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Donna Noble heaves a deep sigh because once again someone has jumped to the wrong conclusion regarding her and the Doctor. “No,” she corrects them. “We’re not together, not married.”

“Well, except for accidentally on the Noverian Colony in the Damascus Gulf,” the Doctor adds cheerfully, “but that’s not legally binding in this solar system. So not married for local purposes.”

There is brief pause, in which their audience tilts their head in confusion. Then Donna speaks.

“Doctor,” she says slowly, frowning at him. “I thought we had that annulled. I distinctly remember you going back to the courthouse with the marriage certificate.”

The Doctor coughs awkwardly. “Ah. Well. I may have, just possibly, lost the certificate halfway back to the courthouse. There was a slight incident with an angry bird. Bit like a goose, not quite as vicious though.” He grins hopefully at Donna.

Donna gives him a Look. “What,” she says flatly.

“Well, you know,” the Doctor replies, “marriage legality is very serious on that planet. Didn’t I tell you this? I’m sure I told you this.”

Donna’s Look intensifies.

“Oh,” the Doctor says sheepishly. “So, turns out, you’re not actually allowed an annulment on Noverian without the original receipt . .” He trails off, giving Donna a smaller, but still just as hopeful grin.

Donna turns back to their now extremely confused acquaintance with a long-suffering sigh. “Okay," she says through gritted teeth, "so we are married, but not in this solar system. Clear?”

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 A version of Human Nature taking place in the 2000s featuring Donna & Wilf. 

Imagine the tenth doctor as John Noble, a primary school teacher living with his cousin and grandfather because renting is a nightmare in this economy.

 (Sylvia mysteriously won a round the world cruise so she’s not around.)

Imagine John going stargazing with Wilf, laughing when Wilf tells him ‘you’ll be up there one day my boy!’

‘Sure Granddad, on a schoolteachers salary!’

Imagine John and Donna going out for drinks, John getting in a slagging match with someone who mentioned Donna’s failed wedding.

(As far as anyone knows Lance ran off with another woman)

‘Excuse you,’ he yells, ‘my cousin is amazing. You only wish you were as awesome as Donna!’

Donna drags him away before someone can throw a punch.

Imagine John fitting into the Noble family as if he was always there.

Imagine family movie night with John, Wilf and Donna. 

Imagine them cooking dinner together, bustling around the kitchen and singing along to the songs on the radio.

John decides to try baking because a school fundraiser is coming up. The kitchen will never look the same, but the cupcakes were amazing.

Donna’s temping again and she’s had the worst day. Imagine her shuffling in the front door, exhausted, having been delayed by traffic for ages. She’s greeted by John. There’s a cup of hot tea for her in his hands and dinner is going to be ready in fifteen minutes.

Donna hugs him tight. ‘You’re the best John Noble. The very best.’

Imagine the Family of Blood turning up. John’s heartbreak when Donna and Wilf explain things to him. He’s not a real person. He doesn’t exist and Donna, (his cousin, his best friend) wants her real friend back. Wilf, the grandfather he loves, is looking at him with guilt & sadness in his eyes.

“You don’t want me,” he chokes out. “You want him. Why can’t I be enough?”

Donna & Wilf, tearing up, assuring John that they do love him. That whether he’s the Doctor or John Noble he’ll always be family. Always. 

There’s an explosion, the Family are getting closer. They’ll be found any minute. 

‘Alright,’ Donna says firmly, wiping away tears. ‘Where’s that laser gun? Gramps, you and John run for it. I’ll cause a distraction-’

Wilf starts to protest, he’ll cause the distraction, thank you very much. He’s not running out on his grandchildren.

Both Donna and Wilf stop suddenly, cut off by small clicking sound.

John has opened the watch. As a golden glow rises from it, John Noble says his last words: ‘Grandad, Donna, thank you for loving me.’

‘Oh my boy,’ Wilf says, choking up again. ‘That was the easiest thing in the world to do.’

(Later, when the Doctor is talking to the Family of Blood, pulling off a bit of nasal misdirection, so they don’t realise he’s the Doctor until too late, he makes sure to tell them: you could have avoided this. But you chose to threaten my family.)

Years later, one of the Doctor's friends, temporarily lost in the maze of corridors in the Tardis, comes across the Doctor's incredibly seldomly used bedroom.  There eye is caught by a very old photograph propped on a bookshelf. It's of three smiling people eating ice-cream. The writing on the back of the photo says ‘John, Donna & Grandad. Easter holidays 09’

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 A Rose/Ten fic that doesn’t denigrate Martha and acknowledges how important she was to the Doctor without being too heavy-handed on the 'but he's not In Love with her' bit

A Martha/Ten fic that doesn’t denigrate Rose, acknowledges how important she was to the Doctor and doesn't ignore the fact that he was canonically somewhat in love with Rose and understands that that doesn't mean he can't sincerely be in love with Martha as well.  (I despise Only One REAL True Love as a trope)

A Donna/Ten fic that doesn’t denigrate Rose and Martha etc, etc you get the picture now.

Also:

A Fic where Rose, Martha and Donna go out for drinks (Meta-crisis? What meta-crisis? Shush!)  and spend the entire night absolutely roasting the Doctor before calling him up to take them home because they forgot taxi money.

Just imagine Ten trying to herd three drunk companions into the Tardis while they point at him randomly and just start laughing. 

Martha is vacillating between 'You’re My Besht MAte' drunk and 'You Absholute Fucker 1913 really? Really?' 

