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Meme: WIP Title List

Yoinked from edenfalling: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

What I actually have is something I call a Plot Bunny Pen where I corral stories that haven't been written yet but that I want to write someday, and not all of them have real titles, just nicknames that I use in my own head. So I've added a short description of each.

Restricting myself just to my DW or TW fics, and including the handful of actual WIPs I'm still working on, we have the following list.

Ones with actual titles:
Hard Time (Support Stacie fic for Taffi)
Veritas in Fabula (OT3 Ficathon fic for Nightrider)
Wolf Pups (and the rest of the GP Universe)
Heat Tolerance, Timestamped (which might involve Donna)
Two Doctors, Timestamped (which will definitely involve Donna)
In Class (Passing Notes sequel, Jack joins them and tries to learn Gallifreyan)
Injury (TW - "Meat" rewrite)

Ones that just have nicknames:
CoE Drabble Series (what it says on the tin)
Five Crossover Conversations (what it says on the tin, includes Methos and Jack)
Fic For Wendy (vaguely based on prompts Wendy has posted at various separate times)
At Callahan's (Nine at Callahan's Place directly after the Time War, a crossover)
Jackie's Adventure (h/c, it's up to Jackie to help Ten rescue both Rose and himself)
Temporal Nausea (either with Nine or Ten, I can't seem to pick one to finish it with)
Time Tot (aka Honey I Shrunk Nine!, an h/c fic which also has dangerous levels of cute)
Dependent (bad!wrong YTNW fic that most likely won't ever see the light of day)
Entirely Too Much Like Arthur Dent (cracky ways Ten is eerily like Arthur Dent)
TV Ep Spoof (cracky spoof of a stereotypical ep of DW)
Fading Away (very vague OT3 story idea, notes for it consist of only the word "parasite")
Ten Out Of Ten (ten short fics in which Ten is in some way pulled out of his usual self)
A Different S1 Ending (a very contrived Dalek plot that probably wouldn't work)
Ten Goes Back to the Ood (h/c piece where Ten hides in the Ood song)
"Adam" Tag (TW - what it says on the tin, involves Ten showing up)
Aftermath Sequel (in which Sarah Jane confronts Jack and/or Martha)
Who He Used to Be (a vague idea in which Jack's past is explored)

If you want, you can ask for one story and I will post a line or two of the draft or outline.


( 13 comments — leave a comment )
Feb. 15th, 2011 08:38 am (UTC)
Post me a line or two from In Class?
Feb. 15th, 2011 05:49 pm (UTC)
I've got a Post-It designed already for this. Inside a typical base circle, Jack draws a crude stick figure in a hangman's noose, holding a "VOTE SAXON" sign. It's eyes are Xs, leaving no doubt the figure is supposed to be dead. He leaves this note for the Master, of course.

From my notes/outline: "Jack figured the Master would get the message, even if the syntax wasn't up to his exacting standards."

Master: [showing the Doctor Jack's note] "Doctor, your pet human has some issues."
Feb. 18th, 2011 12:26 pm (UTC)
*cackles* That sounds every bit as fun as Passing Notes! Jack's on the TARDIS with the Doctor and the Master, and he has issues? How could this be? His attempt at Gallifreyan is a work of brilliance! *goes back to laughing*
Feb. 15th, 2011 01:18 pm (UTC)
I'm thrilled to see that your CoE drabble series is in here! Any time you want encouragement or brainstorming help with that one, you know where to find me. It is brilliant and I want more.

The trouble is that I also want just about everything on that list! But this definitely intrigues me and makes me very happy:

Fic For Wendy (vaguely based on prompts Wendy has posted at various separate times)

Can I know more, please?
Feb. 15th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
Of course the CoE fic is on the list! I'll let you know when I'm back to working on it. :-D

The trouble with the fic currently named after you is that I don't even remember exactly what the prompts were. They were from one-off days when you'd posted requests for fic for various reasons. So the prompts were unrelated. Each time I'd start noodling around with the prompt and write a scene or two, but a complete story never coalesced so I never posted anything. Then somewhere along the way I started stitching them together into one single story. It still hasn't coalesced, mostly because I haven't had time to devote to it.

