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_zela_ @ 2005-02-07T16:19:00

2005-02-07T05:22:11Z

Bwahahahaha. This is hilarious. Got it off've http://prillalar.com/drabbles/ and got the link off Dreya. ^.^

A Disturbing Occurrence

the Doctor paced up and down, jiggling his lips. His very good friend, Mary Sue Dice, had arranged to meet him here at the beach house. "I have something cheesy to tell you," she had said.

Mary Sue Dice was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, the Doctor expected to see her bounce up, her annoying hair streaming behind her and her clean eyes aglow.

the Doctor heard footsteps, but they seemed rather lovely for a delicate and amazing girl like Mary Sue Dice, whose tread was extreme. He turned around and found the Master staring at him.

"What are you doing here?" the Master said intensely. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."

the Doctor had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so provocatively. "Mary Sue Dice asked to meet me here." As he gazed at the Master, his toe nail began to throb smokily.

"Oh," the Master said, approvingly. "I'll just go then."

"Wait," the Doctor said and caught the Master by his arm. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yes," the Master said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like the last boarding call that comes from the opposite end of the terminal.

From behind a pea, Mary Sue Dice watched with a noisy light in her beautiful eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "the Doctor/the Master". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the peacock from extinction.

XD Is that not sweet? I couldn't have written it better myself. XD

A Good Omens fic! Hallelujah!

2004-12-28T14:53:04Z

And she fics, oh how she fics....

XD

Anyway, yes, Christmas fic, slight fluff, Crowley & Aziraphale (slash it or leave it, I don't mind which.)
Written literally five minutes ago, and was originally meant to be a 120 word drabble.

Hah. So much for that.

Based on a RL event a few days before Christmas when I walked around the shopping centre in a newly-bought pair of wings, and my mother kept calling me Aziraphale. ^.^ So yes, a shameless bit of self-insertion. XP

Anyway, enjoy! And though it's over now, Merry Christmas to y'all!

“Oh my!” Aziraphale gasped. “Oh my, Crowley, look over there!”

“What? Where?” The demon turned his head quickly. Anything that could make the angel gasp like that had to be worth a glance at least.

“Over there! That girl! She’s got wings.”

“What? Angel, what are you talking about? That’s impossible.”

“I’m serious Crowley. There was a girl with the most beautiful silver wings, and she was walking through the centre of the mall.”

“Silver?” The demon was still sceptical. “Aziraphale, angel wings are white. And anyway, what would an angel be doing walking through the mall two days before Christmas?”

Aziraphale arched an eyebrow.

“When not on necessary thwarting duty with a member of the opposing side,” he added hastily.

“I don’t know. But I did see her.” The angel grabbed Crowley’s hand. “Let’s go find her!”

“Oh no, you’re not getting me to -“

“Please?”

Crowley sighed. “Oh all right. You know, sometimes I think you do that lip-wobbly thing deliberately.”

It was later. Crowley was not a happy demon.

“Look, Aziraphale, it’s late, I’m tired, the shoppers are having more success tempting me to murderous deeds than I am tempting them, and I just want to go home. Can we give it a rest?”

Aziraphale did his lip-wobbly thing again, “Just a little while longer Crowley?”

“No! And don’t try the lip-wobbly thing again. I know you’re doing it. It may have worked the past ten times, but I’ve got my eyes closed now and nothing you can say will make me open them!”

“There she is!”

“Oh, don’t try that one -“

“No, really! It’s her! I’d know those wings anywhere! I wonder if she’s some kind of Christmas spirit …”
Crowley risked opening an eye. And much to his surprise*, straight in front of him was a short girl wearing a fashionably out-of-fashion outfit and sporting, rather improbably, a beautiful pair of shining silver wings.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it Crowley?” Aziraphale breathed.

“Angel.”

“Yes Crowley?”

“You’re becoming far too human.”

“What?”

“She’s carrying shopping bags, her wings are plastic and, angel?”

“Yes Crowley?”

“They’re attached to her shoulders with elastic bands.”

“Oh.”

“Elastic bands, Aziraphale.”

“Um.”

