john_amend_all

For primsong, Two rejecting Romana:

The silver leaves were falling as they walked to the Citadel.

"Off again?" Jamie asked. "Where are they sending us this time?"

"Patrellas Four. I hope you've brought a warm coat: it's an ice world."

A little girl ran up to them.

"Can I come?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," the Doctor said, crouching down beside her. "You're much too young to go adventuring."

"I'm thirty-eight next birthday!" the child protested. "I want to come with you! I want to see another world!"

"Och, she's spoilt rotten," Jamie said.

The Doctor patted her on the head. "Maybe when you're older."

For lost_spook, Penelope Pitstop tackles Knightmare:

Dungeoneers were a familiar sight to Skarkill, but he hadn't seen one before who was flat, whichever way you looked at her. Or who wore goggles on top of that unwieldy horned helmet they all had.

"So," he said, walking round her, trying to work out what had happened to her third dimension. "You got any gold or silver for me?"

"Why, I declare, I haven't a thing."

"Then you're coming with me, my lovely. In chains!"

"Oh! Help! Help!"

His later report that seven diminutive gangsters had rescued the girl was entirely true. Unfortunately, it didn't convince Lord Fear.

And as it turned out I couldn't resist the Sam/Jamie one either.

By the time the Doctor caught up with his companions, Jamie was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts bright enough to be seen from orbit, and a hangdog expression; while Samantha had acquired Jamie's normal clothes, and green highlights to her hair.

"Yeah, we're fine," she began, before the Doctor could speak. "Thanks for asking. Just spent the last three days on the run from evil killer robot fridges with five blitzed students and a piglet, but everything's okay. Really."

Jamie coughed, and nudged her.

"Oh. And we might have got married." She looked at the Doctor's expression. "Well, a bit."