Tremendulent!

"It looks like a peach."

"Yeah, but will it taste like battery acid? Or worse, will it work like battery acid?"

Devon fought the urge to roll her eyes and shot Danziger a look. "Or will it just taste like a peach? Honestly, I don't think I've met anyone quite as glass half empty as you."

"It's a gift. Now, hand it over, lady," he said plucking the fruit from her hands and ignoring her protests. He set the pink fruit on the ground and pulled out his knife. Devon watched as his large hands deftly peeled and sliced the fruit with movements so gentle and precise, she had to swallow hard.

And she most definitely did not shiver when he slowly licked his fingers tasting the juice of the fruit.

Danziger paused and then pursed his lips and made a face.

"What? What?" Devon asked fumbling to hand him her canteen. "Oh, god, is it like battery acid?"

"Nope," he said licking his lips and taking the canteen. "More like a bitter lemon. Ugh. Definitely not a keeper."

Devon sighed and picked up a slice and licked it. She pursed her lips at the tangy, bitter flavor and ignored John's deep chuckle.

"Told you," he said.

"Well, maybe we can use it for something," Devon said. "Maybe we could make lemonade?"

Danziger shook his head. "Does nothing get you down? You're like a one-woman cheerleading squad."

Devon smirked at him and took her canteen back. "It's a gift."

*oh, goodness gracious, I like these two!*

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Eleven and elephants.

Pepper Potts, black and white movies.

A Doctor Who/Jennifer Crusie novel crossover.

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Eleven/Amy (or just Eleven, or just Amy) - turns out the swimming pool really was in the library after all.

Mary/Marshall - Stan shuts them outside on the balcony until they 'kiss and make up' - he never expected them to actually do it, though...

McCoy/Chapel - backrubs

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Thank you! *sniggers* I have no idea why I like the battery acid comments as much as I do, but. *glees*

Also, the smirking! HUG IT OUT, YOU TWO. HUG IT OUT.

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Jenny Crusie - Agnes/Shane after THEIR wedding (or before)

Doctor Who - Amy/Eleven, pretending to be newly weds

Tony/Pepper - Honeymoon Suite

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"So, what do we think?" Nadine asked from her perch on the kitchen counter.

"Donut," Tilda said. "Definitely a donut."

"Mmmm, a lovely geeky, suspenders-wearing, crazy haired with sprinkles donut," Louise agreed.

Amy frowned and tilted her head. The Doctor was busy trying to explain the current plan to Davy and Ethan and was doing his usual flaily-arm thing with the screwdriver.

"But," Amy said. "He makes a difference. He helps and he's brilliant and he saves the universe on a daily basis. He committed to the universe. Surely, that qualifies him as a muffin?"

"Well, those are very good characteristics," Tilda said squinting at the Doctor, currently standing on a table while Davy nodded seriously, through her glasses. "But, is he committed to you?"

Amy opened her mouth and then remembered the whole 5 minutes and the sum total of 14 years things. She closed her mouth and took another orange poppyseed muffin off the plate.

"He once told me he'd be five minutes and the next time I saw him twelve years had passed," she admitted.

"Oh, that sucks," Nadine said. "Poor baby."

"Poor, poor baby," Louise said handing her a glass of juice.

"What did you do?" Tilda asked.

"I hit him in the head with a cricket bat."

Silence.

"That's freakin' awesome," Nadine said.

"And he still wanted you to go with him?" Louise asked.

"Yep," Amy said. "He said I'd waited long enough."

"Hunh," Tilda said. The ladies watched the guys a bit longer.

"You know, it's not a hard and fast rule," Louise said. "The muffin vs donut thing."

"We've been known to get it wrong," Tilda agreed.

Amy smiled. "I'll let you know how it goes."

*This was more fun to write than should be allowed! Oh, thank for the awesome prompt!*

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Oooooooh, flails even more. This is so awesome, plus I did nearly specify the ladies from Faking It.

He committed to the universe. Surely, that qualifies him as a muffin?"

Awwww!

"You know, it's not a hard and fast rule," Louise said. "The muffin vs donut thing."

*snort* So true. I have a feeling that he will be a donut.

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Have a reboot update!

McCoy/Chapel - When Chapel sees McCoy coming back from the Entertainment Planet from "Shore Leave" with Yeoman Tonia Barrows (http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Tonia_Barrows) on his arm.

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"We'll go in a minute," the doctor yelled over his shoulder. "I have to check something first."

Amy scurried after him through the TARDIS down hallways and up stairs until he stopped in front of a set of ornate wooden doors.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"My library," he said proudly. "I've got rows of books, I've got shelves of books, I got walls of books. I've got rows and shelves and walls of books!"

"Do you have any Mills and Boon?" Amy asked.

The doctor glared and said, "What a question! As if." He turned towards the doors and then turned back. "I've only got up to the year 2569. After that they just got silly."

He turned to the doors and flung them both open. A wall of water greeted them and for a second it seemed to just hang suspended in the air in front of them.

"Oh, dear," the doctor managed to say before the wall of water fell on them.

The force of it knocked the doctor into Amy, who shrieked and lost her footing and they slid down the hallway a few feet before coming to a stop.

They both spat water out and blinked several times. Amy was propped up against the wall with the doctor propped up against her. Amy gingerly plucked at her soaking shirt and silently mourned the loss of her boots. The doctor shook his head like a spaniel making drops of water fly into her face and Amy pushed at him a little in retaliation.

The doctor moved so that he was slumped next to her against the wall.

"So," she said brightly. "A pool in the library?"

*I love these two! I want to see them everyday!*

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Oh, that's brilliant! I love it! But the poor, poor books...please say they're ok? And that the Doctor reads Jennifer Cruisie?

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Oooh. Oooooooooooh.

Will she take the high road, or be absolutely vicious?

