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eponymous_roseTitle: Argumentum Ad Metam (1/6)
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Word Count: 2357
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Mystery, Adventure
Spoilers: Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
Characters: Third Doctor, Jo Grant, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, UNIT
Summary: When a warehouse burns to the ground for no apparent reason - and the only living witness claims to have seen fire-breathing demons - the Doctor and Jo become embroiled in a deadly confrontation against an opponent who knows them only too well.
Twenty minutes.
She'd been on hold with the electronics supplier for twenty minutes.
Having long since abandoned her idle sketches of laboratory equipment, Jo twirled the cord of the phone into intricate shapes and wondered whether UNIT had some sort of commendation available, a medal for Excessive Politeness in the Face of Bureaucracy. A click on the line startled her enough that she nearly toppled off her stool.
"Hello?" came a harried-sounding voice. Jo instantly felt a twinge of pity for the woman on the other end of the line - after all, the Doctor's requests wouldn't exactly be easy to fill; he had a terrible habit of requesting equipment that simply didn't exist.
("What year is it?" he'd asked her after the third such incident in a week, and, laughing, she'd reminded him. He'd sighed, considered his circuit diagram, and scratched out a large section of it. "Well, I suppose that explains it.")
"Yes, hello," she said. "I was just-"
"Please hold," said the woman, and Jo's goodwill evaporated as the buzz cut her off again.
A commendation, certainly, and a medal, and a plaque to hang in her flat.
She was just getting around to calculating financial recompense when the door opened and Captain Yates strode into the lab, beaming. He made a show of glancing about for the Doctor, and Jo nodded towards the police box. She still hadn't a clue what he was doing in there, but he seemed content enough to putter around in the small box for hours on end. She imagined he must get quite a backache, tall as he was, all crammed in there, but he deftly changed the subject every time she tried to mention it.
Mike relaxed and leaned against the bench; Jo couldn't help grinning at his apparent nonchalance, when she knew he'd snap to attention at the first sign of the Brigadier's footsteps down the hall. "He's still got you running errands, then, Jo?"
She made a face. "Calling the suppliers. Do you know, I've never seen them this backed up! It's been simply ages."
He smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry," he said. "The Doctor's bound to give you something more to do at some point. He's just sulking."
Jo sighed. "Well, I wish he'd get on with it. I've had about all I can take of-" She consulted the sheet. "Multiparticular galvanometers."
Mike laughed. "Well, who hasn't?" His tone became more serious. "After that business with the Autons, Jo, surely he'll see you can be valuable to him."
"Thanks, Mike," she said. "But I wouldn't count on it."
He shrugged, then leaned towards her. "Listen, Jo, I was wondering if-"
A click on the line; she held up a hand to silence Mike. "Hello?"
For a moment, she feared she'd been disconnected, but a sharp ring of static flared, and it sounded very much as though there were a cacophony of voices beneath the ruckus. "Hello?" she said again. "Is anyone th-"
The phone made a rattling sound, as though the receiver on the other end had been dropped. Now the static was fading, and she could hear voices, but it wasn't workplace chatter - there were cries, and groans, and she could hear something that sounded terribly like the crackling of fire.
She stood up. "Do you need help?" she called into the receiver.
Mike straightened. "What's happening?"
"I don't know," she said. "It's-"
"Help us," whispered a voice from the receiver, and it sounded as though it came from right beside Jo, right there in the lab with her. She felt a chill down her arms.
"Listen," she said, "I'm calling police. We'll get help over there immediately."
"Please don't leave me," said the voice, and Jo finally recognized the anxious-sounding woman who'd answered the phone earlier. "It's burning. It's all burning-"
Swallowing hard, Jo hung up the receiver, and started dialling again. "Get the Brigadier, Mike. He'll want to hear about this."
*~*~*
Once they'd managed to get a preliminary on-scene report from the firemen, the Doctor had been surprisingly reluctant to accompany them out to the burning supply warehouse. "Surely it's a matter for the police, Brigadier," he'd said, and made as though to duck back inside the police box.
