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Title: New Technology
Characters: Leela, Four
Rating: K+
Prompt: “What is that?”

New Technology

“What is that?”
”This?”

The Doctor stared boggle-eyed at Leela who was staring adamantly at the sonic screwdriver he held confidently before them. Her eyes traced it warily as he swung it into her. She took a step back, before privately admonishing herself for being so terribly jumpy. Worse than a Tesh!

“Yes. Is it your weapon?”
”No, no, no, no.” He grinned. “This is my sonic screwdriver.”

“What is it for?”
”Oh many things, Leela. It is very useful.”
”But not a weapon?”
”No.”
”That is stupid, then.” She declared. “A warrior should never be unarmed.”

The Doctor shook his head. This was going to be a long learning process.

Title: Holding Hands
Characters: Romana/Ten
Rating: K+
Prompts: Ice, Fingers

Holding Hands

Her hands were cold, almost unnatural. It had been so long since he had last held another Time Lord’s hands. As her fingers slipped delicately between his, it felt like shards of ice pierced his skin painfully. He had adjusted to those human hands, the warmth caressing his aching limbs, almost feeding him in a way. Was it his turn to give some nourishment back?

“Your hands are awfully cold, Romana.” He whispered, before he could stop himself.

“Are they?” She paused, and disentangled her fingers to glance at them. “Are you quite sure? They seem fine to me.”

Title: Disapproval
Characters: Leela, Four
Rating: K+
Prompts: Envelope, Pantomime

Disapproval

“What is this?”

Leela wafted the envelope under the Doctor’s nose as he fiddled with the TARDIS controls.

“A gift. For you. Go on, open it.”

She unsheathed her knife and drew it along the gummed edge carefully. Seconds later, two pieces of cardboard sat neatly in her hand.

“Tickets!” He grinned. “For the pantomime.”
”Pan-to-mime?”
”Yes, now go get changed.”

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“I do not approve of this pan-to-mime. These men are stupid.” Leela stated. “And this Peter, he could fight far more effectively.”
”I thought you’d like it.” The Doctor whined, sinking further into his chair.

“I do not.” She declared. “And I do not like these clothes either.”

Title: Explosive Combinations
Characters: Leela/Ace
Rating: T
Prompt: Fireball
Notes: Takes place after ‘Gallifrey: Panacea’

Explosive Combinations

“Wicked.” Breathed Ace.

The fireball threw up ashes and smoke into the sky, just as it had always intended to do so. It would take a few hours at least for it to clear and the extent of the damage to be revealed, so she turned her attention to packing away her remaining precious cans of Nitro-9.

“That explosion, it sounded- and smelt- good. How many Daleks did you take out?”

Ace jumped.

“How didn’t you see? Three of ‘em.”
”I am blind.”

“Who’re you?”
”I am Leela.”

“Ace.”
”I would like to come with you, Ace.” Leela smiled wryly. “Especially if there will be more… explosions like that.”

Title: Marmite
Rating: K
Characters: Four, Romana
Prompts: Toast, Marmite, ‘Are you sure about this?’

Marmite

“Are you sure about this?” Romana whispered.
“Yes, go on, you won’t regret it.”

Apprehensively, she picked up the piece of toast that the Doctor had lavishly smeared with Marmite. Taking a precautionary sniff, she almost threw it down before even tasting it.

“What’s wrong?”
“It’s predominantly yeast extract.” She stated. “To a lesser extent, sodium chloride, niacin, riboflavin, folic acid, celery extract… how exactly can this stuff be… nice?”
“Nice?” The Doctor looked aghast, “Romana, it’s not just nice. Look, just try it.”

Reluctantly, she bit, before spitting it out in a rather undignified fashion.

“Maybe it’s just an acquired taste?”

Title: Anomaly
Rating: T
Characters: Martha/Romana
Prompts: Stethoscope

Anomaly

Martha fingered her stethoscope, double checking for any faults in her equipment. She had been quick to disregard the hospital’s own data as anomalous, and the young UNIT medical advisor was slowly gathering her own. How could the young blonde have a dual heartbeat? And her skin temperature was about the same as the Doctor’s. But he was the last one. He knew.

“Hello.”

Martha started as her patient addressed her.

“Who are you?”
”Romana. What’s wrong with your stethoscope, Doctor…” Romana paused to read her name tag. “Martha Jones.”

“Nothing… I think I have to call a friend. A Doctor.”
”A Doctor, or the Doctor? Do you have to? He can be terribly stupid.”

Martha smiled. She had a feeling she was going to like Romana a lot.

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