, but the copy I watched is here (hope that works, I'm not so great with YouTube URLs.)

Very long, very spoilery, very squeeful shot-by-shot remarks under the cut...

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tl;dr: Okay, I am so looking forward to Eleven!

Okay... I'm actually supposed to be posting today's rec on Calufrax. I got a bit sidetracked here.

Title: Balm of Hurt Minds
Summary: Why the Doctor doesn't sleep.
Notes: Gen, 150 words. Third Doctor exile.

Sleep, the innocent sleep - sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care; the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. --William Shakespeare



He doesn't sleep.

“I'm a Time Lord,” he tells them. “I don't need to sleep.” It's true, for the most part: he doesn't need sleep as humans do, in measured doses every night. He can get by with the occasional booster shot when his naturally resilient system begins to run down.

“I'm too busy,” he tells himself. “There's no time to sleep.” It's true, usually. There are always alien invasions, mad scientists, or the Brigadier's paperwork to battle. And behind it all, burning, his consuming need to mend the TARDIS and escape.

But in the long middle-nights when the experiments are all running smoothly - when there's nothing to do but wait, and sleep is calling his name - he still doesn't sleep. He can't accept the human rhythm of day and night, because that would be an assimilation into their culture.

An admission that, just maybe... he won't be leaving.

Okay, it seems 600 words is a bit long for a dw100  post - it is "dw100", after all - so at the mod's request, I'm shifting the edited version of "Well, That's Just Ducky" over here.

Once again, many thanks to primsong  for pointing out the plot-hole that this version fixed!

Title: Well, That's Just Ducky
Summary: Three meets Ducky in L-Space. And they save MarySue!me's life.
Notes: Gen, 600 words, fluffity pointless fluff. ;-)

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Um... on the off-chance that any of the Whovians on my flist don't follow calufrax already, I just thought I'd mention that I'll be reccing fics there this week, which is to say starting tomorrow (Monday). This is my first time reccing anywhere officially, so I'm pretty hyper about it.

I'm also quite excited about my list of fics to recommend; five of the seven authors on it have never been recced on Calufrax before, including two I actually talked into joining Teaspoon just so I can rec them! And the other two are so good, and so popular, I had trouble finding fics of theirs that weren't recced already, but I just couldn't leave them out.

(Also, if you didn't know, Calufrax are running a bit short on reccers - people are only signed up through January 10 - so if you've been meaning to go over and sign up for another reccing week, now might be a good time.)

Okay... this one is basically pointless. Challenge word #4 was "crossover"; what I actually wound up doing is more of a Doctor Who/NCIS/Mary Sue MacGuffin, frankly. (Or in English: "Ow, I can't write with this headache, I just want to be the filling in a Three-and-Ducky sandwich right now.")

Being me, it's extremely G-rated. Just a nice little piece of unabashed cuddlefluff - which is actually a first for me, I normally get quite flustered writing cuddlefluff. Maybe primsong 's finally rubbing off on me...

Oh, and I apologize for the title. ;-)

Title: Well, That's Just Ducky
Summary: ...Summary? Um... Three, Ducky, and MarySue!me in L-Space...
Notes: Gen, 550 words. Fluffity pointless fluff!

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I will probably put up a LOL later today. For now, here's my first-ever challenge drabble, cross-posted from dw100 for the sake of tidiness (and also a little bit of showing off. sigh.)

Title: Worse Than Ever
Summary: Three, Jo, Delgado!Master... and finger painting?!
Notes: Gen, rated G, 100 words. From challenge #278: Child. Warning - silly.

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