john_amend_all | My entries for the Companion Mash-Up Drabblethon

This entry contains the flash-fics I posted for the loves_them_all Companion Mash-Up Drabblethon.

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Title: The Very Secret Diary Of Zoe Heriot
Author: John Elliott
Characters: Rose Tyler; Zoe Heriot; Jamie McCrimmon
Rating: PG
Prompt: "What would have happened if Rose had traveled with Zoe and Jamie?" - from the introduction to the Drabblethon
Recipient: parrotfish
Word count: 165

Day 2. Still the cleverest. Rose can't even pronounce 'capacitor'. Corrected her and got called a 'stuck-up geek' for my pains. Must remember to make allowances for the primitive education system of her time.

Day 5. Today's Sudoku took 148 seconds (v. bad). Rose talked us into cooking for the other two. I hope she can cook, because I've never done it. Of course, she was over the moon to find there's something I can't do. Cookery can't be too hard, can it? Measuring quantities and following instructions - it should just be straightforward chemistry.

Day 6. I think I finally managed to get the ice broken with Rose. Somehow we also managed to break all the eggs, the mixing bowl, and the latch on the larder door. Jamie's expression when he came in to see what all the noise was... That reminds me. I'll have to warn Rose not to make eyes at the Doctor again. Jamie will kill her if she tries anything.

Title: The Tangled Web
Author: John Elliott
Characters: Martha Jones; Tegan Jovanka
Rating: PG
Prompt: Martha/Tegan/the mile high club
Recipient: parrotfish
Word count: 366

Martha bent over the unconscious bodies of the pilot and copilot.
"I've done all I can for now," she said.
"Will they be all right?" Tegan asked, not entirely managing to hide the worry in her voice.
"We should know in a few minutes. And while we're waiting, can I have a word with you?"
"What about?" Tegan's defensive tone suggested she already knew.
"Your cover story. I appreciate you didn't want to panic the other passengers, but pretending you were dragging me off for a quick sexual encounter? I mean, really."
"I had to say *something*," Tegan replied. "It was all I could think of - apart from little things like the crew being unconscious and the plane going to crash. And it worked."
"All you could think of?" Martha gave her a long cool look. "Freud would have a field day with you. Why did you have to call me that name?"
"What name?"
"'Honey-bunny'," Martha said disdainfully.
"You try coming up with something better on the spur of the moment!"
"Oh, I will, don't you worry."
Fortunately, at this point, the copilot's eyes flickered, and both women were instantly focused on the problem at hand. Martha checked the man's pulse.
"Don't try to move," she said. "You're going to be all right." She examined the pilot, and looked up at Tegan. "They're out of danger. I'll stay with them in case whatever that thing was comes back for another go."
"Thank you, Dr. Jones. You've probably saved all our lives."
"I couldn't have done it without you. If your blood type hadn't matched I'd have had to start testing the passengers, panic or no panic. And you'd better rest for a bit; I had to take more from you than I'd have liked."
Tegan clambered, rather groggily, to her feet.
"Thanks," she said. "But I've got to get out there and make sure everything's OK."
"Have it your own way. You know what they'll think, though, if they see you like that?"
Tegan, already in the doorway, turned sharply and had to clutch at the frame for support.
"What?"
"That I was too much woman for you to handle. See you later... Brighteyes."

Title: Constraints
Author: John Elliott
Characters: Zoe Heriot; Jo Grant
Rating: G
Prompt: Zoe/Jo/Escapology
Recipient: ligia_elena
Word count: 315

Zoe had to hand it to Jo. They'd been tied up and locked in this chest for what felt like hours. Yet somehow Jo had managed to retain her good temper, work indefatigably at getting their hands free and opening the lid, and keep Zoe amused with her chatter. Even the fact that Jo seemed to have spent most of the time wriggling about like a bag of snakes didn't seem to matter.

"Nearly got it..." Jo said, for what Zoe reckoned to be the fifteenth time so far. There was a metallic scraping noise, a click, and something poked Zoe in the stomach. "Sorry, was that you?"

"Well, yes," Zoe replied, unable to answer other than truthfully. "But it's all right."

The metallic noises resumed.

