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  <updated>2009-11-07T21:43:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:2644</id>
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    <title>Star Trek: TNG Macros</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T21:43:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T21:43:23Z</updated>
    <category term="the next generation"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00007sft/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="320" height="210" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00007sft/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00008r87/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="320" height="210" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00008r87/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:2434</id>
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    <title>naomiphoenix @ 2009-03-10T13:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T03:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T03:25:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little drabble to go with my little macro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;The Master leant down and slid his arm around the Doctors&amp;rsquo; shoulders, pulling him close to his side. He brought his mouth close to the others ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Think of it doctor. You and Me, a New Gallifrey in the sky,&amp;rdquo; the Master proposed. The Doctor looked a little stunned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You want to settle down and have Time-Tots...WITH ME?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;He asked, startled by the suddenness of it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;The Master grabbed his tie, &amp;ldquo;Yes! Do you have a problem with that?&amp;rdquo; he said, looking like he wanted to blow something up if the Doctor didn&amp;rsquo;t give him the answer he wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, we&amp;rsquo;ll do what you want.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;It was just want the Master had always wanted to hear the Doctor say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL! The Master finally wins against the Doctor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:2258</id>
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    <title>naomiphoenix @ 2009-03-10T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T03:20:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T03:27:28Z</updated>
    <category term="11th doctor"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it. I made another one. So without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00003zgy/"&gt;&lt;img height="213" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00003zgy/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/0000418a/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the drabble version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naomiphoenix.livejournal.com/2434.html"&gt;http://naomiphoenix.livejournal.com/2434.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:1974</id>
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    <title>Just a Drabble</title>
    <published>2009-03-09T05:14:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-09T05:14:28Z</updated>
    <category term="drabble"/>
    <category term="11th doctor"/>
    <category term="sid mitchell"/>
    <category term="matt smith"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For everyone how thinks the other guy is Daniel Radcliffe (it isn&amp;rsquo;t btw, his name is Sid Mitchell) this little drabble is for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;It was night. Two young men lay side-by-side on the top of a small hill. Above them was a dazzling display of moons and stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;ldquo;There are 8 habitable planets in this system. This one and 7 of the 12 moons in orbit around it; that is why this particular system is known as the Cluttered System,&amp;rdquo; the Doctor explained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I never imagined living past my 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, let alone run into an alien.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Literally. And I have the bruises to prove it,&amp;rdquo; interrupted the Doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;Harry laughed then continued, &amp;ldquo;And joining him on his travels through time and space. &amp;nbsp;This is just breathtaking. I can think of no other way of describing it. Thank you so much for bringing me here,&amp;quot; Harry turned the look at the Doctor. It was only then he realised how beautiful the alien man looked in the planet-light. So it seemed like to completely natural thing to do when he leaned over to kiss him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rest is up to your imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00002h4h/"&gt;&lt;img height="213" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/naomiphoenix/pic/00002h4h/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:1638</id>
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    <title>Journey's End</title>
    <published>2008-07-18T22:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T23:15:29Z</updated>
    <category term="journey&amp;apos;s end"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Words Left Unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; 10.5/Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Spoilers for Journey's End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Words once spoken are said but at the same time unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; Doctor Who Series 4 Finale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Words Left Unsaid"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“And you Doctor?” He moves towards her even before she has finished speaking, “What was the end of that sentence?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He runs his hand down her arm as he whispers in her ear, as he says those three little words that the other can never say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“I love you.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;She looks at him as he straightens up; half thinking that he’s someone else until she looks into his eyes and sees the man that she has loved for so long. The man who saved her from a long, tedious and repetitive life that was going nowhere, the man who made her a better person. Now she knows that she needs to do the same for him, born in war and fire and blood, like when they first meet. Except he has one heart, one life and can stay with her forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Before she even realises what she is going, she grabs the lapels of his jackets and pulls him to her. He gives in to the kiss straight away, not holding back, wrapping his arms around her bringing her as close to him as possible. Her hands move from his jacket to wrap themselves around his neck, trying to pull herself impossibly closer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;And then they heard the sound of the TARDIS door closing and she turned away to look at it, then pulled away and ran towards it as it started fading. As the sound of the universe faded away her went to her side and took her hand, interlacing their fingers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;As they turned towards each other words from the past echoed around them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How long are you going to stay with me?” she whispers quietly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Forever,” he replied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Words left unsaid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And here is the video version of this drabble&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Words Left Unsaid Video"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3d2lO45yP5s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3d2lO45yP5s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:1458</id>
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    <title>The Adventures of Jenny - Part 2</title>
    <published>2008-05-31T04:56:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-31T04:58:23Z</updated>
    <category term="ianto jones"/>
    <category term="gwen cooper-williams"/>
    <category term="jenny"/>
    <category term="doctor who"/>
    <category term="torchwood"/>