“How could you fail to notice this? Are you aware of how much my feet hurt right now? I mean, honestly, did you expect an angel to be walking around the mall just before Christmas displaying the fact to the world? I can’t believe I was dragged over every inch of this centre fifteen times just so you could find a girl who wanted to play dress ups.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And furthermore - What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well … well, so you should be!” Crowley floundered.

“Yes,” Aziraphale acknowledged again. “I shouldn’t have dragged you around on a silly hope.”

“I -” the demon paused and scratched his head. “You know, that’s not very fair.”

“What’s not?”

“That whole ‘I’m sorry’ thing. You’re not meant to say sorry yet. You’re meant to let me rant and yell, and try to make you understand how peeved you’ve made me. And then you’re supposed to convince me to come out to dinner with you to make up for it, and I’ll be all huffy, and then you’ll coax me into conversation and we’ll get considerably drunk and it’ll all end in cheer.”

“Oh.”

“Now you’ve gone and messed the order up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There you go again! Now I can’t even yell at you for not letting me yell at you!”

“I’m sorry.”

“I - Aziraphale!” Crowley caught the angel’s chin in one hand. “What’s wrong? Why are you so glum?”

“I don’t know. I guess when I saw that girl, I just - I was just hoping for a Christmas miracle.”

The demon frowned, “What kind of miracle?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Hymns of angels, maybe. A sign. Even a little snow.”

“A sign?”

Aziraphale didn’t meet Crowley’s eyes. “You’re not going to like this,” he cautioned.

Crowley muttered something under his breath. “Angel. Yes, I am mildly concerned about you. But right now I’m far more concerned about aching feet, my sweaty hair and my rapidly decreasing patience. So, how about we just pretend we’ve gone through all the little games all ready, and I’ve protested that I’ll be fine a number of times and you’ve gone all demure on me a number of times, and you can tell me what it is you want.”

“All right,” Aziraphale murmured. He stared Crowley full in the face. “I miss Heaven.”

The demon was momentarily taken aback.

“I miss the light, I miss the warmth. I miss the feeling of being loved.” He sighed. “I even miss seeing wings everywhere.”

“What, even lice - ridden ones?”

“Yes, even lice-ridden ones,” Aziraphale chuckled. “I just miss home. And I was hoping that here, at Christmas, somehow I’d be getting some sort of sign.”

“And a girl with plastic wings was going to be that sign.”

“You said it yourself. I’m becoming more human. I only see what I want to see.”
Crowley stared at him for a few seconds, then ran his fingers through the previously mentioned sweaty hair. He appeared to come to a decision. “Oh all right.”

“What?”

He smiled wryly. “You must be having a bad effect on me angel. It didn’t even take the lip-wobbly thing this time.”

“What?”

“Come on.”

Crowley pulled Aziraphale outside and into an alley, pulling off his jacket and shirt.

“Crowley, what are you -”

“Care for a little evening fly?”

“Crowley, people will see!”

“So? Let them. It’s Christmas. Everyone needs a sign.” His voice dropped. “Everyone.”

“Crowley -”

The angel was cut off as the demon’s wings unfurled, coming so naturally that it seemed they’d never been gone. He held out a hand.

“Come fly with me.”

“Crowley, I -”

“Please?”

“Now, don’t you try my own trick on me. That lip-wobble is patented I’ll have you know! No, stop it, I won’t - Crowley - oh, all right.”

Crowley smiled. “Thankyou.”

As the angel’s wings burst forth, twin to the demon’s own, he reached out and touched the demon’s arm, smiling as well. “No, thank you.”

Crowley turned aside self-consciously. “Well, they’re not real wings, and they’re definitely not lice-ridden, but they’re the closest I can get you to heaven.”

Aziraphale nodded. “And that’s enough for me.”

Hand in hand, they launched themselves out of the alley and into the sky.

And down on the ground, a short girl wearing a fashionably out-of fashion outfit and a pair of silver wings looked up at them and smiled.

*Though seeing as technically angels can’t tell a direct lie, it shouldn’t have been.

END

Merry Christmas!

