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Prompt me. Any fandom listed in my tags - crossovers also taken - any characters or pairing. No promises, but I keep wanting to write something, and not being quite sure what.

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From:

unfeathered

Doctor/Master - lifeblood

(Yes, I know I always ask everybody for Doctor/Master, but not enough of my flist write it! *g* Yell if you want a different prompt.)

From:

morgynleri

Quick and dirty.

Title: Inevitable
AU: Fairytales and Nightmares

Koschei dragged the Doctor back into the TARDIS backwards, bringing the gun draped over his shoulder around to bear on the approaching Daleks, firing at the nearest one as he shouted at the girl at the controls to get them out of there. The doors slammed shut as the engines roared to life, and he tossed the gun away, whirling to kneel next to the Doctor.

"Hold on, damnit, Theta." He pressed one hand to the gash across the Doctor's chest, grimacing at the amount of blood. Too much, dark, rich, red. Heart's blood pumping away with each beat of his hearts. "Don't you die on me, and don't you regenerate, we can't afford to have you loose it now."

The Doctor let outa harsh, bubbling chuckle, red-flecked froth speckling his lips. "Can't stop it, Koschei. 'S too late."

"The hell it is." Koschei gritted his teeth, looking up long enough to meet the terrified eyes of the young woman - a child, barely out of the Academy, what was she doing fighting? - and bark out a command for her to bring him the emergency medical kit from under the captain's chair. "And get the med bay ready!"

"Yes, sir." She nodded, the fear shuttering back behind the mask they all learned to dredge up, or they ended up dead. The medical kit had barely been set beside him before she was gone again, feet quiet on the grillwork of the console room.

"Koschei, leave it." The Doctor reached up to shove at him weakly, golden light already creeping under his skin. "It's time."

"Theta."

"Go!" The Doctor dredged up the strength to shove him away, to pull himself to his feet and stumble to the far side of the central column before light erupted from beneath his skin, crackling and changing every cell in his body. Renewal and change.

Koschei gritted his teeth, ignoring the stab of pain from the brightness of the light. Watched the Doctor regenerate, his blood still wet on his hands from trying to stop the inevitable. Mourned what was, and wondered what would be next.

From:

unfeathered

Mmmm. Lovely! (Well, apart from all the blood. I don't like blood. Why did I give that prompt? *g*)

I like Time War stuff. :-)

From:

unfeathered

Okay, prompt #2:

Angel(us)/Spike - hot and dirty (and you can read that any way you like *g*).

From:

morgynleri

Title: Deadline
No particular AU.

They didn't speak as they circled each other, gazes locked, two apex predators just waiting for the other to make a wrong move. A flash of reflected light, a blur of action and reaction as they clashed and separated once more.

"Time."

The voice carried on the still air, and the two turned almost as one to glare at the figure leaning against the wall.

"Seriously, guys, time. If we don't leave now, we're going to miss that portal, and then you have another four hundred years before you can go try and send the bitchy one home."

Spike snorted, and reached for his coat, the tension broken. "Yeah." He slid a sideways look at Angel. "Don't get me wrong, Angel, but this ain't my idea of a honeymoon."

"Yeah, love you too, Spike." Angel rolled his eyes, jogging a bit to take the lead. "Do you know how annoying you get after four centuries?"

"Me?" Spike caught up to him, giving him an annoyed look. "Look who's talking, Mr. Broodypants."

"Broodypants?"

"I'm not feeling creative. Sue me."

"Boys, boys! Deadline here. I'd like not to tell my grandkids how the two vampires failed to stop an apocalypse because they were too busy insulting each other, so if we could move?"

Spike and Angel shared a look. "She really does take after her grandmother."

"Great-grandmother." Angel glanced back at the blonde. "Even almost looks like her."

Spike shrugged, picking up the pace a bit. "Yeah. Except for the whole 'not really human' bit."

"Except for that." Angel nudged Spike with his shoulder, the two nearly running as they made their way to the portal just beginning to shimmer into existance.