"There's been no explanation for the blaze, Doctor - at least not one that makes sense," the Brigadier had said, which was enough to stop the Doctor in his tracks. "They rescued a young lady from the wreckage, and she's telling stories about fire-breathing demons."
The Doctor had glanced back to the police box. "Look, Brigadier, it's a tragedy and the poor girl's probably delirious. There's no call for us to get involved."
And Jo had found herself speaking up. "Doctor, I was talking to her when it happened. It was out of nowhere - one moment, she was telling me to hold, and not two minutes later it sounded as though the whole place must have gone up."
"An explosion, then," the Doctor had suggested, but Jo could see the interest in his eyes and knew they must have won him over.
"No sign of that," said the Brigadier, and his tone was ever so slightly smug. "The preliminary reports seem to suggest that the fire should have been slow-burning; there were no signs of accelerants anywhere at all, and the most badly burned areas were so localised that surely somebody would have spotted the smoke and would have been able to extinguish it. In fact, the fire seems to have originated in the offices just outside the warehouse - the one place where there are always people about."
With a sigh, the Doctor had cast one last look at the police box, then closed and locked the door. "All right," he said. "But I'm in the middle of a very sensitive experiment, and we must return by this evening."
"I'll get your cloak," Jo had said quickly, before he could change his mind.
And now they were approaching the burnt-out wreckage in the Doctor's old roadster, Bessie - a few fire trucks were still positioned here and there, dousing smaller blazes. Quite a crowd had gathered round the perimeter, and the UNIT troops and ordinary policemen manning the barriers seemed to have their hands full keeping the curious away.
Jo coughed; there wasn't much smoke in the air, but it still smelled rather like a campfire, and her eyes stung a bit as Bessie trundled past the roadblock and closer to the warehouse. The Brigadier kept clearing his throat, but the Doctor seemed entirely unaffected by the smoky air; he drove with a sort of silence that made Jo remember Mike's comment about sulking.
The exterior structure seemed largely intact, but judging by the eerie creaks and groans that occasionally sounded above the ambient sirens, it wouldn't remain so for long.
"What's happening, Sergeant?" called the Brigadier as they rolled to a halt.
Benton saluted distractedly; Jo noticed the smudge of soot on his cheek and wondered whether he'd been helping to recover bodies from the warehouse. "It's pretty bad in there, sir," he said. "Looks like a few dozen people dead, and we've still only found the one girl alive."
"Is she injured?" the Doctor said; it was the first time he'd spoken since they'd left HQ.
Benton frowned. "Well, that's the thing, sir. It looks like she's managed to escape relatively unscathed-"
"How unscathed is 'relatively'?" the Doctor snapped.
"Well," Benton said, and cast an uncomfortable glance at the Brigadier. "She burned her hand trying to open the door for the firemen, and she's got some smoke inhalation, but apart from that, she's all right. She's been taken to hospital." His face clouded. "But the others, sir, they were all burned to a crisp. I don't see how-"
"That will do, Benton," said the Brigadier. "Get back to helping out where you can - it sounds as though the place could collapse at any moment. We'll lend a hand where we can."
"Sir," said Benton, and disappeared back into the crowd of firemen and soldiers.
The Brigadier turned to Jo, and she knew he was about to order her back to the perimeter, give her some pointless little job to keep her occupied. She crossed her arms. "I'll stay right here," she said. "With the Doctor. I am his assistant, after all."
With a frown, the Brigadier glanced at the Doctor, but he was already out of the car and halfway to the warehouse. "Sir," she added as an afterthought.
"All right, Miss Grant," he said. "But stay close."
She nodded and jogged after the Doctor. He was well away from the action, round the corner from the offices where bodies were still being recovered, which was just as well - she was starting to catch a whiff of a smell that she kept associating with burned meat, and she didn't much want to confirm what it was.
