Andraste

Rating: G

Warnings: None, unless you have a deathly allergy to female dwarves.

Word count: Circa. 850

Summary: When Harding met Dagna.

Author's Note: This is actually a teaser for something longer, so not posting to AO3 yet.

See, I saw a Dagna/Harding prompt on areyougame and anime hearts appeared in my eyes as I said 'THAT WOULD BE THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER.' I figured I could easily knock out a drabble or ficlet in the week and a half I had to produce something. Only then I started, and after a few days I had three thousand words of dwarf femslash that showed no signs of being done. It had even developed something with a suspicious resemblance to an actual plot. Anyway, it became obvious that there was no way I was going to get it finished, edited and betaed by July 6th when I was meant to be posting.

So here is the first bit! I am going to try to finish the rest by the end of the month, but I think this stands up fine on its own as a scene from life at Skyhold. It is not actually very slashy yet, alas.

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This time, the fic-bit is Sarah Jane Adventures flavoured! AU of Revenge of the Slitheen. (Maria is around somewhere, of course. Perhaps trying to drag her fox terrier daemon away from a lamp post, or doing something else that keeps her from supervising Luke for a moment.)

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Clyde's deamon form came to me in a flash of inspiration, but there are a few notable people in the Whoniverse I'm still just plain stuck on.

Steven Taylor: Almost all male companions have dog daemons. Because they're loyal, brave, honest and curious and, let's be frank, because there is not a huge variation in personality between them. (Obvious exceptions include Adric and Turlough.) So Ian's daemon might be a beagle while Rory's is an Irish setter, but they're both essentially doggy. And yet, I cannot hit upon the right daemon for Steven, despite him being pretty much the same as all the others. Maybe I have just not thought of the correct breed.

Sam Jones: I think it is because she has no discernible personality. It is hard to embody something that doesn't exist in animal form. (No, I don't like Sam very much, why do you ask?)

Martha Jones: On the other hand, I love Martha, and yet I am equally stumped by her. I have no idea where to even start. Suggestions from my friends included a spider, a St Bernard and a peregrine falcon.

Amy Pond: Amy's daemon is as striking and beautiful as she is herself, and so unusual people turn their heads to look at it. There is certainly not another one like it in Leadworth. I just do not know what it is.

Author's Notes: Part Two on hold while I do some research on 18th century Scottish attitudes toward same-sex relationships. (The internet is surprisingly unforthcoming on the subject. Perhaps I will have to go to the actual library.) Anyway, they're only in chronological order for the sake of convenience, so it doesn't matter what order you read in. First part here.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Third Doctor/Master

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All right, so maybe I am writing it. This is what you get for encouraging me!

Smith and Jones was only one third downloaded when I left for work, so I cannot yet join fandom in its squee. Instead, you get this *g*. I think I have probably picked the worst day this year for posting Doctor Who fanfic, but I was bored out of my tiny skull here at work and many of you seemed interested. This is not a complete story. It's not even a complete section. It's not been properly researched, let alone betaed as yet. It is, as the header says, a 'teaser trailer' for the story. Details may well change during the creative process. (Just for starters, the school doesn't have a name yet.)

Rating: For this bit PG. For the story as a whole ... er, damned if I know yet.

Characters: Everyone who ever has been or ever shall be in Doctor Who is in this story somewhere, although only a few of them are actually in this bit. However, there are enough people mentioned in passing to render character/pairing lables meaningless. Call it 'ensemble cast' and have done.

( Caveat lector. )