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Of Smoke and Gold and Breathing, by lotesseflower.
PG. Jane/Will/Bran.
Summary: Fairytales on both sides of the glass.

It was Jane who answered. "Jane," he said. Jane Jana Juno Jane, his mind chattered. Jenny Gwen. Names tumbling over each other in the dark. "Jane," he said again, forcing his mind to clear, "It's Will Stanton."

I love this story with a reverential love. It's amazing.

Brilliant, by voicelikehoney.
PG-13. Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones; hints of Tom/Martha
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords
Summary: There's something the Doctor forgot to tell Martha ...

She’d listen for the sound of breathing if her heartbeat wasn’t thundering so loudly in her ears; instead, her eyes rooted to the floor, she looks at the movement she can register at the very edge of her line of vision, already knowing deep down what it is that she’ll see.

One beaten up Converse shoe. Burgundy, not white, though in the low light it’s impossible to make out any kind of colour all that well. But she doesn’t need light to know he’d be in the blue suit; the burgundy boots clash dreadfully with the brown pinstripe.

A Place Called Home, by sheldrake.
G. Martha.
What's so bloody special about being human, anyway?
Spoilers: Human Nature

On her afternoon off she slips quietly away and lets herself into the TARDIS, so she can sort her hair out and sing in the shower. She sings about how the distal phalanges are connected to the middle phalanges, and the middle phalanges are connected to the proximal phalanges. She is cheerful, capable Martha Jones, who's very nearly a doctor, and who takes everything in her stride. She can name all the bones of the body, and connect them up, and make them live. Dem bones are gonna walk around, oh yes they bloody well are. You'll see.

Beautiful Martha character-piece.

Human-Shaped, by Versaphile.
PG. Ten, Martha.
Spoilers: 42
It's not you, it's me. If he said it, it wouldn't help anything.


She was doing it again. Looking at him. He was really starting to suspect that she'd lied when she said she only went for humans, but it was probably his own fault for being so human-shaped in the first place. Two hearts and an entirely different biology aside, it was an easy mistake to make, one he usually relied on when visiting worlds with other human or human-shaped inhabitants. There were quite a lot of those, even taking into account the incredible usefulness of having a form with binocular vision and opposable thumbs and upright locomotion, and don't think he hadn't heard the rumours back home about Rassilon and oh he didn't want to think about home he really really didn't so he wouldn't and oh look there was a button he'd forgotten what it was for so he'd just go ahead and press it.

Ten and Martha from the Doctor's (incredibly well done) point of view.

Last Year's Blooms, by Etherati.
PG. Four, Sarah Jane, Jack Harkness.
Learning to dance, relearning the dance of the left-behind, and things blowing up.
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways

He’s about three-quarters the way around the room when the live band switches to something old — some Glenn Miller, bouncy and lively and it’s vaguely familiar, tickling at the front of his brain like a half-remembered dream. He pauses, trying to place the tune, figure out what memory it’s linked to.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop on the locals, in that moment of thought, but some conversations are meant to be overheard.

Beautifully done, and the voices are just right.

the frozen hours, by noldo_.
G. Martha, Ten.
Martha seeing the world. (Or universe, rather.)
Spoilers: none particularly.


"--this room didn't always look like this, you know. Before the -- well, a while ago, anyway, it was all very nineteenth-century. There was a skeleton just there, lovely chap, can't seem to remember what for, not all that good for conversation anyway. And I did have a strange thing for chandeliers. But I do like this one because if you stand just there your face is half green and half orange, and no that's not a metaphor for anything but it's amusing isn't it."

Dating in the Workplace, by purple_bug.
PG-13. Too many pairings to list, and working them out's half the fun.
If anyone had asked the Doctor whether he begrudged his companions their interpersonal relationships, he would’ve denied it strenuously, with much hand-waving and/or babbling. Because it was true! For the most part.
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways, I suppose, as it relates to Jack.


“Doctor!”
“Terribly sorry, my dear Chatterton. Erm, I believe your dressing gown is hanging from that lamp shade, Barbara, if that’s what you’re searching for.”

A Gallifreyan Romance (Sort Of), by redscharlach.
PG-13. Ten/Master.
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords

"I'm a Time Lord, you're a Time Lord,
You're a crime Lord steeped in hate.
You're primeval, purest evil,
But I'm desperate for a date!

Come Back to Tell You All (I Shall Tell You All), by amberite.
R. Three character study that includes Doctor/Brigadier.
An overview of the Third Doctor's life, around the themes of his traumatic exile and his fashion sense.

Three, from beginning to regeneration. Pretty much perfect.

The Thousandth Man, by athousandwinds.
PG. Implied Ten/Jack and Doctor/Rose/Jack.
Jack's a people person, but he's always ended up alone.
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways.

Halfway round the universe with only a backpack for company made anyone a loner. Making connections just wasn't worth it when you were only going to spend the day. There wasn't time.

"There's always time!" a man whom Jack met once insisted. "I mean, look how fast we became friends!"

"Sure," Jack said, amused. He kissed the guy's shoulder (he was way too skinny and had the chirpy, curious look of a clumsy baby bird) and added, "Why did you hug me?"

"No reason." The sharp face took on a guilty cast. "I like hugging people. Is it illegal here?"

"It's Victorian England."

"Oh." The man considered this. "Nah, it's fine. I'll just tell 'em I'm French."