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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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Not quite what you were looking for but...

[(Anonymous)]

Donna was confused. When the woman standing in front of her had knocked on the front door, Donna had assumed she was selling insurance or was from a very organised looking cult. She wore a suit and had very... professional looking hair. Not really the sort of person who just dropped by for tea at their house, Donna had mused. And what was even stranger was her Grandad’s reaction to her, he had bustled her away into the kitchen without a word and closed the door firmly on his granddaughter. Twenty minutes later, the girl had emerged, her eyes red rimmed but determined. Donna heard the back door slam as Wilf left the house, leaving her alone with this stranger.
Donna felt uneasy. The woman smiled and shook Donna’s hand as she introduced herself as a doctor, and at the cool touch of her hand, thousands of memories flashed through Donna’s mind. She closed her eyes momentarily and swayed a little.
“What did you say your name was?”
The girl twisted the ring on her wedding finger round and round, avoiding Donna’s gaze.
“Well?”
She slid it off, placed it on the mantelpiece and turned to face Donna.
“Martha. Martha Jones.”
The same memories tore through Donna’s mind again and again, a bright white light blinding her thoughts.
“What? You… who… I know you from somewhere! Where?!
You... you tell me now or I’ll… I’ll… scream for help.”
Martha’s eyes widened as she put her finger to her lip,
“Shhh, Donna! That’s the last thing we need!”
Donna backed onto the sofa and stared blankly ahead.
“What are you doing here? What year is it? What's going on? Where's my grandad? And... who is the Doctor?”
Martha slid down beside her and put her arm around Donna's shaking shoulders,
“I told you” she said simply, “I am the Doctor.”
Donna’s tearstained face looked at her earnestly and Martha smiled, stroking a few tears away from her eyes.
“Don’t worry Donna,” she whispered in her ear as her hand slid across Donna’s stomach and down into her jeans, “I’ll help you remember.”

Re: Not quite what you were looking for but...

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, this is lovely! Thank you so much for writing, I love it. :)