He bent down to examine the wall of the building, frowning. "What do you think's happened?" she said.
As though he hadn't noticed her presence until now, he glanced up. "Look, Jo, why don't you go back to the perimeter, see if you can help calm people down."
She ignored him and bent down beside him, scrutinizing the piece of wall he'd singled out. "Is that-" She pointed to a faint line in the cement that went round in a circle about three feet across. "Someone's broken through here, haven't they?"
"And sealed up the cement behind them?" the Doctor said, sitting back on the pavement and squinting at the wall.
"Well, stranger things have happened," she said, and he glanced at her with a startled grin.
"That's an excellent point, Jo," he said, and leaned forward to hold his hand just above the surface of the wall. "Doesn't feel too hot," he said, and touched it tentatively. "No, just a little warm."
Jo raised her hand to touch the wall as well, and suddenly there was a quiet creaking and groaning, and the patch of wall swung inwards with a tortuous screech. They both jumped.
"Well," the Doctor said, and they grinned ruefully at each other. "I think we may have found our means of entry."
Jo peered through the hole; it was dark, but the area looked as though it had escaped the blaze relatively unscathed. The Doctor reached past her with a torch he'd produced from his pocket, and a long corridor flickered into light.
"It's not even singed!" Jo gasped. She ducked through the hole to peer up at the ceiling, but it too appeared sound, totally undamaged despite the soot-marks on the walls outside.
The Doctor stepped through the hole behind her, shone his torch at the walls, at the immaculate ceiling. "That's impossible," he said. "The roof of this part of the building is collapsing; this should be wreckage."
Jo touched the wall; it was cool beneath her fingers. "But it isn't, is it?"
He was frowning. "This is too convenient," he said. "Look how it takes a turn up ahead; it must lead straight to the office buildings."
Peering into the darkness, Jo realised that the Doctor's torchlight seemed to be swallowed up by the blackness ahead. "You think it's an escape route?"
"I think," he said, and hesitated. "I think we should tell the Brigadier about this. Come on."
They turned, and Jo heard a creak that at first she took for the strange little door back to the outside world, and for a moment she had a terrified image of them trapped inside as the building fell around them, but the circle of light at the end of the corridor was still intact.
The Doctor stopped moving at the noise, and Jo froze next to him, staring back the way they'd come. "Doctor!" she gasped.
He spun round; the walls and ceiling rippled in the torchlight, the solid stone unfurling in waves like a windswept plain. "Jo," said the Doctor, "Jo, we have to get out of here."
She didn't need telling twice; the end of the corridor had stopped rippling, and suddenly it all looked rather more like she'd expected, with the pristine corridor disappearing in favour of scorch-marks on the walls, and the ceiling looked blacker, and there was a terrible creaking again-
A massive chunk of concrete struck the ground right in front of them, and Jo cried out. The Doctor grabbed her arm from behind, pulled her out of the way of a burning beam, and she was suddenly aware that the air was thick with smoke, but it was the heat more than anything that was keeping her from breathing-
Choking, trying to keep her feet on the ground as the Doctor pulled her through the wreckage, Jo caught sight of a toppling plate of metal, its edges wickedly sharp and glowing in the heat. Without thinking, she threw herself at the Doctor, tripped him up, and they both crashed to the ground as the massive steel plating collapsed.
For a moment she was trying so hard to breathe after the fall that nothing else registered, just the throbbing of her heart in her ears, the terrible burning in her mouth and nose and throat and chest.
She coughed hard, huddled against the heat, and suddenly she could hear shouts from only a few feet away, from the outside, and then she realised that the Doctor's grip on her arm had slackened and she was turning, turning-
His face was pale, and he was silent and still, unconscious or worse, and there was blood all down her arm and she wasn't sure whether it was hers or his, and she couldn't catch her breath, and she couldn't breathe, she couldn't-
Strong arms grabbed her, pulled her away, and she fought them because they were taking her further from him, and he was hurt-
She twisted, and a hand tightened round her arm, and she couldn't quite bite back a cry of pain, and then she was falling and all she could see was the Doctor's crumpled form, a smudge of darkness in the burning.
