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Written for allfireburns, in the hope that it would make her smile. Inspired by this bit of crack.

Feel better, love.

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Written for allfireburns. Prompt: "Winter".



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For starletfallen. Prompt: "Heretic". (The law: I'm doing it wrong. But hey. It's the future. Future!law is different, or something.)



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For allfireburns. Prompt: "Once".



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For kawaiispinel. Prompt: "Fortunate".



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For starletfallen. Prompt: "Zydrate."


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A drabble request from draegonhawke. Prompt: "Ignoble."




Let Jack have his illusions of nobility -- Suzie knew quite well what she was. Common in every possible way, wading through the filth with the worst of them. Ask her to paint a picture of her world, and she'd render it in a thousand shades of shit.

And then came the Glove, and a world rendered in technicolor. It was fire in her veins, the sharp tang of ozone after a storm. It was something to aspire towards: the promise of infinite life. Ignoble means towards the noblest of goals.

In the end, it was enough, when nothing else was.

This really isn't a response to a prompt by allfireburns, but the request for Suzie/Tosh did influence this a bit. The bunny's older than that, though.

Warnings for innuendo, a big chunk of the Torchwood chat logs and pseudounix syntax. The chat portion was meant to be much shorter than it turned out. Oh well. Those who hate scriptfic, stay far, far away. Real prose happens in part 2.

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This was a post asking for cracky prompts.

Responses to those prompts are in the comments.

I started this ages ago. And now it's finished, as of this morning. And that's all I have to say about that.

Many thanks go to aguynamedgoo, draegonhawke, starletfallen, allfireburns, and piratepurple for looking over various bits of this. The feedback was wonderfully helpful. Thanks so much, everyone.


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