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ravenSadly, I couldn’t quite eke out full length ficlets for all of these. There are two drabbles and two double-drabbles here.
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yonmei, who wanted Giles calling Father Mulcahy to perform a Catholic exorcism:
“It’s strange,” Giles said, opening the door, “you never seem to look any older.”
“Divine providence, Rupert,” said Father Mulcahy, eyes twinkling. “It’s good to see you again, although I wish it were in better circumstances.”
Giles nodded. “Through here.”
He led the way to the cupboard where the ghost was trapped. “Bell, book and candle,” murmured Mulcahy. “It’s hardly the impression to give of the priesthood, these days.”
But he performed the exorcism, and if Giles noticed that as the spectre was forced back into the netherworld, the priest, too, shimmered at the edges, he never said a word.
*
Forapestaartje, who wanted Anya and Xander with LJs:
Anya was quite fond of fanfiction. Men, she wrote, can also interlock in interesting and pleasurable ways.
Underneath, someone had commented: r u serious?
Talk properly, Xander, she replied. It makes people depressed when you don’t spell correctly.
If she ever went back into vengeance, she’d have to remember this new, original technique for causing humiliation to the male of the species. “If you ever do something hurtful and/or stupid, Xander,” she said aloud, “I will ask people to write porn about you on the internet.”
A pause.
“And then,” she added, happily, “I will make sure you get pregnant.”
*
And now the double drabbles. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
immaculatemuse, who wanted the Doctor, Jack and Rose playing Truth or Dare:
“All right,” said Rose, quietly. “The Doctor doesn’t play Truth or Dare. The Doctor plays Dare.”
The Doctor could do all the dares they threw at him; he could take his turn and swallow mayonnaise and knock back shots and do all the juvenile, laughable things she and Jack could suggest to a nine-hundred-year-old Time Lord.
But Rose’s careful, drunken, heartfelt confessions were all her own; how she was afraid sometimes and sometimes all the time; how she’d lost her virginity in the back of Jimmy Stone’s stolen Mini; how she’d never loved Mickey and lied to his face. She told them everything.
Then there was Jack, who kept in touch with his executioners and shagged his way out of trouble, with his two years’ ctrl-alt-delete hiding horrors. He didn’t have to say what he’d done, or what he thought he’d done. Rose knew and the Doctor knew, without being told.
But the Doctor was the Doctor, himself alone, burdened by human secrets but with his past his own and no-one else’s.
“Doctor,” said Rose, still quietly. “I dare you to tell the truth about yourself.”
The Doctor stared, said nothing, and Rose thought she saw Gallifrey explode in his eyes.
*
And lastly fordougs, who wanted Mulcahy, Radar and broken glasses:
Radar’s glasses broke the day they were told there would be no further supplies for a month. Asking Hawkeye and Trapper to guide him everywhere proved unwise, as he found himself walking three times round the camp when he only wanted to go the latrine and into Colonel Blake’s office when he wanted to feed his rabbits and through Major Houlihan’s tent when he wanted to get undressed at night.
Then he tried asking Major Burns, but Frank forgot what he was doing a lot and somehow Radar ended up in Major Houlihan’s tent all the same.
Then he asked Father Mulcahy, who took his hand and took him everywhere he needed to go, and he didn’t walk into walls or sit down on chairs that weren’t there. After two or three days, Radar wondered if this was what it was like to be a priest.
“I don’t know what you mean, Radar,” Father Mulcahy said.
Radar tried to explain it, but he couldn’t; the words wouldn’t come to his lips the easy way they danced through his head, but he knew what he meant. Perhaps being Father Mulcahy was a little like this; being guided every step of the way.
For
yonmei, who wanted Giles calling Father Mulcahy to perform a Catholic exorcism:“It’s strange,” Giles said, opening the door, “you never seem to look any older.”
“Divine providence, Rupert,” said Father Mulcahy, eyes twinkling. “It’s good to see you again, although I wish it were in better circumstances.”
Giles nodded. “Through here.”