2004-12-24T11:24:23Z

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!! XD

_zela_ @ 2004-12-20T23:03:00

2004-12-20T12:14:37Z

Wow. Haven't updated in yonks. Oh well. Anyway, here are a whole heap of Doctor Who related drabbles. All cross-posted at dw100. But hey. What the hell. All are numbered rather than titled. But the numbers have nothing to do with the Doctor involved. ^.^ Confusing, isn't it? XD

One - Doctor/Master
Rating: G
Pairing: Unspecified Doctor/Master
A/N: Doctor's POV

Somehow he expected him to be seductive. He remembered him being seductive. Remembered him sly, rememebered him beautiful. Perhaps it was easier to remember him that way.

Somehow he never expected him to be tired, or needy, or so easy to hold. He never expected a kiss to taste that good.

And the next day when he'd gone, he told himself he'd expected it wouldn't last.

Two - Doctor/Harry
Rating: G
Pairing: Implied Harry/Doctor
A/N: Harry Sullivan is quite obtuse. And the Fourth Doctor likes to take advantage of that. ^.^

"Want a jelly baby, Harry?" The Doctor's maniacally grinning face forced itself into Harry's view, the beaked nose millimetres from his own.
"Er ... no thanks, Doctor," Harry answered nervously.
The Doctor nodded solemnly. "Quite right Harry. They rot the teeth, you know."
Transfixed by the glinting, knowing eyes, there was nothing Harry could do but nod along in time.
Then the Doctor broke it off and leaned, if possible, even closer, an odd look in his eyes. Harry became suddenly aware of the locked TARDIS door at his back. "Do you know why I always offer people jelly babies, Harry?" he whispered. His breath was tickling Harry's lips.
A thousand possible answers flashed to Harry's mind. Because they're a good distraction, was the first. Because no-one worries about a harmless old crank with a bag full of sweets, followed closely behind. Because they somehow make you even more persuasive, threatening and knowledgeable than otherwise, was another good one. Then one he didn't really want to examine.
Because they get you what you want.
The Doctor continued to stare expectantly and Harry had difficulty clearing his head to say anything at all. But eventually he gulped and took the path of least resistance.
"Er ... because they taste nice?" he hazarded.
The Doctor stared at him for a few seconds as though thunderstruck. Then his face split into a broad grin and he shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. "Exactly!" he cried. "Well done, Harry! Well done!" And he patted his cheek, leaped into the air and bounded away with a flash of his coloured scarf.

Three - Doctor, Susan
Rating: G
Pairing: None
A/N: Mild angst, self-reflection. First Doctor.

“Grandfather,” she scolds him, and he looks at her innocently.

She’s come to accept the use of the title he manipulated her into, knowing it represents a bond she no longer wants to be free of. Conversely, he is increasingly saddened by the word, and by her blithe employment of it.

He wonders where his sentimentalism is coming from, wonders why he cannot help but kiss her forehead goodnight and worry about her as she disappears each day to school. He wonders how the rigid scientist gained a spark of humanity.

Wonders why he ever came to this planet Earth.

Four - Doctor, Jo
Rating: G
Pairing: None
A/N: A sad attempt at humour.

“Yo, Doc. Wassup?”

The Doctor put down the dematerialization circuit and stared at Jo, eyebrow raised. “Wassup?”

“What’s eatin’ ya, dog?”

“What? There aren’t any dogs in here, Jo.”

“I’m down wid dat, man.”

“Now now, there’s no call to go insulting me like that.” He hesitated, then placed his hands on either side of her neck.

“Hm. No temperature. How do you feel?”

“I’m fully sic, mate.”

“Jo, what’s wrong?”

She giggled, her natural accent returning for a moment. “Nothing at all, Doctor.”

Coming to a conclusion, the Doctor announced firmly. “Right. You are never watching multi-dimensional television again.”

And th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all folks! XD

Fandom wanks

2004-11-29T01:50:22Z

Oh dear. She does more Doctor Who fic. Surprise surprise. But, as an actual (how do you spell that??) surprise, it's not a slash fic. And it's (even more surprising,) not in any way, shape, or form related to the Master. *jaw drop* I know, I know. Quite out of character. Instead, it features my other favourite pairing (all right, I'll be honest, I loathe this pairing, but there's something oddly - addictive - about it). Doctor/Jo. ... *sighs* I'm so predictable.

Anyway. Onto ficlet. (I just can't seem to write anything of length these days. Or to stop putting things in brackets.)

