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Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton
Prompt: 081 How?
Word Count: 298
Rating: PG
Summary: How dare they?
Author's Notes: Spoilers for The Keys of Marinus.

Prompt #081- How?

“Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.”

Ian’s hands tightened around her neck as the brains repeated the same command over and over. She struggled and choked out his name: a plea for help. His eyes stared straight through her; there was nothing behind them.

Hot rage suddenly flared within her and gave her strength. She knocked his hands away from her and staggered backwards against the table that held the delicate life-support equipment.

At that moment, Barbara was the angriest she had ever been; she couldn’t remember hating anything as much as she hated these abominations. She wanted to strike out; to hurt them; to destroy them. How dare they?

The flat monotone rose to an anguished scream as she destroyed the equipment which stood on the table and moved on to the brains’ glass cases, blindly hitting out with the jug she’d snatched up. How dare they?

He was her one link with her life on Earth; the foundation that kept her sane in this new life; the one dependable constant. Ian was gone; they had taken him from her. She had run to him for comfort and he had betrayed her. The marks of his fingers burned on her throat and arms, just as the fury burned within her. What right did they have to do this to them? How dare they?

The scream abruptly died away.
She fell against the table as the fury drained away and exhaustion overtook her.
Ian, solid, dependable Ian, reached out for her; confused and bewildered, he needed her, and she saw the horrified realization dawn on him as he saw the red marks on her neck.
“Barbara…”
They held each other tightly, each seeking and receiving the same reassurance.
“It’s alright, Ian. It’s alright now.”
And, somehow, it was.

Title: Once upon a time
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Barbara Wright, Ian Chesterton
Prompt: 083 And
Word Count: 233
Rating: G
Summary: It isn't a fairytale beginning, but everything begins sometime.

Prompt #083- And

Once upon a time…

It isn’t a fairytale beginning but everything begins sometime.

There were two friends…

It isn’t love at first sight, but they enjoy each other’s company.
They were ordinary people…

She isn’t a princess; he isn’t a knight: they don’t need to be anything other than themselves.

…with ordinary lives…

They work and play and laugh and love and live their lives the best way they can.
…until one November night…

Many years later, they tell their grandchildren the story of that night in the junkyard, just as they told their children; preserving and passing on their memories of an unearthly child, her grandfather, and a mysterious blue box in the form of fantastical bedtime stories.

They tell tales full of adventures; tales of hopes and fears; love and loss; life and death.

It’s not a usual fairy tale. Right and wrong often aren’t light and night; sometimes you can’t help; happy endings don’t always fall into your lap.
But in the end…

It doesn’t end, not really. But it turns out well in the end.

They started their new, ordinary, lives…

They work and play and laugh and love and live their lives the best way they can.
…together…

She’s been a princess; he’s been her knight: they treasure the memories, but they don’t need to be anything other than Barbara and Ian.

And they lived happily ever after.

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