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eponymous_roseWord Count: 2357
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Mystery, Adventure
Spoilers: Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
Characters: Third Doctor, Jo Grant, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, UNIT
Summary: When a warehouse burns to the ground for no apparent reason - and the only living witness claims to have seen fire-breathing demons - the Doctor and Jo become embroiled in a deadly confrontation against an opponent who knows them only too well.
Twenty minutes.
She'd been on hold with the electronics supplier for twenty minutes.
Having long since abandoned her idle sketches of laboratory equipment, Jo twirled the cord of the phone into intricate shapes and wondered whether UNIT had some sort of commendation available, a medal for Excessive Politeness in the Face of Bureaucracy. A click on the line startled her enough that she nearly toppled off her stool.
"Hello?" came a harried-sounding voice. Jo instantly felt a twinge of pity for the woman on the other end of the line - after all, the Doctor's requests wouldn't exactly be easy to fill; he had a terrible habit of requesting equipment that simply didn't exist.
("What year is it?" he'd asked her after the third such incident in a week, and, laughing, she'd reminded him. He'd sighed, considered his circuit diagram, and scratched out a large section of it. "Well, I suppose that explains it.")
"Yes, hello," she said. "I was just-"
"Please hold," said the woman, and Jo's goodwill evaporated as the buzz cut her off again.
A commendation, certainly, and a medal, and a plaque to hang in her flat.
She was just getting around to calculating financial recompense when the door opened and Captain Yates strode into the lab, beaming. He made a show of glancing about for the Doctor, and Jo nodded towards the police box. She still hadn't a clue what he was doing in there, but he seemed content enough to putter around in the small box for hours on end. She imagined he must get quite a backache, tall as he was, all crammed in there, but he deftly changed the subject every time she tried to mention it.
Mike relaxed and leaned against the bench; Jo couldn't help grinning at his apparent nonchalance, when she knew he'd snap to attention at the first sign of the Brigadier's footsteps down the hall. "He's still got you running errands, then, Jo?"
She made a face. "Calling the suppliers. Do you know, I've never seen them this backed up! It's been simply ages."
He smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry," he said. "The Doctor's bound to give you something more to do at some point. He's just sulking."
Jo sighed. "Well, I wish he'd get on with it. I've had about all I can take of-" She consulted the sheet. "Multiparticular galvanometers."
Mike laughed. "Well, who hasn't?" His tone became more serious. "After that business with the Autons, Jo, surely he'll see you can be valuable to him."
"Thanks, Mike," she said. "But I wouldn't count on it."
He shrugged, then leaned towards her. "Listen, Jo, I was wondering if-"
A click on the line; she held up a hand to silence Mike. "Hello?"
For a moment, she feared she'd been disconnected, but a sharp ring of static flared, and it sounded very much as though there were a cacophony of voices beneath the ruckus. "Hello?" she said again. "Is anyone th-"
The phone made a rattling sound, as though the receiver on the other end had been dropped. Now the static was fading, and she could hear voices, but it wasn't workplace chatter - there were cries, and groans, and she could hear something that sounded terribly like the crackling of fire.
She stood up. "Do you need help?" she called into the receiver.
Mike straightened. "What's happening?"
"I don't know," she said. "It's-"
"Help us," whispered a voice from the receiver, and it sounded as though it came from right beside Jo, right there in the lab with her. She felt a chill down her arms.
"Listen," she said, "I'm calling police. We'll get help over there immediately."
"Please don't leave me," said the voice, and Jo finally recognized the anxious-sounding woman who'd answered the phone earlier. "It's burning. It's all burning-"
Swallowing hard, Jo hung up the receiver, and started dialling again. "Get the Brigadier, Mike. He'll want to hear about this."
