WIP meme

[elisi]

Stolen from my flist. Because I have NO TIME, but I love all these stories. (Everything un-beta'd & a bit rough and I go a little over the three sentences with most of these.)

Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!


My Immortal 2
This is the current beginning. It's going to change, because... it's terrible. And I need to add more stuff. And things. (Why does this chapter hate me, WHY?)

London, 26th of June 2010

Martha and Mickey were of course the first to arrive. Buffy had silently prayed that Gwen and Rhys would beat them, but they’d called a good while ago, saying that they’d be late.

Divided Destiny
This is the sequel to Maybe Someday. It currently consists of nearly 50,000 words, and is only half finished. It's is brilliant and epic and I have everything planned out - I don't know if I'll ever manage to finish it. *cries*

The desert lay silent and still under the vast blackness of the night’s sky. Then the air began to shimmer and tear apart, and a moment later a hollow of nothingness hung above the sand.

Through the rent stepped three figures. Two males clad in leather coats - one tall and dark, one slim and blonde; both carrying themselves with the unconscious easy authority and self-assurance of warriors long accustomed to battle.

The third figure was female in shape, but its demeanour spoke of otherness and its eyes were as old as time and chilly blue.

In A Glass Darkly
Continuation of the Master returns, but longer. And kinda disturbing?

The shot hit him squarely in the right shoulder.

He crashed against the wall, and then onto the floor, but as he tried to get up again he realised that River was already beside him, twisting his hands behind his back, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Stop being a baby,” she said dismissively, “it’s only pain. And I’m sure you’ve had worse.”

Then there was a metallic ‘clack’ and he felt the far too familiar coldness of handcuffs around his wrists.

“Hey!” he choked out, “where’d you get handcuffs from?”

“Oh wouldn’t you just love to know?” she purred, and he clamped down on what he was about to say, studying her properly - the dancing eyes, the smug smile, the confident curls.

Something different than the usual companion. The Doctor’s wife (?), yet she carried a gun...

He opened his mouth, but she put a finger across his lips.

“Before you start, know that the only reason you’re still alive is because the Doctor has some lingering affection for you. But give me an excuse - just one - and I will kill you.”

To Have and To Hold
Totally jossed by First Night, but will probably post at some point anyway.

Her whole life she’d been focused on the Doctor.

Wait for the Doctor. Kill the Doctor. And lastly, lately, learn about the Doctor.

She had found him in words like he must have known she would. Had sought him out in stories and reports and ancient texts and myths and legends. Collecting and working and trying to make everything fit together, discover her own role, discover who he was from a hundred thousand fragments.

She had been looking for a good man. What she had found had caused her to fall head-over-heels in love.

Trust Me (I'm a Lying Liar Who Lies)
Essentially an excuse to let Martha and Mickey meet River. (Spoiler: It doesn't go smoothly.)

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Mickey, I’m sure. It’s got that... oddness. Any second UNIT are going to get wind of it and come wading in, and although I have every respect for them, I know what their procedures are like. The Doctor will know what’s going on, because this sort of thing is what he does.”

“It’s just...” he had that face where he was trying to be gentle with her. She loved that face, even though it often made things more awkward.

“Martha, the last time we saw him...”

“I know,” she said flatly, trying to suppress the memory.“He’s a Timelord, I’m sure... I’m sure he was fine.”

Mickey didn’t look convinced, but before he could voice any more objections Martha pressed her lips together and pulled out her phone. She’d call him and he would be fine. He had to be. After Jack... She couldn’t lose both her dashing, immortal heroes one right after the other. Surely there were intergalactic laws against that.

It took a good while before there was an answer, however.

Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World
Wrote this out just now - literally. (I have THE WHOLE STORY in my head. I really need to write it down, don't I? But there's so much... /o\)

Allison’s mother came to pick them up from the train station, and managed to flummox Alex within moments of meeting them. Allison wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or proud.

“Oh look at you!” her mother exclaimed, holding Alex out at arm’s length after giving him a thorough hug. “All tall and handsome, just like your father - the live chats didn’t do you justice at all!”

Tilting her head, her eyes narrowed.

“Yes, remarkably like your father - it’s almost uncanny. Well apart from the hair.”

Alex didn't move a muscle, but Allison could still sense the tenseness.

“Also I’m not evil,” he said lightly, and her mother waved her hand dismissively.

“Oh all politicians are evil. Your father at least had the grace to be handsome and charming. I voted for him then, and I’d vote for him again, mark my words. The world’s going to pot anyway, and he was a sight for sore eyes.”

Slowly a wide smile spread across Alex’s face.

“I... Allie, I think I love your mum.”

Her mother laughed.

“And I got you to smile! Marvellous. Now, let’s get home and have a nice cup of tea, it’s freezing! Let’s hope it doesn’t snow...”

“Don’t worry,” Alex was still smiling as he picked up their bags, “there will be no snow until Christmas, I guarantee it!”

“Allison - he’s a treasure! This way - I parked down a side road where I didn’t have to pay...”