Here are two snippets from it. If they seem like they'd have to be from two completely different stories, that's the multiple unrelated prompts talking. The "stitching together" bits mostly haven't been written, yet. :-)

Snippet 1

Donna is dragging Ten through the TARDIS corridors towards a room she found that she wants to ask him about. She doesn't think he'll want to talk about it, so she's distracting him along the way with conversation.

“How are you not a Spaceman? You’re a man. You’re from Space. So… Spaceman!” she explained logically.


“Unless you’re saying you aren’t a man? I could go back to calling you Alien-Boy,” she continued. She looked through a doorway that looked almost right, but turned out to lead to a swimming pool.

“But I…”

“I mean, you’re definitely an Alien. From Space,” she added, leaving the swimming pool behind. “There’s no denying that. And I really don’t think you’re a girl. So… there you have it. Spaceman.”

“That’s entirely subjective!”

She stopped short and turned to look at him critically.

“Are you saying you are a girl?” she asked pointedly.

“No! That’s not what I’m saying! Donna!” he cried in exasperation.

“What?” she asked innocently, peeking through the doorway they’d stopped near. It was a large closet full of what seemed to be an extensive collection of novelty hats.

“You are very strange,” she told the Doctor solemnly, before closing the door on the hats and starting off down the corridor again.

Snippet 2

In the TARDIS infirmary after a minor accident, Rose and Jack have been unsympathetically making fun of Nine while waiting for the dermal regenerator to warm up.

Two quick passes of the device and his nose was healed. The last of the pain faded as Rose used a fresh cloth to gently clean away the remaining blood.

“How’s it feel?” asked Jack. “Are we done here?”

The Doctor harrumphed and curtly nodded his acknowledgement to Jack. He moved to hop off the infirmary bed. If they were going to laugh at his expense, he was going to go tinker with the inertial dampeners and interior gravity controls. Let them see just how sympathetic he would be when they came crying to him because they’d fallen and bloodied their noses!

Rose and Jack both blocked his way as he tried to head for the door. The Doctor glared at them grumpily.

“I thought we were done?” he grumbled, his pride still wounded.

“Almost,” said Rose. She leaned closer to him, bracing herself against his shoulders, and solemnly kissed his nose. “There, good as new.”
Feb. 16th, 2011 03:06 am (UTC)
Awww! Love the second one, and Donna's just perfect in the first :) I almost don't want them stitched together, because that implies an end to the Doctor, Rose and Jack travelling together... :(

But I'm sure I'll still love what you come up with. Thank you!
Feb. 18th, 2011 08:38 am (UTC)
Glad you liked 'em. I do think you'd like the stitched-together version in the end, but sadly there's so much else I need/want to write first and not enough of that urgent, "Must write this now!" feeling of inspiration for this one.

Though, maybe if you post more unrelated prompts in the future I'll get more ideas. Who knows? :-P
Feb. 15th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
Intriguing idea, I've posted mine at my LJ -- so, what was "Injury" going to be?
Feb. 17th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC)
Injury is one of those stories I'm going to go back to when I've finished the fics that I currently owe people.

The premise is that both Jack and the alien manatee thingie from "Meat" are telepathic, and the alien is projecting its pain, lonely and looking for a mind to connect to. Jack feels it when he's near the warehouse, but doesn't know what it us until they find out about the alien and by then it's too late. He's overwhelmed by it and his team don't know enough about telepathy to stop him from touching it when it draws him in. When he makes contact it completely overruns his mind.

The rest of the episode is rewritten from there. Lots of h/c for Jack as he feels everything the alien is feeling!
Feb. 17th, 2011 09:17 am (UTC)
That bunny definitely sounds worth catching, yeah...
Feb. 18th, 2011 08:40 am (UTC)
It's definitely on the short list... I've wanted to finish it for years now. It'll get done eventually. :-)
Feb. 18th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
At Callahan's (Nine at Callahan's Place directly after the Time War, a crossover)

Ooooh! [BounceBounceBounce] Yes! Nine finds the ultimate refuge for lucky wounded souls. May we have a snippet, please?

Though at that point, Lady Sally may scare him even worse than Jackie Tyler.
Feb. 18th, 2011 09:10 am (UTC)
Always glad to indulge another Callahan's Place fan. Prepare for some rambling, and then a snippet. :-D

The implications of this crossover have always intrigued me... if you've read all the stories and books you know that Mike is a time traveler. A very advanced time traveler, from really far in the future. To make that work with the DW universe, that pretty much makes his people a second evolution of the Time Lords, this time from human stock. The Doctor would be a very important figure for Mike's people, they'd know a lot about him and his life, including the Time War. And since Mike is active in field work, wandering space and time to fix various things, it's easy to imagine that he would've met the Doctor at some point, and that they would've befriended each other. So of course Nine might go to Mike when he had nowhere else to go right after regenerating, not realizing that Mike must've always known about the Time War and yet never mentioned it.

Hence this story, which is another one I really want to go back and finish someday. It's written like the real Callahan stories: Jake is recounting the tale to Spider months or even years later. So it's in Jake's voice and I do my darndest to mimic Spider Robinson's style. Here's a snippet from the middle of the first scene...

It's a cold, winter evening sometime during the years Callahan's Place was open. The TARDIS has just arrived outside, though nobody but Mike has any clue what the sounds and lights of her materializing meant. Mike has gone out to investigate. Overheard through the open door by those still inside, Nine has just politely apologized and collapsed unconscious in the parking lot. Mike then comes back inside, carrying him. The scene continues:

He kicked the front door shut behind him and said, "Somebody clear a spot, will 'ya?"

We were finally spurred into action and an appropriate length of table was made available. Mike gently put him down, and I put somebody's indescriminately grabbed and rolled up coat under his head. That's when we got our first good look at our visitor.

My first impression was ears in a leather jacket. He had short brown hair, which did nothing to hide his somewhat prominent ears. The jacket he was wearing looked old and beat up, but from the way it hung on him I got the impression that he hadn't been wearing it for long and wasn't quite comfortable in it yet.

Doc Webster reached for his pulse point as Mike poked him once in the cheek and then peeled back an eyelid experimentally.

Doc abruptly said, "Well, if this fellow is supposed to have a lower body temperature and two hearts each with a slower rate than is normal for a human, he's fine. Just out cold."

"Funny," Callahan mused absent mindedly, still peering into the man's apparently unseeing blue eye. "I just carried the big galoot in from the cold."

"I take it he is supposed to have two hearts, then," Doc surmised, valiantly refraining from punning. The fact that the new arrival was apparently not human did not phase him, as aliens are nothing much new for us any more.

"Mmhmmm," Callahan replied, his focus not leaving the man stretched out on the table. He let go of the eyelid, which naturally slid shut again. He placed a hand gently on the unconscious man's forehead and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he lightly patted the man's face, just forcefully enough to snap him out of whatever state he had fallen into. "Come on, Kiddo. Time to wake up."

"Don't call me that," the guy mumbled irritably, in that distinctive Northern accent. Then his eyes popped open and he gasped, "Mike!"

"Hey, nice to see you, Kid," Callahan replied, smiling paternally. "Though you seem to have changed again since we last met."

The odd comment about changing again aside, this just seemed to irritate the man more. "Honestly, Mike. Do you have to call me that? I'm hardly . . ."

Whatever he was going to say suddenly became less important to him as his eyes widened in realization and he sat up, hiding his face in his hands. "Oh, Rassilon, what have I done?"
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