My sadly long overdue masterlist that I swear I will keep track of. Almost. Maybe. :D

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This fic was supposed to be my Springtime entry for TTU, except I got completely sidetracked and eventually my only connection to the springtime theme seemed to be "babies come in springtime; I like babies; babies are good." Yeah. That happened.

So with a couple quick revisions, I thus toss this one to the fixathon and fauxkaren's prompt about TenII and Rose babysitting Tony. This fits into my 'verse The Domestic Approach, in the gap between the "before" and "after" sections of Ever After, as Rose is pregnant with Sarah. (Doesn't matter at all if you've read the 'verse, though!) Just a bit of shameless fluff!

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"Until We Meet Again" took first place in its challenge at who_contest! I'd really like to thank everyone who read and voted. :) And just look at the banner:

Am I the only one who doesn't like the new LJ cut thing actually being a pair of scissors? I miss the parentheses. They were cleaner.

i will show you fear in a handful of dust, 9/Rose, T (some violence)

“You.” He says it again, rougher, wrenches her wrist violently. She tries to pull away, stammering out a demand for an explanation, but he pulls her roughly against him. “You killed me.”, 1,235

A/N: I'm hoping all of you will get what's going on with this one (being vaguer than I'd like to preserve some ~surprise), but should you end up hopelessly lost as to what's the deal with the planet, ask me and I will be happy to enlighten you. :) Also, I absolutely do not own T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land". Well, I own an anthology containing it. But that's all. And bonus points if you remember Rourke from some of my other fics!

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For those who might wish to take advantage of it, my masterlist has been redone and reorganized; heretofore, it was a big mess thanks to the "Livejournal, what the hell have you done to our formatting" debacle of 2011. It hadn't been updated since at least June, so it needed a good going-over! :)

ETA: Forgot to mention that stories with mature content have been appropriately marked. It's rare that I write it, but I know some readers prefer not to stumble into smut or pieces like the ones I've written involving domestic abuse, so I made sure to mark what stories I had to!

And to those of you who gave me prompts, I'm hoping to get started on those in a week or two! As of now I'm orchestrating a return to then_theres_us!

Title: Until We Meet Again
Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: 11, Jack, Rose; hints of Jack's feelings for both
Word Count: 400
Rating: T-ish
Warnings: Spoilers (kinda) through "Closing Time" for DW and through "Fragments" for Torchwood.
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I steal them from time to time, like the Doctor stole the TARDIS.
Summary: “Been a while.” He says it casually. Tries not to let the betrayal, the latent anger, creep into his tone. He can’t be angry, though. Not at them.
Notes: Okay. Timelines. 2000. For Jack, this is pre-"Utopia", and plays off his line about visiting Rose during her childhood (I know he said 1990s, but I won't tell if you won't). For the Doctor, this is one hundred years into the farewell tour that ends in "Closing Time".

This idea has been eating me alive for a while and I'm grateful to finally have it down. I also owe a serious debt to the fic that turned me onto this concept, tvconnoisseur's brilliant, tear-jerking, utterly perfect My Days in the Sun. What I can do here is nothing compared to what she did there. This is written for who_contest's Drabble Challenge #11 (prompt: last).

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Title: Of Chips and Charles Dickens
Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten (John Smith)/Rose; Rose/Donna and Jack/Ten friendship
Word Count: 997
Rating: T (to be safe)
Warnings: None!
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I steal them from time to time, like the Doctor stole the TARDIS.
Summary: AU. “She seems like she could be your type, Doc. Blonde. All smiles. Up for anything. And so help me God, you are going to have one night away from your books, because the boys at Torchwood’ve got a bet going that you wouldn’t show interest in a woman if she threw herself at you, and I’ve got a lot of money riding on the opposite. So I’m doing the throwing.”
Notes: I'm not sure where to start. I wrote this months ago as part of the AUs challenge for a round at doctor_rose_las and always had plans to expand it, but haven't quite gotten there yet. (It also received two positive votes and some marvelous feedback in that round; to my anonymous champions, thank you!!) The idea was to have each chapter play off of a certain letter until I reached the end of the alphabet; this was meant to be Chapter 3.

I don't quite know if I'm ever going to get to writing the full fic, but since my next piece for who_contest is set in this 'verse, I thought it would help to finally publish this one officially on my own journal. I know, it's a cliche AU idea (university; how boring!), but I wanted to try my hand at another entirely human, non-scifi idea while still keeping the characters essentially the same, if a bit fluffier.

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So there's a meme going around where you list all your fics that have been titled after a song title or lyrics from a song, and I do this so much it's ridiculous. I kind of wanted to throw a list together just to have one! Reverse order because I'm too lazy to start from the last page and go forwards!

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All of you should do this one if you've got fics of your own titled after songs or lyrics--I'd love to see your lists! :D

Title: Hell to Pay
Fandom(s): White Collar
Pairing/Characters: Neal, Peter, and Elizabeth [family]
Word Count: 1,930
Rating: PG-13 (thematic material)
Warnings: Mentions of injury from a gunshot wound; some violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I just borrow them.
Summary: He doesn’t like guns, though he feels using one would be only fair. One almost took Peter’s life away; another would surely be sufficient to put the man who’d shot Peter in the morgue. An eye for an eye. A bullet for another.
Notes: Written in the dead of last night for a comment_fic Lonely Prompt: White Collar, Neal Caffrey, The suspect put Peter in the hospital and Neal won't stop until he finds him and puts him in the morgue. Thanks, as ever, to my friend Caitlin for looking this one over to assauge my doubts, and for telling me she hated me but for forgiving me anyway.

No spoilers as long as you've seen through "Payback" (Episode 2x14).

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Title: For Blue Skies
Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Pairing: 10/Rose
Word Count: 500
Rating: K
Warnings: None!
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I just borrow them.
Summary: “What about you, Doctor? What the hell are you changin' into?” [...] The past and future words that echo in his head and spur him back, back, back…
Notes: Written for who_contest's Drabble Challenge #9 (theme: forbidden). The inevitable post-"The Waters of Mars" fic that I'm sure is a rite of passage for every Doctor/Rose writer.

Title and epigraph are from Strays Don't Sleep's truly gorgeous "For Blue Skies"; if you'd like to give it a listen, have at it! All credit goes to the proper owners; I make no claim to anything.

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