spankerella requested Ten/Harry Potter ‘verse, with a wand/sonic screwdriver mix-up. Be careful what you ask for.
“My screwdriver brings all the wizards to the yard.
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it’s better than yours.
I could be a teacher
But I have to charge it.”
The Doctor paused and glared round the DADA classroom. “Weasley!” he snarled, “When did your brothers get hold of my sonic screwdriver?”
Ron blanched as the Doctor waved the singing wand under his nose. “No idea, sir” he spluttered.
The Doctor slammed what had once pretended to be his screwdriver down on the table and glowered at it. “This could do with being a little less sonic!”
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tthjinni requested Ten/Rose and an apron. I liked it so much, I wrote it twice.
Rose woke up to the smell of frying bacon. Padding from the TARDIS bedroom, she pulled on a long t-shirt and followed the aroma.
“I didn’t even know the TARDIS had a kitchen,” she observed from the doorway. The Doctor flashed her a quick grin before turning back round to continue cooking.
Rose stared in appreciation. Naked like her when he’d woken up, all the Doctor had bothered putting on was the apron to protect himself.
“How do you like your eggs in the morning, Rose?” he asked.
“Fertilised,” she whispered, unthinking, lost in the sight of those perfect buttocks.
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helenkacan requested Sam/Teal’c. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ve seen that episode, so here’s my best guess.
Teal’c was her rock.
Reliable, solid and strong, impassive and as silent as the hills when she needed him to be. She clung to him for strength, and unselfishly he gave it. Every now and then, she just needed to rest her head against his massive chest, and rest for a moment.
Then she looked at him. Really looked at him. Flashes of potential futures cascaded through her mind, shards of thought fluttering through. Teal’c as her lover, Teal’c and her in a shower laughing, peaceful home lives together.
Colonel Samantha Carter never acted on any of these.
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jedibuttercup requested Daniel meets Batman. Holy heck….
Night in Gotham City, and Daniel was hanging upside down from a gargoyle. Maybe Jack was starting to have a point when he wanted him to wear a GPS at all times….
The caped figure below him finished going through his briefcase and casually threw it over the side, causing highly classified papers to go fluttering everywhere. Daniel winced some more.
“Trust me on this, Dr Jackson,” said Batman, “There are not now, nor will there ever be any Go’auld in Gotham City,” and promptly disappeared from view.
Resigned, Daniel sagged into the ropes.
Jack was going to kill him.