Fic Master List
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Because my LiveJournal is more than one page, I decided I ought to get started on a master list for my fic.  I'm dividing it up roughly by era, and will try to keep fics roughly in temporal order (whatever that means in Doctor Who). So, if you don't see a new fic at the bottom of a category, that's probably because it's in the middle.

When a story fits into more than one category, I will put a link to it in both of them.  This is probably a waste of electrons, but I figure it makes finding things easier.  I have stories for all Doctors except War and Twelve, and I don't know when I'll get around to writing for either of them, so new categories will appear when they appear.

If anyone has any other categories they'd like to see—for instance, if you'd like a list of my first person POV fics so that you can either seek them out or avoid them—please drop me a line.


Anyway, without further ado . . .

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Toddler Help
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Just a few examples of toddler help:

Shoe Help. Step 1: Fill Mommy's right shoe with all baby shoes.  Step 2: Fill Mommy's left shoe with balls.  Step 3: Drag shoes to opposite ends of the house.

Phone Help. Wait until Mommy is on the phone with someone who doesn't know you, such as the insurance rep.  Help with the conversation.  Like so:
  Me: Okay, my subscriber ID is 123—
  Baby Boy: BYE-BYE!
  Me: Sorry, one of my toddlers really—
  Baby Boy: BYE-BYE!
  Me: Really likes phones, and he knows what you say to them is—
  Baby Boy: BYE-BYE!  BYE-BYE!  BYE-BYE!!!!
  Me: Shhh, it's not bye-bye time yet!
  Baby Boy (delighted that I took his suggestion and said the thing): BYE-BYE-BYE-BYE-BYE-BYE-BYE!!!
  Me (after a distinctly longer-than-usual phone conversation): Yeah, that's everything.  Thanks for being so understanding.
  Rep: No problem.  Have a nice day!
  Me: Bye!
  Baby Boy: . . . Hewwo?

Bathroom Help. Notice that Mommy is in the bathroom.  Ascertain, through vigorous and possibly head-first testing, that she has firmly closed the door.  Sit outside with sibling and sing/shout, loudly, in two-part cacophony, about bottoms (DODDUMMMM, DODDUMMMM, DODDUM) as if you think that Mommy's bottom is in dire straits (DODDUM DODDUM DODDUM DODDUM) and can only be saved by some sort of epic theme-music power-up (DODDUM!!!  DODDUUUUUUUM!!!!) which will enable it to . . . you know, I don't think I want to pursue that sentence any further.

I wonder how I ever lasted this long without toddler help?
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In Which I Am Ded of Cute and Sass
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I recently had a conversation with my son.

Me: Why would you chew on a sock!  It's a sock! Sock, ugh blech blech blech yuchhhh!
Baby Boy: Tock!  Um num num num nmmmmm! *cheekiest grin in the history of cheek*

Increasingly Unsure if my Conversations Are Imaginary
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What the title says.  I really don't know how much I'm imagining this stuff . . .

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. . . but I think communication is at least beginning to occur.  (Which is, frankly, completely incredible in all possible ways.)

*He didn't actually say "ba ba" at this point.  He said something that might, if you try reaaaaallly hard, sound somewhat like his name.  But he's too young to decide whether he wants his name on the internet, so.

Fic: Christmas Punch
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Title: Christmas Punch
Rating: G
Word Count: 1008
Warnings: spoilers through "The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe," if anyone's still catching up
Characters: Rory, Amy, the eleventh Doctor
Summary: At the end of "The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe," the Doctor visits the Ponds.  Rory has something very important to say to him.
Author's Note: Unbetaed (again).  A bit of Christmas feel-good that has a bit of a bittersweet edge in light of later developments, but I think remains fairly sweet all the same.  In honor of Matt Smith.  Happy holidays to everyone!

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Fic: Home
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Title: Home
Rating: G
Word Count: 455
Warnings: Oblique references to animal cruelty in the past.
Characters: Jo Grant
Summary: A companion's best friend.  Based on an offhand remark by the eleventh Doctor.
Author's note: I know, I should start getting things betaed and Brit-picked again, but I wanted to get something sweet and sentimental up for Christmas.  I won't be able to watch the special until tomorrow, so I won't be on the Internet today, but I wanted to wish everyone a very happy holiday-of-your-choice, and a wonderful New Year as well.

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OMG
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Watch it.  Now.

O_O

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O_O

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*dance of joy*


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Imaginary Conversations #5: In Which I am a Philistine
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Two different incidents were conflated for a nice narrative, here.

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Imaginary Conversations #4: Across the Universe
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Imaginary Conversations #3: A Bit of Immaturity
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