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fic: Doctor Who, post-Paradise Towers
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: er... 18+
Notes: I think I blame this on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
allen_road. Hrm.
They named her something else, of course.
When the in-betweens came back for them, and discovered the 'mistake', they were all given new titles. New clothes, new rules (visitors are allowed now). 'Education' to make them smarter (and stronger).
Cassandra tells them, when they meet as they used to (Blue Kang Brainquarters are all that's left of their hidey-holes since the carry-dors were cleaned out) that they're being trained for the war. "We're to be sent off." Her hair isn't blue anymore, and she wears black like a Caretaker now.
They all wear different colors. Even yellow, though there are times she thinks they should have stayed in red and blue (and black).
One of their trainers talks of high explosives, cigarettes, and keeping your nose clean. She wears charcoal grey and talks like she knows too much.
The Towers are clean now, sparkling carry-doors and walkways that shine white even with the lights out. Three hundred and four floors of sterile environment that grates on the senses and makes her wish for the old days more and more.
All of them get into trouble as time goes on. Friendly brawls break out, the alcohol that flows giving the punches and kicks a bitter edge. No wipe-outs ever allowed.
But their trainers seem pleased with it, take it in stride. Ace shows them how to make the fighting work to their advantage. She also tells other things. Contraceptives, don't-fuck-your-bunkmates, and tying off your detonation wires just so.
The first time she's kissed, she knows she's just turned nineteen.
His name is Venn now, and he's awkward and uncertain (and so is she, but she'll never tell him that) until her back is to the wall. It's quick and messy, and when he's done she feels almost bored. Blowing things up is more interesting.
Cassandra finds her afterwards, gets out the details and then laughs quietly.
The second time she's kissed, it's different.
When their training is finished, Ace gives them one last talk. Mentions daleks and baseball bats, puts her shades on and leaves.
Standing on a battlefield that has no carry-doors or hideaways, she feels small and unfortunate.
As the dalek disintegration ray takes out the soldier on her left, and she rolls, comes up and fires her useless blaster.
"Red Kangs! Red Kangs! Red Kangs are best!" Someone shrieks nearby, and she follows the useless charge.
Her name was changed when the in-betweens returned, but she still thinks of herself as Fire Escape when the death-ray pulses over her skin.
Notes: I think I blame this on
allen_road. Hrm.They named her something else, of course.
When the in-betweens came back for them, and discovered the 'mistake', they were all given new titles. New clothes, new rules (visitors are allowed now). 'Education' to make them smarter (and stronger).
Cassandra tells them, when they meet as they used to (Blue Kang Brainquarters are all that's left of their hidey-holes since the carry-dors were cleaned out) that they're being trained for the war. "We're to be sent off." Her hair isn't blue anymore, and she wears black like a Caretaker now.
They all wear different colors. Even yellow, though there are times she thinks they should have stayed in red and blue (and black).
One of their trainers talks of high explosives, cigarettes, and keeping your nose clean. She wears charcoal grey and talks like she knows too much.
The Towers are clean now, sparkling carry-doors and walkways that shine white even with the lights out. Three hundred and four floors of sterile environment that grates on the senses and makes her wish for the old days more and more.
All of them get into trouble as time goes on. Friendly brawls break out, the alcohol that flows giving the punches and kicks a bitter edge. No wipe-outs ever allowed.
But their trainers seem pleased with it, take it in stride. Ace shows them how to make the fighting work to their advantage. She also tells other things. Contraceptives, don't-fuck-your-bunkmates, and tying off your detonation wires just so.
The first time she's kissed, she knows she's just turned nineteen.
His name is Venn now, and he's awkward and uncertain (and so is she, but she'll never tell him that) until her back is to the wall. It's quick and messy, and when he's done she feels almost bored. Blowing things up is more interesting.
Cassandra finds her afterwards, gets out the details and then laughs quietly.
The second time she's kissed, it's different.
When their training is finished, Ace gives them one last talk. Mentions daleks and baseball bats, puts her shades on and leaves.
Standing on a battlefield that has no carry-doors or hideaways, she feels small and unfortunate.
As the dalek disintegration ray takes out the soldier on her left, and she rolls, comes up and fires her useless blaster.
"Red Kangs! Red Kangs! Red Kangs are best!" Someone shrieks nearby, and she follows the useless charge.
Her name was changed when the in-betweens returned, but she still thinks of herself as Fire Escape when the death-ray pulses over her skin.
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But, yes, Ace in the Towers and Kangs and w00tage!
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*dances*
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hrm. Could be where I got the name from, but I suspect it was mythology or something.
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Actually, I think I forgot to pimp. Bad me, no cookie.
Thanks.