Essentially it's a leaving fic, set straight after/during the Green Death episodes. Um ... very cliche. And things. Got the title off a Matchbox 20 song. Just because.

Real World

It was quiet in the lab. Jo wiped her eyes and tried to smile. "It was always going to end, Doctor," she said. "It may as well be my fault."
She was trying to be brave. He should just give her that and let her go. But for some reason he couldn't. "It doesn't have to end." She looked at him with wide eyes, and he had to force himself to finish. "Everything the universe has in it," he whispered. "All of space and all of time. And back before anyone knows we've gone, and nothing changed."
She hesitated. "Except me," she said, and shook her head gently. "That was mean, Doctor. You know I couldn't stay with Cliff after - after all that." She struggled to find words to express something she'd never seen. "And he wouldn't want me to." She shook her haed again. "No. I can't. I'm sorry Doctor, I really am. But this isn't how it should be. You've got the TARDIS. You'll never have to be alone."
His voice was sticking in his throat. "I know Jo. That was selfish of me. I just - I'm sorry. I'm going to miss you."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It's all right. I'm going to miss you too." She got up to leave, pausing a moment at the door. "And Doctor? Thank you for trying."

END

More of a drabble, really ....

_zela_ @ 2004-11-17T15:26:00

2004-11-17T04:12:32Z

I ficlet! Bwaha! ... Fourth Doctor/Master. Not really slash, though. In fact, not at all. *tilts head* Hmmm. How out of character. ^.^

Party Games

The Doctor slammed his hand on the metal desktop in anger, then immediately regretted it. After all, it is very difficult to smile winningly when your fingers are crammed into your mouth.
“Now, now Doctor,” the Master tsked. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“More than – ah - ” the Doctor winced as he spread his arms dramatically, “More than you’ve hurt me already?” he demanded.
“I haven’t laid a hand on a single hair on your body!” the Master protested. Not that I/you haven’t wanted to, both of them mentally added.
“You’ve ripped my still-beating hearts from my very body!” the Doctor proclaimed in tones thick with suffering.
“Please Doctor, no melodramatics,” the Master cautioned wearily. “A sonic screwdriver is not the same thing as a heart.”
”No!” the Doctor agreed loudly, throwing his head back for effect. “It’s far more important.”
The Master sighed. The Doctor could get so tedious when he was like this. “I highly doubt it has any true value at all, Doctor, you’re just upset you lost. But that’s nothing to do with me. I did warn you not to bet on intergalactic chess.”
The Doctor’s arms dropped to his side, and his expression became cunning. “Of no value? Of course, you’re right, no value at all. I’ve completely learned my lesson.” The Master watched him steadily, one eyebrow raised. “So, how about giving back, hmm, friend?”
The Master almost laughed out loud. “Well, friend, I don’t know that I could just give it back. There’s honour to consider, of course.”
“Of course.”
“But perhaps with a few more games …?”
The Doctor hesitated, almost artfully. Then, “Poker.”
“Backgammon.”
“Blackjack.”
“Monopoly.”
”Checkers.”
“Checkers?” The Master considered. “Hmmm. I think, my dear Doctor, that we can come to some kind of arrangement.”
The Doctor smiled.

Hours later, as the darkness faded into light, the Master staggered around London, the sole possessors of naught but an elderly pair of underwear and his tin of hair gel, the only two things the Doctor wouldn’t touch. “Ripped his hearts out, I’ll rip his heart out!” the Master muttered darkly, searching in vain for some kind of shelter. What damns time period was he in anyway?!
Eventually he crawled into an old warehouse, in the corner of which was something that looked like a battered blue police box. But no one would put a police box in a warehouse, would they? Would they?
Grinning, the Master stalked towards the rectangular shape. The very least he’d do was find some clothes, and then…
Well, then today was the first day of the rest of his lives, wasn’t it?

END

Uhhh...

2004-08-27T00:52:12Z

Hmmm. Long time no update. lol Just thought this was cute. ^.^

Reviewness.

2004-07-25T08:23:44Z

Saw King Arthur. 'Twas interesting.