"I couldn't help noticing, you aren't wearing any perfume," Jo remarked, apparently apropos of nothing. She'd gone off on several of these tangents; Zoe still wasn't sure if they were a sign that she was concentrating, the result of a genuine interest in her, or just pure scatterbrainedness.

"No; you can't get it on a space station," she said out loud. "The costs of shipping it out of Earth's gravity well are prohibitive."

"You poor thing. No perfume, no wine, no flirting. What did you do in the evening? Knit?"

Zoe laughed. "Where would I have got the wool?"

"Then that settles it." Jo sounded determined. "I am going to get us out of here, and then we are going to sort these pirates out once and for all, and then we'll find somewhere..."

There was a very definite click, and the lid suddenly fell back with a crash. It seemed that this time, Jo really had got it.

"... that sells drinks," she continued, helping Zoe to her feet. "And then I shall personally introduce you, Zoe Heriot, to as many new experiences as I can think of."

Title: Consequences
Author: John Elliott
Characters: Zoe Heriot; Jo Grant
Rating: G
Prompt: Zoe/Jo/Escapology
Recipient: elliptic_eye
Note: Sequel to 'Constraints' above
Word count: 100

"Are you lassies feeling all right today?" Jamie asked with concern.

Zoe groaned, put a hand to her aching head, and leaned forward to rest on the table. She realised, just too late, that her elbow had gone into the porridge Jamie had given her. Not that she'd felt up to eating it, anyway.

"I was introducing her to new experiences," Jo explained wanly. She picked up a piece of toast, looked at it with no particular favour, and put it down again.

Jamie laughed, causing both women to wince.

"Let me guess," he said. "This one's called a hangover."

Title: A Battle Won
Author: John Elliott
Characters: Sarah Jane Smith; Jamie McCrimmon
Rating: G
Prompt: none
Word count: 266

The Redcoats were retreating. True, they were retreating in good order, and had inflicted terrible casualties on the local forces, but they hadn't succeeded in their mission. The road to Morristown remained firmly in American hands.

Sarah didn't know how long she'd been staring at the aftermath, unable to look away. She was suddenly conscious, though, that the grey-haired militia colonel was still beside her, and his arm was round her shoulders.

"Ye shouldnae be here, lass," he said tenderly.

"Neither should you," Sarah retorted. "Harry told you to rest, not go charging back to the battlefield. Anyway, I'm hardly the only woman here." She gestured at the field before her. Women from the town were searching among the bodies for fallen husbands or sons.

"I heard what he said. But my place is with my men. They're good lads." She still didn't turn, but for some reason she was sure he was looking at her. "And when I said you didnae belong here, I didnae just mean here. What year are you from?"

The cat, Sarah realised, was definitely out of the bag.

"1980. How did you know?"

"Two hundred years from now? Aye, that would fit. And as for how I know... Ye're no' the first lass from the future I've met. There are ways of telling, ye ken. The way ye walk, the words you use - but you really gave yourself away when you were cleaning my wound. You rolled your sleeves up."

She looked at him then, puzzled. "What's wrong with that?"

Jamie grinned back. "Nothing. Except you're wearing a wristwatch."

Title: A Simple 'Thank You' Would Have Been Enough
Author: John Elliott
Characters: Victoria Waterfield; Lucie Miller
Rating: G
Prompt: Lucie / Victoria / mud
Recipient: elliptic_eye
Word count: 166

[Scene: A salt marsh. Lucie Miller and Victoria Waterfield, covered with mud, are wading through it. Some way behind them, a yeti has bogged down and is struggling vainly to move.]

Victoria:
My dear Miss Miller, twice I owe you thanks:
Your courage has sustained me through this day,
And now your artifice has saved our lives;
For you devised the scheme to trap that beast
Luring it to the depths of this morass.
The price - the ruin of our clothes - is fair;
We live, and both our minds remain our own
(Besides, the wreck of garments such as yours
Can only be a triumph for good taste).
A harder task now lies ahead of us.
The yetis are but tools; the guiding mind
Lies yonder 'neath a pyramid of glass.
So hasten! We must bring about its fall,
Defeat th'Intelligence, and save us all.

Lucie:
You know what? Next time we have a dirty weekend, we're going to do it my way.

[Exeunt]

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