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silveronthetree.livejournal.com

When I saw

fringedweller's prompt I was hoping that you'd write this. Brilliant.

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McCoy gets a splinter.

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This made my entire day.

It totally rocks.

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"I feel a little weird about this," Amy said as she looked around the pink, frilly, lacy, pink, poufy, pink hotel room. And did she mention the pink?

"Why? You mean because you kinda sorta left your fiance the night before your wedding, only to show back up an hour before it was due to start and call it off?" the doctor asked using the sonic screwdriver to examine yet another one of those odd cracks in the wall.

"Yes, thank you," Amy said through gritted teeth. "Because, I clearly needed that spelled out for me."

"Well, I for one, think it's a lovely room," he said moving away from the wall and coming to stand next to her. "Come on, Mrs. Smith. Get into the spirit of things."

Amy glared at him. "The spirit of things? Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"I -- don't know," he said haltingly. "What do you think I'm asking you?"

They stared each other down for a minute. The doctor broke eye contact first. "Oh look! Scary crack in the wall. I better scan it."

"You just did," Amy said.

"Well, you can never be too careful," he said scurrying over to the wall.

Amy crossed her arms over chest. "Doctor, you wouldn't be nervous, would you? Surely, you've been alone with a girl in a honeymoon suite before?"

'Course, I have," he said. "Just... not with..."

"Not with... What?"

The doctor sighed and turned to face her. "Just not with you."

They stared at each other for another long moment.

"Wow," Amy said. "That is one scary crack in the wall. You should really scan that."

The doctor smirked.

*Gosh, these two are fun. :D Awesome prompt!*

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Christine was calm. She was collected. She was the epitome of professionalism and decorum.

She most certainly did not have the urge to shove Yeoman Barrows into the trash compactor or have one of the new nurses administer a rectal exam to Doctor McCoy. Badly and without lubrication.

No.

Instead, she simply said, "Goodness, doctor. When you said you were planning to fill your shore leave with some mindless activity, I hadn't realised you were being literal."

McCoy's eyes widened and Yeoman Barrow's narrowed.

"Ah, nurse," he said. "It's not actually what it looks like."

"Oh, I'm sure it isn't," Christine said with a wry smile. "Now, would like me to schedule some standard anti-STD hyposprays for today or would prefer to wait until tomorrow?"

*Oh, I kind of like catty!Chapel*

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She wasn't very nice, I have to say. XP

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Oh, I love her.

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"Oh, for heaven's sake, don't be such a baby," Christine said. "Give me your hand."

"No! It's fine," McCoy said holding his hand to his chest. "It'll come out on it's own."

"You're being ridiculous," she said firmly. "Now, give me your hand."

Grudgingly, he held his hand out and Christine held it carefully up to her face.

"Oh, that is a big one," she said.

"Don't patronize me, Chapel," McCoy growled.

She shot him a small smile and bent her head back over his hand. He shivered as a lock of hair slipped from her bun and brushed against his wrist. Christine smoothed the back of his hand and reached for a pair of small tweezers.

"Now, take a deep breath," she said. "And this will all be over in a second."

McCoy rolled his eyes, but did as she instructed and breathed in. The warm, fresh scent of her filled his nose and he leaned closer to her.

"Ha! There we go!" Christine held up the tweezers triumphantly. Her smile faltered a little when she saw the intense look on his face.

"Good job, nurse," he said huskily. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said. "Anything else, I can help you with?"

McCoy smiled. "Well, now that you mention it..."

*Oh, yeah, I went there.*

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Hee! Always happy to help! :D

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I think he's the worst option possible: a donut disguised as a muffin.

But, what a donut. :D This was a fantastic prompt! Thank you!

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valoscope.livejournal.com

Mwahaha, I like 'er too. <3 Thank you!

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"Why? You mean because you kinda sorta left your fiance the night before your wedding, only to show back up an hour before it was due to start and call it off?" the doctor asked using the sonic screwdriver to examine yet another one of those odd cracks in the wall.

So painful! So hilarious! So them!

This was a blast to read, thanks so much!

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*can I ask for moar Rand/Kirk? I will give thee cookies.*

Urm... after the 5 year mission. Where they are no longer ~inappropriately~ attracted?

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"So," Jim said as he settled himself on the bar stool next to Janice. "Can I tell you that you look lovely this evening or is that still off limits?"

Janice took a smll sip of her drink and said, "As of 1500 today, you can say pretty much whatever you like to me."

Jim grinned. "Are you sure you want to give me that much freedom, yeoman?"

"Ah, ah," Janice said. "That's Lieutenant Rand, thank you very much. And I trust you."

"You always did," Jim murmured. "Well, in that case, Janice, you look lovely, your hair looks lovely, your mouth is giving me ideas, I have the strongest urge to grab your hand, pull you onto the dance floor, dance with you for three dances exactly, then walk you back to your apartment and kiss you until we can't breathe right outside your door praying to every deity I know that you'll let me in."

Janice realised that her mouth was dry due to fact that her jaw had dropped somewhere around 'your mouth is giving me ideas'. She closed it and swallowed hard.

"Are you regretting giving me all that freedom?" Jim asked quietly.

"No," she said. Janice put her drink on the bar and placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And you only have to dance one dance with me and Jim, I will be letting you in."

*oh, these two!*

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Double chock-chip for youuuu! (also, OMG THE FIRST THING THEY DO-!)

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"Oh look! Scary crack in the wall. I better scan it."
{dies laughing some more} I haven't even seen the new Doctor, and this is hilarious!

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*Oh, yeah, I went there.*
Heehee! I have to admit that when I saw the icon you choose, I kinda went there, too (without even reading the story, mind you. Karl just looks so yummy in that shot!)

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Oh, how delicious! More cookies for thee!

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