*~*~*
Once they'd managed to get a preliminary on-scene report from the firemen, the Doctor had been surprisingly reluctant to accompany them out to the burning supply warehouse. "Surely it's a matter for the police, Brigadier," he'd said, and made as though to duck back inside the police box.
"There's been no explanation for the blaze, Doctor - at least not one that makes sense," the Brigadier had said, which was enough to stop the Doctor in his tracks. "They rescued a young lady from the wreckage, and she's telling stories about fire-breathing demons."
The Doctor had glanced back to the police box. "Look, Brigadier, it's a tragedy and the poor girl's probably delirious. There's no call for us to get involved."
And Jo had found herself speaking up. "Doctor, I was talking to her when it happened. It was out of nowhere - one moment, she was telling me to hold, and not two minutes later it sounded as though the whole place must have gone up."
"An explosion, then," the Doctor had suggested, but Jo could see the interest in his eyes and knew they must have won him over.
"No sign of that," said the Brigadier, and his tone was ever so slightly smug. "The preliminary reports seem to suggest that the fire should have been slow-burning; there were no signs of accelerants anywhere at all, and the most badly burned areas were so localised that surely somebody would have spotted the smoke and would have been able to extinguish it. In fact, the fire seems to have originated in the offices just outside the warehouse - the one place where there are always people about."
With a sigh, the Doctor had cast one last look at the police box, then closed and locked the door. "All right," he said. "But I'm in the middle of a very sensitive experiment, and we must return by this evening."
"I'll get your cloak," Jo had said quickly, before he could change his mind.
And now they were approaching the burnt-out wreckage in the Doctor's old roadster, Bessie - a few fire trucks were still positioned here and there, dousing smaller blazes. Quite a crowd had gathered round the perimeter, and the UNIT troops and ordinary policemen manning the barriers seemed to have their hands full keeping the curious away.
Jo coughed; there wasn't much smoke in the air, but it still smelled rather like a campfire, and her eyes stung a bit as Bessie trundled past the roadblock and closer to the warehouse. The Brigadier kept clearing his throat, but the Doctor seemed entirely unaffected by the smoky air; he drove with a sort of silence that made Jo remember Mike's comment about sulking.
The exterior structure seemed largely intact, but judging by the eerie creaks and groans that occasionally sounded above the ambient sirens, it wouldn't remain so for long.
"What's happening, Sergeant?" called the Brigadier as they rolled to a halt.
Benton saluted distractedly; Jo noticed the smudge of soot on his cheek and wondered whether he'd been helping to recover bodies from the warehouse. "It's pretty bad in there, sir," he said. "Looks like a few dozen people dead, and we've still only found the one girl alive."
"Is she injured?" the Doctor said; it was the first time he'd spoken since they'd left HQ.
Benton frowned. "Well, that's the thing, sir. It looks like she's managed to escape relatively unscathed-"
"How unscathed is 'relatively'?" the Doctor snapped.
"Well," Benton said, and cast an uncomfortable glance at the Brigadier. "She burned her hand trying to open the door for the firemen, and she's got some smoke inhalation, but apart from that, she's all right. She's been taken to hospital." His face clouded. "But the others, sir, they were all burned to a crisp. I don't see how-"
"That will do, Benton," said the Brigadier. "Get back to helping out where you can - it sounds as though the place could collapse at any moment. We'll lend a hand where we can."
"Sir," said Benton, and disappeared back into the crowd of firemen and soldiers.
The Brigadier turned to Jo, and she knew he was about to order her back to the perimeter, give her some pointless little job to keep her occupied. She crossed her arms. "I'll stay right here," she said. "With the Doctor. I am his assistant, after all."
With a frown, the Brigadier glanced at the Doctor, but he was already out of the car and halfway to the warehouse. "Sir," she added as an afterthought.
"All right, Miss Grant," he said. "But stay close."
