Thursday: OTPs +

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Good morning again, prompters! I'm nevcolleil, your guest host for this week. Today's theme is __tp: give us some prompts about your favorite otps, brotps, and notps - couples, friends, and pairs who really ouight to be kept separate for the sake of the universe :p

The rules:

♥ No more than five prompts in a row.

♥ No more than three prompts in the same fandom.

♥ No spoilers in prompts.

If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:

Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

A few examples...

+ any, any/any, from brotp to otp in sixty seconds flat

+ MCU, Jane + Darcy, being mistaken for a couple

+ Criminal Minds/Suits, Reid +or/ Mike, members of their teams discuss the scary possibility of a couple as smart as those two against the world

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no vacation goes unpunished (Elementary/Doctor Who, slight Martha/Joan)

[possibilityleft.livejournal.com]

The first reason that Martha catches Joan's eye among all the doctors scrambling to help is the way that she's muttering under her breath. When Joan gets closer, she hears what Martha is saying: "I should have known, should have known..."

The second reason she catches Joan's eye is that she's incredibly pretty, even in the face of carefully controlled panic. She works efficiently and without complaint, like a doctor who has worked in a war zone before, which New York is turning out to be today. After several back-breaking hours another doctor comes in and orders them to sleep before they manage to kill themselves or patients. Two other doctors come in and push them gently towards the door.

Joan still hasn't heard what has happened to cause all of this trauma; everyone seems to have a different story, wilder than the last. She knows that she'll be in all kinds of trouble after this is over for working without a license, but that future seems very far away. Right now she wants a shower and a nap.

She catches up with Martha. Besides the accent, she has picked up half a dozen little clues that tell her that Martha doesn't live in New York, so she won't know where the call rooms are, or the showers they can use. Martha is studying the sign at the end of the corridor, hesitating.

"This way," Joan says, offering a hand, which is thankfully clean since she was wearing gloves. "I'm Joan, by the way. Do you know what's going on outside?"

"Martha Jones," Martha says, and she sighs. "I was on holiday, but apparently I can't take a vacation without aliens getting involved."

"I'm sorry?" Joan says, sure she's misheard.

"There is a spaceship in Madison Square Gardens," Martha says, "and of course the Doctor isn't here. No matter that UNIT is across the pond and I'm on holiday and the FBI is out there shooting at it like that will help."

Joan is quiet after that. When they reach the showers, Joan pauses at the door. It is remarkably quiet down here, so she doesn't feel quite so silly when she asks, "What would help, exactly?"

Martha gives her a long look. "Someone going down to talk to them, probably. They're just as panicked as we are, I'd bet. I can't imagine they landed there intentionally."

"No one's tried?" Joan asks, and Martha shakes her head.

"They hadn't when I came in here, anyway. Apparently that was considered an act of war and no one wants to talk about it."

Joan reaches out and grabs Martha's hand. Her heart is still pounding with the adrenaline of saving lives. At least, that's probably the reason. Some part of her can't believe a word that Martha is saying, but she's ignoring that part.

"We should go down there," she says. "Do you think they speak English?"

Martha grins as if Joan has said something very funny. "You'd be surprised," she says.

Joan only pauses to grab her coat on the way out of the hospital. She has fifteen missed calls from Sherlock on her phone. While Martha tries in vain to flag down a cab, Joan texts him quickly, Look up Martha Jones from UK in govt DB. Safe, on way to help.

There aren't any cabs that will stop so Martha and Joan head in the direction of the screams. There are so many things that Joan wants to ask Martha, but she doesn't have the breath.

They turn the corner and there it is, a spaceship. At least, Joan can't think of what else it could be. It is not chrome and gleaming like the ones in the science fiction movies. It is red-black and hunched over like a gigantic spider and she stops running. Her eyes are trying to tell her that the scale can't be right, that the thing can't tower like that, but it must be.

"Are you coming?" Martha says. She's paused to catch her breath and now she's offering Joan her own hand.

"What are we going to do?" Joan says, as the fright floods into her.

"Knock, I think," Martha says, and she is still smiling, so Joan takes her hand.

Re: no vacation goes unpunished (Elementary/Doctor Who, slight Martha/Joan)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

This is awesome!! I especially like how calm and kickass and funny both of them are and how they recognize something in each other.

Re: no vacation goes unpunished (Elementary/Doctor Who, slight Martha/Joan)

[possibilityleft.livejournal.com]

I had a lot of fun writing them together. I think they'd be great friends, or more! :D