Rose has lost a shoe, giggles every time she looks at Ten and is righteously nodding at him in support of Martha, because A Maid? In 1913? 'Martha you ish a shaint. I would’ve deckedsh him on the firsht day.'

Donna gets halfway through a speech on how he’s a shameless skinny flirt, is sick on his shoes, sighs with relief and then goes off to have a shower. 

It's at this point that Rose and Martha start singing pop songs from the early 2000s

Ten regrets all his life choices.


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I love Ten & Donna as completely non-romantic best mates who love each other.

But … I also very low-key like the idea of the Doctor falling in love with Donna. Genuinely finding her physically attractive and beautiful. Getting mildly jealous when other people pay her romantic attention. Being in denial about it. And Donna just. Does. Not. See. Him. That. Way. At. All. And him accepting that.

Just imagine. The Doctor is watching Donna tell someone what’s what and the thought crosses his mind how beautiful she is and then he sees his reflection in a mirror/water/convenient-reflective-surface just smiling dopily and gazing at Donna with puppy-eyes.

Oh he thinks. Oh Fuck Me. I’m In Love.

And then Donna turns to him. “Oi, Spaceman. We’ve gotta go. What have you got that look on your face for? Spotted a fancy bit of tech or something?”

“No,” the Doctor says, swallowing awkwardly. “No. It’s nothing. Come on then, allons-y.”

“What is wrong with you today?”

I’m in love, he thinks as they dash off. Oh no, I’m in love.
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TV ineffable husbands, Book timeline.

Aziraphale is initially very against this whole thing because “he’s a human child
Crowley we can’t just take him!!”


“We didn’t take him Angel he walked in our front door.”


‘That’s not the point!’ *exasperated angel noises*


Aziraphale goes upstairs to look at the child that Crowley has installed in the bedroom just to make sure he’s okay.


He opens the door and quietly walks over to the boy sleeping soundly in the bed. Crowley, who is a step or two behind him, suddenly twitching in agitation.



Aziraphale Looks at the boy the way only an Angel (or demon) can Look at someone,
because the boy is a runaway after all. There might be a small healing miracle or two necessary before they take him home.


And then he. Just. Freezes. The room goes cold, a terrible chill radiating from the Guardian of the Eastern Gate. Aziraphale’s expression as he looks at the boy in the bed is one of pure outrage.


“Yes,” says Crowley, and Aziraphale can hear matching white-hot fury in the demons voice. “I was about to mention  . . . that.”


“Who dared?” Aziraphale spits, the words coming from his mouth sharp as ice. “What disgusting monster put that . . . that thing in a child’s head. A demon?”


Crowley shakes his head. “Don’t think so. Demons haven’t got the imagination for that. Except for me-“


“You would never!” Aziraphale exclaims cutting him off. “Even at your worst, at your most demonic, you would never sink to something like this!”


Crowley smiles crookedly, though the Angel can still see the fury in his eyes. “Thanks Angel. I know that, but it’s good to hear you say so too.”


“Anyway, as I was about to say, this has the hallmarks of humanity at *their* worst all over it.”


“You spoke to the boy,” Aziraphale says slowly, getting the urge to destroy something with his flaming sword under control. (Where *is* his sword he wonders, he’d really like to have it right now.) “Does he know?”


“Didn’t really get a chance to ask before he fell asleep,” Crowley answers. “But I doubt it. Pretty sure Harry thinks it’s just a weird scar.”


“His parents are dead, Angel,” the demon continues. “Probably due to whoever did that to him. He lives with some relatives, who even though he was obviously trying to be tactful, they still sound like utter shite.”


Aziraphale looks at him. There’s an almost pleading look in Crowley’s eyes now. The boy speaks the language of the serpent. That’s a rare gift, the angel knows, even among the practitioners of magic. And Crowley has always been undemonically soft where children are concerned. All the way back to the Ark.


The angel sighs. “I suppose,” he says slowly, “that it would be irresponsible to just send the boy off with that thing in his head. We ought to miracle it out at least.”


“Exactly,” Crowley nods emphatically. “Even with it miracled out he’s going to need a few days to recover,” he says reasonably, and Aziraphale can feel himself giving in.
“You know how magic users are. We’ll just keep an eye on him. For a few days that’s all.”


“Just for a few days,” the angel echoes, idly wondering what kind of décor he should put in the spare room. Soothing colours, he decides.


Perhaps he’ll wait until Harry wakes up. They can go for lunch somewhere nice and discuss what he’d like. Maybe a nice tartan bedspread!

 
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( but probably never will)
  • Miss Fisher meets Professor Henry ‘Indiana’ Jones. They thwart Nazis, have amazing banter and are generally awesome.
  • Miss Fisher meets famous novelist Ariadne Oliver, who introduces her to a friend - the detective Hercule Poirot. Phryne’s methods drive Poirot nuts but he respects her ability to get results. Japp bonds with Jack over the exasperation caused by certain private detectives.
  • Miss Fisher gets involved in a very unusual murder case (the victims body shows something weird was going on) and meets a woman called the Doctor. (Yes sooner or later I always imagine a crossover with Doctor Who.)
  • Phryne briefly meets a wounded Jack during the war. She doesn’t remember him (there are a lot of injured soldiers and she’s running on caffeine and fumes). Jack doesn’t catch her name, but he never forgets the face of the nurse who saved his life.
  • More DW Crossover. Phryne meets Captain Jack Harkness. They battle aliens, have amazing banter, incredible sex, and keep in touch for the rest of Phryne’s life. Captain Jack occasionally uses the surname Fisher as an alias.
  • PWoP: Phryne, Jack and Captain Jack. Together.

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