She nodded and jogged after the Doctor. He was well away from the action, round the corner from the offices where bodies were still being recovered, which was just as well - she was starting to catch a whiff of a smell that she kept associating with burned meat, and she didn't much want to confirm what it was.
He bent down to examine the wall of the building, frowning. "What do you think's happened?" she said.
As though he hadn't noticed her presence until now, he glanced up. "Look, Jo, why don't you go back to the perimeter, see if you can help calm people down."
She ignored him and bent down beside him, scrutinizing the piece of wall he'd singled out. "Is that-" She pointed to a faint line in the cement that went round in a circle about three feet across. "Someone's broken through here, haven't they?"
"And sealed up the cement behind them?" the Doctor said, sitting back on the pavement and squinting at the wall.
"Well, stranger things have happened," she said, and he glanced at her with a startled grin.
"That's an excellent point, Jo," he said, and leaned forward to hold his hand just above the surface of the wall. "Doesn't feel too hot," he said, and touched it tentatively. "No, just a little warm."
Jo raised her hand to touch the wall as well, and suddenly there was a quiet creaking and groaning, and the patch of wall swung inwards with a tortuous screech. They both jumped.
"Well," the Doctor said, and they grinned ruefully at each other. "I think we may have found our means of entry."
Jo peered through the hole; it was dark, but the area looked as though it had escaped the blaze relatively unscathed. The Doctor reached past her with a torch he'd produced from his pocket, and a long corridor flickered into light.
"It's not even singed!" Jo gasped. She ducked through the hole to peer up at the ceiling, but it too appeared sound, totally undamaged despite the soot-marks on the walls outside.
The Doctor stepped through the hole behind her, shone his torch at the walls, at the immaculate ceiling. "That's impossible," he said. "The roof of this part of the building is collapsing; this should be wreckage."
Jo touched the wall; it was cool beneath her fingers. "But it isn't, is it?"
He was frowning. "This is too convenient," he said. "Look how it takes a turn up ahead; it must lead straight to the office buildings."
Peering into the darkness, Jo realised that the Doctor's torchlight seemed to be swallowed up by the blackness ahead. "You think it's an escape route?"
"I think," he said, and hesitated. "I think we should tell the Brigadier about this. Come on."
They turned, and Jo heard a creak that at first she took for the strange little door back to the outside world, and for a moment she had a terrified image of them trapped inside as the building fell around them, but the circle of light at the end of the corridor was still intact.
The Doctor stopped moving at the noise, and Jo froze next to him, staring back the way they'd come. "Doctor!" she gasped.
He spun round; the walls and ceiling rippled in the torchlight, the solid stone unfurling in waves like a windswept plain. "Jo," said the Doctor, "Jo, we have to get out of here."
She didn't need telling twice; the end of the corridor had stopped rippling, and suddenly it all looked rather more like she'd expected, with the pristine corridor disappearing in favour of scorch-marks on the walls, and the ceiling looked blacker, and there was a terrible creaking again-
A massive chunk of concrete struck the ground right in front of them, and Jo cried out. The Doctor grabbed her arm from behind, pulled her out of the way of a burning beam, and she was suddenly aware that the air was thick with smoke, but it was the heat more than anything that was keeping her from breathing-
Choking, trying to keep her feet on the ground as the Doctor pulled her through the wreckage, Jo caught sight of a toppling plate of metal, its edges wickedly sharp and glowing in the heat. Without thinking, she threw herself at the Doctor, tripped him up, and they both crashed to the ground as the massive steel plating collapsed.
For a moment she was trying so hard to breathe after the fall that nothing else registered, just the throbbing of her heart in her ears, the terrible burning in her mouth and nose and throat and chest.
