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I am so fucking sick of having to go to bed at sodding 9 PM to get to work at sodding 6 AM. I am so looking for another job. I enjoyed working there but I'm done. I want to spend time with my friends and Mum and be able to leisurely spend my evenings writing, not frantically watching the clock and going, "okay, only one hour to bed, okay can't stay up longer so I must finish this sentence".

Mum is laughing at me and my hatred of mornings. Apparently she totally knew this would be the thing to make me jobhunt again. Yeah yeah, bravo, Mum, you're psychic.

In other news, I'm writing what will eventually be Porn Without Plot. LONG ASS FIC that is also PWP, yeah, because while it is long, it's meandering and I have no idea what the conclusion will be. FML.

Relatedly, I have a google doc titled "characterization notes from the EDAs" which is basically all the passages of the EDAs that I really like copied into a doc. This bit from Coldheart remains my absolute favorite moment I've read yet.

‘I feel awful,’ said Fitz. ‘I don’t mind admitting it. Awful.’
He was sitting on the end of a low, wide bench in the Doctor’s room. The rest of the room – one wall a mosaic, one a large picture window, a high ceiling and lots of artistic pots dotted around the place – was slowly turning around his head.
He held his head in his hands and shut his eyes. Slowly.
‘Hangover,’ said Compassion without a trace of sympathy. ‘I know what’ll help.’
Fitz instantly raised one of his hands to ward her off. ‘Oh no. I know you. Any hangover cure you come up with is bound to involve pain.’ He groaned. ‘Anyway, how can I have a hangover from a fag, for heaven’s sake?’
‘I told you,’ said the Doctor. ‘Different metabolism. Whatever weeds formed the basis of that Eskoni tobacco must act as a narcotic to human biochemistry. Probably raises the levels of encephalins in the brain.’
‘Only you could get scientific about a thick head,’ muttered Fitz.
The Doctor just smiled and continued to stare into the black oval of glass that formed the room’s huge window. In its reflection Fitz could see that the Time Lord was playing with the antiquated fob watch that hung on a silver chain from his waistcoat pocket. He kept whirling it around his finger, so that the watch spun in an accelerating spiral towards his hand as the chain grew shorter, and then back out again.
‘It’s not just science,’ the Doctor said. ‘It’s magic.’
Fitz frowned irritably. ‘What?’
‘Intoxication,’ said the Doctor, still twirling the fob watch. ‘Inebriation, whatever you want to call it. It needn’t just be caused by ingesting harmful substances. Your own attitude and circumstances can have the same effect.’
‘Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those people who say “I can get drunk on good company, I don’t need booze”,’ Fitz moaned. Fascinated despite his throbbing head, he squinted at the spinning watch.
The Doctor pursed his lips and shrugged. ‘Please yourself.’
‘I just did,’ said Fitz miserably. ‘Now I’m paying for it.’
‘The thing about getting drunk on nothing,’ continued the Doctor blithely, gradually increasing the momentum of the watch until it was nothing more than a flashing gold disc, ‘is that there’s no hangover.’
The watch stopped suddenly as the Doctor whipped the chain in and caught it. For a second he held the watch still, the light from the ceiling lamp catching it so that it flashed brilliantly right in Fitz’s vision. Fitz blinked. When he opened his eyes, the watch was back in its pocket.
And his head felt totally clear.
‘Whu–’
‘Magic,’ whispered the Doctor. ‘Now that we’ve sorted that out, there’s something I want you to do for me.’
It was incredible. The pounding headache, the dizziness – all gone. Zip. Zilch. For a second Fitz felt a bit odd about that, but then he realised that he did, in fact, feel better than ever. Fitz looked up at the Doctor, smiling faintly.
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘Of course. It’s either that or the hangover.’ He reached for the fob watch again.
‘No!’ cried Fitz dramatically.

FUCKING MAGIC. And all just to cure Fitz's hangover. Why do I find that so adorable, seriously.

-Lucy

PS: Someone should write a five ways along the lines of Five NuWho Episodes That Would Have Been Totally Different With Eight'n'Fitz. Admittedly, I mostly just want to do "Parting of the Ways" and have Fitz ask, "be honest now, was it a necessary procedure to snog me or were you just having a go?" BECAUSE I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED THIS.

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That sort of thing actually reappears in some later one, although I forget which. I really must keep track of whether the Doctor does Magic Painkillers on anyone else or if it's only Fitz. I somehow formed the fanon that it only works on Fitz without having seen that, yes, he's used it twice and only ever on Fitz. He does it again in The Deadstone Memorial, after getting Fitz's wrist broken, then getting rather impatient when Fitz insists he'd rather be left behind than run around with a smashed-up wrist:
The Doctor’s only response was to grab Fitz’s wrist – ‘Yeeeooww!’ – and place
his other hand firmly on Fitz’s head. ‘Youwillnotfeelanypain,’ he said.
Fitz blinked. ‘What did you say?’
‘It’s an old Red Indian trick,’ said the Doctor tersely. ‘On your feet.’
‘He’s right,’ said Fitz, laughing suddenly. ‘The pain’s gone. Completely!’ He
clambered to his feet with help from Trix. ‘Unbelievable. . . ’

(Red Indians. WTF. Why so racist, Doctor?!)

I kind of wonder if maybe it only works because of Interference II and whatnot... I mean, he only ever tries it on Fitz. But we're then left with the question of how he knows it wouldn't work on anyone else. The other obvious options are that he either doesn't like to use it and reserves it for people he really, really cares about, or it's powered by luuurve. In this case, the kind of luuurve that means bossing around the person you love for the sake of the universe and picking on them because it's funny.

Edited 2010-05-17 00:56 (UTC)

(wtf indeed. :surprised laugh:)

Since the TARDIS recreated Fitz and the Doctor and the TARDIS are very closely linked, you would think there would be some sort of effect there. There should be fic about that. I mean, the EDAs do sometimes like to go on about how Fitz and the Doctor are practically able to read each others' minds anyway.