Fictitious Endeavours

I see a lot of people are posting a year in review of their fics. Well, I may or may not do that because I can't cope with archives and word counts at the moment.

But what I do have a lot of is WIP. WIP I'd love to get out of my WIP folder. So what I will do is tease with a few fragments of fragments. ;) Maybe I'll get the motivation to do something with them finally.




I. Working Title: One Thousand Cranes

A little Rose/Ten ficlet for never_ever_will a section from the middle (just to be mean. ;) )

"So are you going to try this or not?"

The expression was gone, smoothed over as always. She was at loss for a moment then she quickly picked up a sheet of paper and carefully copied his motions.

Somehow, laying next to him watching his hands as he worked the origami, looking calm and assured despite his unashamed nudity, seemed perfectly natural. It would have been unthinkable with anyone else she'd been with, but not him. She smiled a little despite herself.

"So what do think I should wish for?" she asked him, mostly for something to say.

He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "Your wish."

II. Untitled, Radical Rose/Ten AU

This one seems DOA, sadly though I'd love to finish it. I can't see an ending point. And that's deadly when my fic is concerned.

"Nice to meet you, Rose Tyler," he said formally. "I'm John Smith. Though...." He hesitated a moment. "You can call me "Doctor" if you like. A lot of people do."

She frowned a bit at that.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Why do they call you that?"

"Wellll." He swiped at the back of his neck, self-consciously. "Because I am one. Several times over actually."

"Not the medical type, I'm guessing."

"Uh, no. Physics, comparative literature, linguistics and soon to be philosophy - if I ever get this dissertation finished."

"Wow."

He grinned widely.

"Oh, it's nothing really. I just get bored."

She was astonished by his casual attitude.

"When I get bored, I read trashy novels."

His eyes widened in delight.

"Oh? Do tell," he said in a low, enthralled voice.

She could have melted right there.

III Working Title: When You're Gone Away

Ten/Rose reunion!fic AU post SE

Where I reveal my penchant for song fic. One of many WIP based on Amy Lee songs. Why I should never ponder DW and listen to emo rock. (The previous fic in this list was inspired by two songs. ;) ) Meant to be an angsty little not-totally-happy-ending reunion fic, where the wrap up sorta stumbled. This is the beginning.

The silence is oppressive, heavy with the weight of things never said. It's never the noise and chaos of war that breaks you. But the deadly silence that follows. The empty and broken spaces, devoid of the life that made them home. White walls in white rooms full of dust that feels like ashes on his skin.

He walks slowly, quietly, hushing his footsteps, afraid to hear the sound that would make this real. If he lets himself feel right now, he would shatter like the glass wall he broke not so long ago. Or like the universes if he followed his heart's desire. Foreshadowing and irony, he decides, are better left to books.

That's all for now. I have many others but, reading them through, I decided they were all crap and I won't post them. :P