She coughed hard, huddled against the heat, and suddenly she could hear shouts from only a few feet away, from the outside, and then she realised that the Doctor's grip on her arm had slackened and she was turning, turning-
His face was pale, and he was silent and still, unconscious or worse, and there was blood all down her arm and she wasn't sure whether it was hers or his, and she couldn't catch her breath, and she couldn't breathe, she couldn't-
Strong arms grabbed her, pulled her away, and she fought them because they were taking her further from him, and he was hurt-
She twisted, and a hand tightened round her arm, and she couldn't quite bite back a cry of pain, and then she was falling and all she could see was the Doctor's crumpled form, a smudge of darkness in the burning.
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Date: 2008-02-04 02:18 am (UTC)Eek!
and
SQUEE!
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 02:32 am (UTC)And Jo should definitely get a medal, I think.
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 06:42 am (UTC)Bwah! Very Three. Very any of him, actually. And very Jo into the bargain!
Fantastic opening; the way the humorous and mundane suddenly goes horrific is perfect for Who, and especially for the Exile period. And Three's rather callous sulking is spot-on. Plus! Motile stone, and who doesn't like that?
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:29 pm (UTC)Ooh, thanks! :D It's making the transition back that it's a bit tricky.
I'm really glad you're enjoying this fic! It's been fun to write.
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 05:30 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 05:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comments! :D
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Date: 2008-02-04 12:19 pm (UTC)And the fic is great. It's just absolutely everything I love about season 8. Adventure and Three and Jo!cuteness and Mike (I love Mike) and UNIT awesomeness. (Well there's no Master (yet), but apart from him there's everything. Except quarries. More quarries!)
And this cliffhanger will be the death of me.
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:31 pm (UTC)The final chapter should be posted sometime today - thanks so much for your comments! :D
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Date: 2008-02-09 06:57 pm (UTC)(I love your icon, by the way.)
I really can't wait! Eee!
(I'll mention this fic in my next rec post, which should be some time soon.)
(By the way, do you mind if I friend you? You don't have to friend me, because my LJ is mostly in French, but I'd like to keep an eye on your fics. Because they're so awesome!)
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Date: 2008-02-09 07:07 pm (UTC)Isn't he just? I'm rewatching the Third Doctor's era now, and he's really standing out. And yes, I'm definitely feeling the Jo/Mike shippiness!
I'll mention this fic in my next rec post, which should be some time soon.
Aw, thank you! I'm gonna be cross-posting like crazy for the last chapter, just to see if I can flush a few more Three fans out of hiding. ;)
You don't have to friend me, because my LJ is mostly in French
Ooh, don't mind a bit! And I'll be friending right back, if that's all right - I love meeting fellow Who fans, and as it happens I'm technically fluent in French! (and I visited Strasbourg briefly about four years ago - beautiful place)
I'm afraid I'll probably be spamming your f-list a bit - I've been keeping to my challenge to post a fic/chapter for every day of 2008, so that's at least one post per day (if I'm not feeling wordy). But if that's all right, welcome aboard! :D
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Date: 2008-02-09 08:41 pm (UTC)Aw, thank you! I'm gonna be cross-posting like crazy for the last chapter, just to see if I can flush a few more Three fans out of hiding. ;)
I can't guarantee you you'll get a lot of readers from me, not many people from my f-list watch classic!who, but still. And I know I'll get you at least ONE reader. Which is already something. ...right?
I'm afraid I'll probably be spamming your f-list a bit
I don't mind the least bit! I love reading posts on my f-list! And I love fic. So yay fics!
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Date: 2008-02-09 08:48 pm (UTC)Well, now that you're on the f-list, allow me to nudge you over to this post (http://eponymous-rose.livejournal.com/99225.html#cutid1)? :D
I need a Mike!icon, but I can't seem to find any decent screencap.
Ooh, I could use one as well, come to think of it. I'll take a look around, keep an eye out.
And I know I'll get you at least ONE reader. Which is already something. ...right?
*grins* No, that's awesome! I love getting feedback.
And yay fics, indeed!
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Date: 2008-02-04 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 05:32 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment!