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Fiction List

This is a list of all fanfics I've written, organized by Doctor or type (e.g. multi-Doctor, crossover).

Since many of my fics deal with particular episodes, they're listed by episode when appropriate. (This makes for some weirdness, as I have some fics that feature one Doctor but refer to a different Doctor's episode.)


  • Multi-chapter fics are marked as such and have their wordcounts indicated.
  • Story collections say "collections"
  • All other fics are single short stories (less than 10,000 words).


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Time Crash

Do they really?

Here's something that I just remembered that I've wondered about.

Back when I first fell headlong into Doctor Who, in 2013, I was working for a different development studio than the one I am now (actually, it was three companies ago over the last eight years - if you want job stability, independent software development studios are not a good choice) and one of the developers, Ian, was English. Ian was a little older than me (read: old enough to have grown up watching the classic show since the Third Doctor, possibly the tail end of the Second) and sported a thick accent which most of us Americans often couldn't decipher, even ones more comfortable with non-RP accents than I. I have since learned to recognize his accent as something perhaps Midlands, similar to Matt Smith.

When I started talking about DW at work, Ian took it upon himself to educate me to be a proper fan. However, only one thing he told me stuck with me, and it was this: "Never refer to the Doctor by number - the Third Doctor, the Seventh Doctor, the Tenth Doctor. We use the actor name - the Pertwee Doctor, the McCoy Doctor, the Tennant Doctor." He implied (or maybe he stated it outright; it was eight years ago, after all) that using numbers would mark me as an American (as if that wasn't obvious already) and an ignorant wannabe fan.

He does have a bit of a point, since after all, we refer to the Delgado Master, the Ainsley Master, etc., rather than the First Master and the Second Master (though we also refer to Romana I and Romana II). However, in eight years of hanging out in this corner of the fandom, I've never heard anyone, British or American, consistently refer to the Doctors by the actor name. Occasionally, yes, but not consistently.

So is/was that really a thing? There are a number of possible explanations. First, most people I'm in contact with in-person and on the web are American, so I mostly see American phrasing; however, I do have a number of British friends, many of whom are reading this right now, and they tend to use number rather than name. Second, since I'm mostly active in the fanfic community, I see the phrasing that's used there, and it's number; you won't see "Eccleston Doctor" as a selectable tag on ffnet, Teaspoon, or AO3. (Ship names would also get pretty complicated, if you can't use "Ten/Donna" or similar.) Third, Ian's been living in the States for a very long time (he's married to an American and has been here all that time), and perhaps the convention in Britain has changed and he's just not aware of it. Fourth, maybe he was just winding me up.

Whatever. It's not like I'm going to change now. :)
Five with key

"When the Stars Begin to Fall"

Title: "When the Stars Begin to Fall"
Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Characters: Netty Goodhart, Wilfred Mott, Donna Noble
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word Count:

Summary: Netty's last name fit her well. She continues to help where she can, for as long as she'll be able to.

Author's Notes: Beautiful Chaos, by Gary Russell, is one of my favorite Doctor Who novels and I've always wanted to write something for it. Netty Goodhart is Wilf's lady friend who helps the Doctor and Donna thwart an alien invasion. RTD apparently enjoyed the novel so much, he included her in "The End of Time", as one of the people in the chain of phone calls that ultimately located the Doctor.

Note that Netty suffers from Alzheimer's, and thus, this story may make for painful reading. If this is a problem for you, please avoid reading this.

Also, minor spoiler warning for the novel - you'll find out who the adversary was, but not much more.

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DT Red Nose Day

Woo hoo! Vaccinated!

Yup! I got it, despite not actually qualifying for it yet.

See, where we live, the vaccine is being distributed based on a phased plan. It started with the elderly and healthcare workers, then expanded from there. The most recent phase was "adults 45 and older with pre-existing conditions". My husband qualified for that and got his first Pfizer shot about three weeks ago, and gets the second next week. I, however, didn't qualify. Despite being older than him and having multiple pre-existing conditions, I don't have the right pre-existing conditions. So, I was relegated to wait until the next phase later this month, which is "everyone". I suppose I should be happy to lumped in with all the twenty-somethings at work.

However, it turns out that the COO at our company has a wife who's the manager at a local pharmacy, and they often have a few extra vaccines, so she's offering them to us, one or two at a time. My husband happened to be in the manager's meeting where they were discussing this and secured one for me. Thus, I got my one and only jab (I got the J&J vaccine) this afternoon.

It's funny that my husband is actually more excited for this than I am. All through this, he's been concerned more for my health than his own (which is why he does all the grocery shopping, to keep me away from people), and he was so happy I was finally getting the vaccine, he was dancing around the house all day.

This really isn't going to change our lives much. We'll still be trying to work remotely if they'll let us (which of course is exactly opposite of our COO's intent - he wants us all vaccinated so he can reopen the office and have us all work on-site), and it's not like we used to go out much before this all started anyway. However, it'll be nice to have the option to leave the house. No, neither of us feel perfectly safe going out even with the vaccine and we do not intend to actually go anywhere other than the grocery store until this is truly all over with, but it's nice to have the protection.
Time Crash

Gallifrey One 32i: Day One

Registration day isn't considered the actual first day of Gallifrey One, as far as I know (I could be wrong), so today was Day One.

We actually had other things to do today so we postponed a couple of the planned activities until tomorrow. We instead visited the Video Room (Gally has a room set aside which plays episodes all through the weekend; I believe they just got rid of it actually, because they need the space for more events) and watched "The Eleventh Hour" and "The Lodger". The episodes were chosen randomly: we rolled a die first for the series number (modern DW only for today) and then again for which episode. Then we had a panel discussion. Well, not really. We just chatted about the episodes, but we tried to be all pompous and academic about it. ;)

We did visit the Dealers' Room... which basically means we checked out some of our favorite merch sites. Rubbertoe was first, as we normally hit their table as soon as the doors open Friday. However, their website seems neglected. It features mostly sonics and accessories for sonics, and their big new product, the vortex manipulator, but if you look through it, the dates they list for their releases are last year. Sonics are cool, of course, but the Rubbertoe table usually offers other collectibles, like Gallifreyan coasters, the Moment, and the confession dial.

Then we checked out Big Chief Studios and I have fallen in love with the Sixth Doctor figure. Interchangeable magnetic cat pins! Their work is excellent - I have their two different Tenth Doctor figures and their Ninth Doctor one - but I'm still waffling on Sixy. (Their new site's awful, by the way: difficult to navigate and their lazy loading is truly lazy, as in slow, slow slow. Some of their package decisions are questionable as well; check out the "River Song Expansion Pack" and tell me if it makes sense to you.)

Lastly, I took a look at the crystal TARDISes. Last year at Gally, I bought Nine's and Ten's crystals, with the intention of buying one more each year (knowing full well that they probably will disappear before I am able to collect them all). Well, this year didn't happen. I do want Fivey and Seven, but I can wait. I'm pretty sure that they were significantly cheaper at the con than they are online.
Time Crash

The Gally That Never Was

Today would have been the first day of Gallifrey One 32 "Thirty-Second to Midnight", but it was postponed until next year for obvious reasons. It's disappointing, of course, that we aren't getting to see our good friends and geek out about Doctor Who for a whole weekend. That convention is something we look forward to the whole year.

But we aren't going to let it get us down. We've taken the time off from work as we would for the convention, meaning Thursday through Monday, and we're having our own convention of two. Welcome to Gallifrey 32i "The Gally That Never Was"! (It's 32i because i is an imaginary number...) We've planned out a few panels and events for the weekend, just for the two of us.

Today is Thursday, which is registration day, as well as Lobbycon (which is where people hang out, say hi, and trade ribbons) and the ice cream social. So, here are our convention badges, ribbons, and ice cream!

Much Ado

Butter, part 2

Yesterday, my husband and I were discussing the grocery shopping he was heading out to do, and it went like this.

Him: And lastly, some butter.
Me: Are you going to put it in the tub?
(Laughter)
Him: I really couldn't figure out why it was such a big deal that they had to talk about it on the radio! (More laughter.) Man, I wish I could post this somewhere.
Me: I already did.
Him. ..... Oh.

To be honest, he loves that I record this stuff.
Much Ado

Butter

This morning when I woke up, my husband came down (we sleep in separate rooms) and told me this:

His alarm is set to a specific time and radio station because he's figured out when they do their news and he gets to listen to it. This morning, it was at the very end, and he caught them saying, "And after this song, we'll have a discussion about one of the greatest controversies of today: How do you get butter out of the tub?" He spent the time during the song wondering why anyone would put butter in the tub, and it was only after the discussion started that he realized they were talking about tubs of butter, not the bathtub.

Five minutes of hysterical laughter is one of the best ways to wake up.

You should also notice that not only did my husband do something pretty stupid and embarrassing, but he also made a point to come tell me about it. He loves laughter and he loves to make me laugh, especially when it's deprecating to himself. I love him.