Ten Little Chances to be Free

Title: Never-were
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eight, Ten
Rating: PG-13 by implication? I don't know.
Notes: This will make very little sense if you haven’t read a particular Gaiman short story; if you have... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. (There's now a link to the story in the comments.)

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Whatever the Doctor had expected to find in the temporal eddy of his first Time War mission, it wasn't this:

Inside the TARDIS doors was an organic, subterranean-looking hell where his console room had been. The being inside had the face of a young man, but his eyes were the all-devouring eyes of a demon, timeless and cruel. He slammed the doors shut with a snap of his fingers the instant the Doctor stepped over the threshold; they locked behind him, and somewhere in the greenish-black depths of the TARDIS the cloister bell began to toll.

The other tied the Doctor to a coral strut with strips torn from a battered orange spacesuit, strips that left streaks of rusty Martian grime on his wrists and ankles and across his mouth. His movements were eerily calm, his mouth a grim line, but his eyes were the worst part: they stared into the Doctor with perfect understanding and not the slightest trace of compassion. The first icy suspicion of the truth began to creep up the Doctor's spine; perhaps that was why he didn't resist.

The demon nodded and smiled a dead smile. "Time," it said, "is fluid here."

Annoyance of the day: having a really good song stuck in your head to the point where you start hating it.

Also, I am indeed cranky tonight, as well as slightly inebriated and in need of a Frenchboy to snuggle. (Porny drabbles might also do in a pinch.)

Maybe I should just go to bed.

Edit: Or maybe I should ( lead by example on the porny drabble front? )

"Get back, you bastards! Take your pins and needles back home! You think I'm not used to having my blood drawn?"

"Joly," Bossuet remarked, out of breath as he cut down another assailant, "you have another wound on your arm."

"A pinprick!" Joly cried. "One barely feels such things when one is in the prime of health."

"Weren't you just telling me the other day that the balance of your humours was irreparably upset, and that you were sure to die within the week?"

"Nonsense! I only needed to get my blood moving, and I--"

A blast of the cannon drowned him out, and they both fell in the storm of grapeshot.

Shortly after the neighbors first began calling Cosette the Lark, Eponine and Azelma found a new game. One day Cosette approached the Thénardiess, trembling and cradling one hand.  Her pinky was broken.

"Madame... Ponine and Zelma... I know they were just playing, but it will interfere with my work!"

"Go back to the dishes, brat.  Serves you right for annoying them."

Cosette returned to her work, sobbing.  Barely ten minutes had elapsed when Eponine and Azelma skipped downstairs and began to pull her hair viciously, singing with the innocent obliviousness of children playing.

"Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai!"

Fun with the Les Mis Improv Generator!

( Combeferre; blackness, clench; 2 minutes )

( Enjolras/Eponine; simper, invisible; 10 minutes )

[...did I go there? YEAH, I WENT THERE. Is your brain broken yet?]

Comment on this post to request a drabble-fic (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal. Post the fandoms you're willing to write for.

Fandoms: Les Mis, Star Wars, Phantom of the Opera, Harry Potter, V for Vendetta, French revolution, His Dark Materials

Enjolras/Combeferre and Enjolras/Courfeyrac. Rated R.

( Courfeyrac is not easily rendered speechless )

Her mother would tell them fairy tales when they were little, some traditional and some stripped-down versions of the romances she immersed herself in. How often had the girls dreamed of being plucked from their mean beginnings (ignoring the servant-child quivering by the ashes of the fire) by a prince, rescued from some imagined peril (they always thought of dragons, never fever or hunger or the stiffness of Cosette's limbs when she'd been out in the cold too long) by a handsome knight?

Eponine never wondered what Cinderella's stepsisters felt like when they saw her ride away with her prince.