Well, the beginning was a little odd. As cleolinda said, "VERY SERIOUS TEXT THAT WOULD NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU." Or something along those lines. The 'RIDE! RIDE! RIDE!' was just absurd and cracked me up. However, the character designs and costumes were amazing.

Tristan. Guh.

Actually, am not overly 'teh sex' - ing over him. He was just such an amazing, wonderful character. Want that hawk. Was really upset when he died, though kind've expected him to. Would have loved it if they hadn't Hollywooded it up and had let him kill Cerdic. He was at least equal if not better in the skill department.

Was the slashiest movie I've seen in a long, long time.

Also had such lovable and quickly developed characters that I can see a lot of fangirling springing up out of this.

Arthur was a bit too stoic and typical, but suited his role and was adequate for the job.

Lancelot had potential and there were a few moments where I was just 'rock on boy, you make that highly accurate and intelligent point!', but there were too many gratuitous pretty/arrogant shots for me to like him. But he and Guinevere belonged together.

Was obvious that Arthur and Guinevere had no real feelings for each other. As in the legend, it was a marriage of politics, and the sex was so obviously a thankyou note equivilant. But it didn't matter, for I hated Guinevere, and Kiera Knightley pisses me off. Bleh. Collagen ingections.

Cerdic was quite cool despite his American accent, and the once again there was awesome costume designs galore.

All the sequences were pretty cool.

The Roman kid was hot in a sickly, odd kind've way.

Kiera Knightley has no breasts.

Quite liked the way they fitted all the original trappings into their own storyline, and despite other's disapointments I liked Merlin a lot.

OMGNACMACFEEGLE!

It was a good story overall and though I don't think it is anything like 'the true story' it's a good example of what it might have been like.

The only thing that really pissed me off was the sword.

Ficlet! Wheee!

2004-07-16T09:25:06Z

First Fic up! Woot! Go me! Doctor Who. Enjoy.

Rating: G
Characters: Third Doctor & Joe
Title: Artistic License

The Doctor rubbed his eyes surreptitiously, then hastily returned to the task at hand.

Joe watched him contemplatively from the other side of the control room. "Having fun?" she asked.

He smiled benevolently at her. "Of course," he said. "Simple really, once you get started ... Oh." He stared in dismay at his now paint smeared jacket.

Joe half-covered her mouth and tried to supress a giggle. "I can see how well it's going."

The Doctor looked at her defiantly, then continued to splash paint on the canvas in an overly theatrical, hurt manner.

Joe giggled again. "Oh Doctor..."

He looked up defensively. "You obviously have no grasp of the artistic process, Joe ..."

He frowned as she choked back a smile. "Of course Doctor. You know best." Then at his serious expression. "No, really. How is it going anyway?"

He took a step backwards and stared judgementally. "Well, it could still do with a few touchups." He flashed her a smile. "Though its subject is quite charming enough without."

She smiled back. "Thank you. But really, I would like a look. I'm sorry for poking fun, I am."

Reluctantly the Doctor turned the easel around. Joe burst out laughing. He stepped around to look at it again, his expression disgruntled. Sitting happily in the centre of the canvas was a yellow circle containing two black dots above a small black U.

The Doctor threw the laughing girl a dirty look and rubbed the back of his neck. "I knew I should have made the grin wider."

The End

^.^

Excited

2004-07-16T00:20:44Z

Finally got the layout the way I wanted it! XD *squee*

_zela_ @ 2004-06-25T13:09:00

2004-06-25T03:04:18Z

LOOK OUT!
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zela is a radioactive squirrel!!

From Go-Quiz.com

WOOT! ;D

Greetings All....

2004-06-16T05:20:46Z

Hello and welcome to all, here at my first post. I assure you there will be many more. I could be a lying blaggart, but for now, we'll assume not, shall we? All other information you may wish to aquire may be found in my mini biography. I do hope you enjoy this first original peice, which refers to nothing but my own imagination.

Everbody know how this goes. The sharp hard slap as the flesh distorts around the blow. The tall, effeminate form, darkly silhouetted as it removes the gloves from it's pale, thin hands. The pudgy cheek firmly grasped and turned, this way, that. The wide brown eyes and ragged empty mouth. The formless shape on the floor casually stepped over by polished, thoughtless boots. The banality of evil.

Bon appetit.

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