Threads of Time, Part 3/?

A/N: And now… Nine arrives. Yes, he’s ditched the leather jacket. Come on… He’s like two weeks from being due, there’s no way he’d fit into that damn thing. Notice I have chosen to have him wear a full great Kilt. ‘Cuz I think he’d look fine in one… and … And I just keep seeing him in one here. so meh.

Um… PS. Following this post is a comment about my take on Time Lord ‘bits’ and what might make them that way. It also goes into what makes the Doctor different, and why. If you don’t want to read it fine, but it goes into the mental stuff about what I’m thinking when I write the more explicit stuff. It’s this post (please don’t click if you are offended by biology and taboo areas of the body, OK?)

Doctor Who and the Threads of Time
Part three: Serenity, Docking at St Albans Space Bazaar, Wild Space/Alliance Fringe, Late ‘October’, 2518.

This was the second time this cycle that Malcolm Reynolds had directed his pilot to bring them here. The first time had been a standard stop, picking up and dropping off mail. This time was a bit of a surprise, meaning they hadn’t planned on it and likely they wouldn’t make back to the Core anytime soon with as far out in the black as they were now. Reavers would be moving between Saint Albans and Blue Sun if the pattern held from years past. The Captain contended that it didn’t matter, they’d sit tight here or trust Jon and venture closer to Company space if they needed. But Serenity was slow, and Wash knew that if Rychengoll pirates too a shine to it they’d be wishing they’d risked the Reavers instead.

He wished they had Rich with them still. Then again, so did Jon. He felt for the man, really he did. This entire thing must be incredibly difficult for him, seeing as he was going to go into labor at any time and his husband was missing. The tall pale fellow had stopped trying to hide his condition after he’d nearly killed Jayne three months back after his contact, William Johns, had insisted that he could find out where “Riddick” was being held, even if the records were fifty-seven years old. Jayne had invited it, alluding that the man was getting soft (Cobb never was too bright after all, thinking that the weight gain was nothing more than fat) after his husband ‘ran off’. Hell, he was surprised that Mal hadn’t flushed the gun-for-hire out the airlock. Since then, Jayne had displayed a healthy dose of fear in Jon, as much as he’d done around Rich or Mal, and was holding good to watching his tongue.

Threads of Time, Part 2/?

A/N: This is what happens when Romana convinces Verity to send “the best version to help” if things go all wrong and the TARDIS chooses the Doctor’s Sixth incarnation. Um… Define “Best”. Verity gets her bond a lifetime sooner than she should, because Two realizes that no matter what the Time Lords won’t take his ship from him. Did I mention that Jamie’s in the room? Um… Gee I wonder why they are late.
*Blinks innocently*
Chapter contains mention of naughty bits, Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) phrases, and three-way smut.
What? Jamie’s special… I’ll provide translations if needed although it should be pretty clear what Jamie’s saying.

Doctor Who and the Threads of Time
Part Two: The Second Doctor’s TARDIS, post “The Two Doctors”

He was just inside the door, trembling like he’d run a mile, all his muscles firing off in skittering jolts of static. Hot and cold waves of sensation, making him aware of every inch of himself. Very aware that they were alone, but not. The piper could feel the TARDIS, her pain and confusion, under the sense of welcome and greeting. She was like an abused dog, loyal and faithful and loving, but so beat back that she cowered and tried to hide her whimpers. The contrast to the older version which was headstrong and motherly was remarkable. Jamie wanted to heal that damaged relationship between Thete and his ship but he had no idea how to go about it. And there was something inside him demanding intense physical contact, right now.

The Scotsman swallowed, watched his Thete at the controls, and struggled with an odd mixture of overwhelming need and absolute horror at his memories of how he acted the last time he felt this way. The combination more or less froze him at the door, keeping him from acting one way or the other. He felt like he had a raging beast that he could not control pounding against his ribs, wanting out. It was just overwhelming. He’d been told not to give in to this here, but damn it all, he didn’t think he could make it much longer. They should have stayed at that house and gone into one of the bedrooms and taken care of this first. Surely Thete felt this too. What had made him flee so recklessly into the Vortex when they had a perfectly safe place to deal with this where they were? Was it his older self that made him run?

Threads of Time, Part 1/?

A/N: What am I doing? Getting bit by another rabid plot bunny…  but it does fit with the story, honest. This is set a good 19 months after Nine sets foot on Serenity. He’s VERY pregnant.  And right after Two and Jamie leave Seville Spain.  As such this bit has spoilers for, well, everything else I’ve written. If you get lost then make sure you’ve read All About the Doctor and Jamie, Great Eclipse, Ties that Bind,  and Tangled Web at the very least. All can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1039926/GM_Andy. I’ll continue posting Adult versions here too. – I’m posting this here because it is just a bit out of the story line on FF.net and I’ll post it there when I get Nine caught up.

Doctor Who and the Threads of Time
Part one: St Albans Space Bazaar, Wild Space/Alliance Fringe, Late ‘October’, 2518.

The Saint Albans Space Bazaar was a long glorified name for a smallish, half-rogue, cobbled together, mismatch of salvaged technology. It was spaceworthy, however, and that was the important part. It was a common stop for Sleeper ships, coming in from the Company side, particularly as many preferred to take local transit into Alliance space proper. It was safer than attempting the Blue Sun Oort cloud while still in Cryo. On the negative, it sat on a longer, more expensive route. This ran between Coalsack Three and Blue Sun, as opposed to the Tangiers-Conga-Scorpio-Blue Sun route. It avoided the majority of the mysterious region known as “Nixman’s Waste” by the local parlance. Since things like Reavers came from Nixman’s Waste on regular intervals, and ships seemed to get lost in there (it was rumored that the Hunter-Gratzner was the latest victim of the region after decades of successfully making the ghost run, rather a shame as the captain had been very well known), cheap wasn’t necessarily better.

The majority of travelers that came through the station were, typically, either on Hajj or trying to make a case with the Alliance for a homestead claim. Or they were fleeing the Alliance for more civil and tolerant parts. But the Majority wasn’t the all. Some folks came through right regular, choosing to live in the black, instead of making roots in soil. Amnon Duul, the postmaster and sometimes general go-to-fix-it guy had seen all types. He currently held majority ownership in the station (about fifty-three percent) and thus often called the place ‘my station’. None of the other titled parties really cared to call him on it.

Threads of Time

I’m working on the Jamie/two/nine/Soul-Web crossover thing.

Opening scene inspired pic behind the cut. I have a few pages done already, but am still trying to decide exactly how graphic to make the second scene between Jamie and Two wherein the TARDIS discovers exactly what ‘Fred” hinted at.

Note that this is a rough pic, no titles or quotes included.

And Now For Something Different…

If you are reading DW & the Great Eclipse and have not read my other stories on FF net then this following image might be a spoiler.

So… It’s behind the cut.

If you haven’t been interested in All About, which the the story that this image is made for then it likely won’t make much sense to you. Anyway… It’s for Chapter 9 of All About the Doctor and Jamie. I’ll have to eventually post said story here, I guess. But for now, it’s just the pic. You can read the story here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4163572/1/All_About_The_Doctor_and_Jamie

Like I’ve been saying… Blame Romana…

If I’m feeling in the mood I’ll make similar images for the other chapters too.