writingispurdy.livejournal.com
Fic: Two Doctors, A Nurse, A Detective and A Scot - Writing is Purdy
http://writingispurdy.livejournal.com/20113.html
Fic: Two Doctors, A Nurse, A Detective and A Scot. May 5th, 2011. Two Doctors, A Nurse, A Detective and A Scot. Brief mentions of war violence. Two Doctors, a nurse, a detective and a Scot walk into a TARDIS. Stop me if you've heard this one. Two Doctors, A Nurse, a Detective and a Scot. Uh, Rory begins thoughtfully. Hello. The short man asks, quick and brusque and he sounds like he's used to being overlooked when he tosses out important questions. Yeah, he tends toward that, the short man grumbles.
pinkfairy-fics.livejournal.com
October 28th, 2011 - PinkFairy727's Fiction Archive
http://pinkfairy-fics.livejournal.com/2011/10/28
The Way To Fairyland. October 28th, 2011 - PinkFairy727s Fiction Archive. Some Say These Fics Were Built On Rock and Roll, With A Side Order of Coffee To Go. 28 October 2011 @ 06:54 pm. 3 Forgotten Torchwood Fics. Are We There Yet? A fic set in. AU verse Footprints in the Sand. I'm pretty certain this was a prompt fic when I was bored on a train journey once, but I've no idea what the original prompt was. Are We There Yet? The Big Bang fic I co-wrote with. Untitled Squirrel Rat Fic.
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Torchwood Big Bang
http://tw-bigbang.livejournal.com/tag/round%20three
Torchwood Big Bang @ Delicious. 19 October 2011 @ 09:29 pm. Owen, Ianto, Toshiko, OMCs, others. Owen/Tosh, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Amy/Rory. Foul language, blood/gore. Everything through Children of Earth, allusions to Miracle Day. Toshiko, and Ianto find themselves kidnapped to the future. Stuck on an. Asteroid, thousands of years from their time, they become research. Subjects and part of a 21st-century Earth exhibit in the station museum. And the whole situation stinks of a trap to a visiting Time Lord.
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/tag/char:%20mary%20morstan
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Fic: The Land of Nod. Jun 3rd, 2012 at 8:39 PM. The Land of Nod. John Watson/Mary Morstan (implied), Sherlock Holmes. John Watson doesn’t always dream of acrid desert landscapes. The lullaby that features is an old fashioned Scottish lullaby. John Watson doesn’t always dream of acrid desert landscapes. Fic: the land of nod. Char: mrs. hudson. Fic: a bed of mystery. Fic: a cosmic joke. Fic: a little r. Fic: a moment of doubt. Fic: a name in the wind. Fic: ou...
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Fic: Things That Go Bump In The Night - Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/52574.html
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Fic: Things That Go Bump In The Night. Sep 13th, 2012 at 10:40 PM. Things That Go Bump In The Night. Ever since her first date with John, Sarah has kept a cricket bat underneath her bed just in case. She never thought she’d actually use it though. Until tonight. She was greeted with the very familiar sight of a utilitarian jacket and sandy blonde hair, now sticky with blood. John’ His name escaped her lips in a scared breath as she dropped the cricket bat a...
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/tag/char:%20caitlin
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Mar 24th, 2013 at 10:03 PM. The Crieff Family (Martin, Wendy, Caitlin, Simon and Dad). When Martin Crieff still wanted to be an aeroplane he experienced his first bumpy landing, much to the horror of his brother, Simon. Simon was panicking, that much anyone could see, and it sent a flutter of panic to Wendy’s own chest when he mentioned her youngest sons name. Char: mrs. hudson. Fic: a bed of mystery. Fic: a cosmic joke. Fic: a little r. Fic: all that we see.
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/tag/char:%20wendy
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Mar 24th, 2013 at 10:03 PM. The Crieff Family (Martin, Wendy, Caitlin, Simon and Dad). When Martin Crieff still wanted to be an aeroplane he experienced his first bumpy landing, much to the horror of his brother, Simon. Simon was panicking, that much anyone could see, and it sent a flutter of panic to Wendy’s own chest when he mentioned her youngest sons name. Char: mrs. hudson. Fic: a bed of mystery. Fic: a cosmic joke. Fic: a little r. Fic: all that we see.
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/tag/fandom:%20cabin%20pressure
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Mar 24th, 2013 at 10:03 PM. The Crieff Family (Martin, Wendy, Caitlin, Simon and Dad). When Martin Crieff still wanted to be an aeroplane he experienced his first bumpy landing, much to the horror of his brother, Simon. Simon was panicking, that much anyone could see, and it sent a flutter of panic to Wendy’s own chest when he mentioned her youngest sons name. Fic: Mrs. Icarus 2/2. Nov 20th, 2011 at 8:46 PM. Fic: mrs. icarus. Fic: Mrs. Icarus 1/2. Fic: a no...
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/tag/char:%20martin
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Mar 24th, 2013 at 10:03 PM. The Crieff Family (Martin, Wendy, Caitlin, Simon and Dad). When Martin Crieff still wanted to be an aeroplane he experienced his first bumpy landing, much to the horror of his brother, Simon. Simon was panicking, that much anyone could see, and it sent a flutter of panic to Wendy’s own chest when he mentioned her youngest sons name. Fic: Mrs. Icarus 2/2. Nov 20th, 2011 at 8:46 PM. Fic: mrs. icarus. Fic: Mrs. Icarus 1/2. Fic: a no...
tearstolaughter.livejournal.com
Fic: Bumpy Landing - Turn Your Tears To Laughter
http://tearstolaughter.livejournal.com/52938.html
Turn Your Tears To Laughter. Do not cry for me. Mar 24th, 2013 at 10:03 PM. The Crieff Family (Martin, Wendy, Caitlin, Simon and Dad). When Martin Crieff still wanted to be an aeroplane he experienced his first bumpy landing, much to the horror of his brother, Simon. He was running through the house now, shouting at the top of his lungs as he reached the bottom of the stairs, his shoes trailing muddy footprints behind. He had a foot on the bottom step, still yelling, ‘Mum! What is it, Simon? Simon grabbe...
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