He led the way to the cupboard where the ghost was trapped. “Bell, book and candle,” murmured Mulcahy. “It’s hardly the impression to give of the priesthood, these days.”
But he performed the exorcism, and if Giles noticed that as the spectre was forced back into the netherworld, the priest, too, shimmered at the edges, he never said a word.
*
For
apestaartje, who wanted Anya and Xander with LJs:Anya was quite fond of fanfiction. Men, she wrote, can also interlock in interesting and pleasurable ways.
Underneath, someone had commented: r u serious?
Talk properly, Xander, she replied. It makes people depressed when you don’t spell correctly.
If she ever went back into vengeance, she’d have to remember this new, original technique for causing humiliation to the male of the species. “If you ever do something hurtful and/or stupid, Xander,” she said aloud, “I will ask people to write porn about you on the internet.”
A pause.
“And then,” she added, happily, “I will make sure you get pregnant.”
*
And now the double drabbles. For
immaculatemuse, who wanted the Doctor, Jack and Rose playing Truth or Dare:“All right,” said Rose, quietly. “The Doctor doesn’t play Truth or Dare. The Doctor plays Dare.”
The Doctor could do all the dares they threw at him; he could take his turn and swallow mayonnaise and knock back shots and do all the juvenile, laughable things she and Jack could suggest to a nine-hundred-year-old Time Lord.
But Rose’s careful, drunken, heartfelt confessions were all her own; how she was afraid sometimes and sometimes all the time; how she’d lost her virginity in the back of Jimmy Stone’s stolen Mini; how she’d never loved Mickey and lied to his face. She told them everything.
Then there was Jack, who kept in touch with his executioners and shagged his way out of trouble, with his two years’ ctrl-alt-delete hiding horrors. He didn’t have to say what he’d done, or what he thought he’d done. Rose knew and the Doctor knew, without being told.
But the Doctor was the Doctor, himself alone, burdened by human secrets but with his past his own and no-one else’s.
“Doctor,” said Rose, still quietly. “I dare you to tell the truth about yourself.”
The Doctor stared, said nothing, and Rose thought she saw Gallifrey explode in his eyes.
*
And lastly for
dougs, who wanted Mulcahy, Radar and broken glasses:Radar’s glasses broke the day they were told there would be no further supplies for a month. Asking Hawkeye and Trapper to guide him everywhere proved unwise, as he found himself walking three times round the camp when he only wanted to go the latrine and into Colonel Blake’s office when he wanted to feed his rabbits and through Major Houlihan’s tent when he wanted to get undressed at night.
Then he tried asking Major Burns, but Frank forgot what he was doing a lot and somehow Radar ended up in Major Houlihan’s tent all the same.
Then he asked Father Mulcahy, who took his hand and took him everywhere he needed to go, and he didn’t walk into walls or sit down on chairs that weren’t there. After two or three days, Radar wondered if this was what it was like to be a priest.
“I don’t know what you mean, Radar,” Father Mulcahy said.
Radar tried to explain it, but he couldn’t; the words wouldn’t come to his lips the easy way they danced through his head, but he knew what he meant. Perhaps being Father Mulcahy was a little like this; being guided every step of the way.
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on 2005-08-21 09:24 pm (UTC)Hee!
And the Nine/Rose/Jack one is very powerful, especially the ending.
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on 2005-08-22 09:24 am (UTC)You're going to Oxford too? Which college?
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on 2005-08-22 12:31 am (UTC)Also, this reminds me how much I miss being in your fandom. :)
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on 2005-08-22 09:25 am (UTC)Also, this reminds me how much I miss being in your fandom. :)
The feeling is very, very mutual. *g*
The next ficlet will be part-BSG, and there will be one entirely BSG in a day or so. See us share fandoms!
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on 2005-08-22 07:11 am (UTC)You had me hooked from the first - The Doctor plays Dare
thanks hun!
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on 2005-08-22 04:18 pm (UTC)And Radar is right -- that's just how it is.
Thank you.
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on 2005-08-22 08:47 pm (UTC)