    <category term="the doctor&amp;apos;s daughter"/>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: The Adventures of Jenny : Damsel in Distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;/? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; N/A. There will be soon though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC17 by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Spoilers, possible Adult Themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Jenny takes off from Messaline to go on adventures, hoping one day to find her father. But she runs into trouble. Luckily help is not far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; Doctor Who Series 4, episode 6. Torchwood S1&amp;amp;2&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Part 2 this way..."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Chapter One&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Jack, Ianto and Gwen were still reeling from Tosh’s goodbye video when the rift alarm sounded. Jack was the first to react, moving forward and bringing up a screen showing the rift spike’s location. Ianto cleared his throat and joined him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Reports coming through of a meteorite crashing just north of Cardiff. Some are saying it was a UFO,” he read out loud.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“No rest for the wicked then. Looks like its back to work already. Can’t have U.N.I.T. beating us to it, Owen and Tosh would never forgive us if we let that happen,” said Jack straightening up and grabbing his coat. Gwen took a deep breath and sighed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Your right. We would never be forgiven for that,” she agreed. Ianto looked a little forlorn but followed them silently out to the car.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Sometime later they made it out to the crash site. The local police and a few curious locals milled about a distance away from the crater.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Sorry folks, you’re going to have to back away,” a young constable told them as they approached the police line.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Torchwood. We’ll be taking over now. Please move your people back,” Jack ordered in a commanding tone flashing his ID. The young officer looked to his Sargent, not sure if he should obey or not. His Sargent gave him the nod but it was wasted because the remaining members of Torchwood had already ducked under the police tape and were well on their way towards the crash site. Fire-fighters had just put of a few tree fires and were about to move to check the crater when Jack told them that they were needed in Cardiff to help with the aftermath of the explosions. It wasn’t long before they had the scene to themselves.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;A short walk along a freshly dug gorge led them straight to the crashed shuttle sitting almost intact in a crater. The sound of tearing metal had them going for their guns as they approached. The shuttle door popped out and a young woman fell out with it. They waited for a moment to see if she would do anything but it quickly became obvious that she was unconscious. Ianto was the first to approach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Be careful Ianto,” Jack called after him as Ianto slipped a little, making his way into the crater. Ianto slipped his gun into his belt so he could use both hands to turn the woman over. Her blonde hair was matted with blood from a nasty looking gash just behind her hair line. Ianto gave her a quick look over for any other injuries before he lifted her into his arms, making his way carefully back up the crater wall. Jack met him halfway, putting him arm around Ianto waist to support and guide him over the craters rim. Gwen pulled a blanket out of her backpack and placed it over the woman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“She looks human,” she commented.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“It’s the most common form in the universe. We are just one species of many who have this appearance,” Jack informed her, “We better get the car in here. The less they see, the easier it will be to retcon any witnesses.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Soon enough they were on their way back to Cardiff. Jack sabotaged the ship so U.N.I.T. would not be able to us it. The woman was lying down, her head resting in Ianto’s lap, hidden in the back seat of the car when they passed a convoy of U.N.I.T. vehicles. The woman started to stir as the last truck passed by.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Hello, can you understand me,” Ianto asked gently. She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Ouch,” she mumbled, a few more blinks and then she seemed to realise something, “Where am I?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“You’re on a planet called Earth,” he told her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“So definitely not Messaline then?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“No. Is that where you are from?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Yes,” she smiled, “I’m on a different planet. That’s just brilliant,” she added breathlessly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Ianto found her smile infectious, “You left your planet to go exploring did you?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Yes. I was on my way to Anaxis 12, a market planet a few systems from Messaline. When I arrived a battle was taking place above the planet. I was caught in the middle of the crossfire. My shuttle was it a few times before I was pulled through something. I blacked out for a moment before finding myself well into your atmosphere. I only just managed to slow the shuttle up just enough to keep it in one piece. I can’t believe that it only been ten hours. It feels like a life time.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Ten hours since what?” asked Gwen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Since I was born,” she replied matter-of-factly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:1038</id>
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    <title>Inspired by The Doctor's Daughter</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T07:12:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T07:46:46Z</updated>
    <category term="jenny"/>
    <category term="doctor who"/>
    <category term="the doctor&amp;apos;s daughter"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: The Adventures of Jenny : Damsel in Distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part &lt;/strong&gt;1/? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; N/A. There will be soon though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC17 by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Spoilers, possible Adult Themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Jenny takes off from Messaline to go on adventures, hoping one day to find her father. But she runs into trouble. Luckily help is not far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; Doctor Who Series 4, episode 6. Torchwood S1&amp;amp;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This has been re-edited. It felt wrong to me taking away Jenny's innocent by giving her the Doctor's memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Follow the cut..."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Prologue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Cline had just placed the pillow under Jenny’s head when she suddenly gasped, exhaling terraforming gas and golden light before her eyes flew open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;“Hello boys,” she grinned before throwing off the sheet and taking off in a run. When Cline and the Hath finally snapped out of their shock and gave chase, Jenny was well ahead of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;“The shuttle,” Cline realized, moving over to the intercom, “Jenny, what ya doing? Comeback.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;“Sorry, can’t stop. Whatcha gonna do? Tell my dad?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;“But where are you going?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;“Oh, I’ve got the whole universe,” the shuttle took off, “Planets to save, Civilisations to rescue, Creatures to defeat...and an awful lot of running to do.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Jenny shut off the intercom before Cline could protest further. ‘Who wants to be stuck one planet for the rest of their life. Definately not me,’ she thought, scanning the navigation computers screen for a planet that looked interesting. She settled for Anaxis 12, a planet whose profile boosted was the best planet market in galaxy. A place where you could find anything your heart desired.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seconds later she was on her way. Yawning, she set the alarm to wake her a few minutes before she was set to arrive and settled herself more comfortably into the leather seat. The healing process had taken up quite a lot of energy and the initial euphoria of returning to life fading; fell into a deep, healing sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Only to be rudely awakened sometime later when the alarm sounded, but it wasn’t the alarm informing her that she had arrived at her destination. It was the alarm informing her that her shuttle was coming under attack. She was thrown roughly around the small cockpit as the stolen shuttle was clipped by a laser shot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Oh dear, oh dear. This is not good, so not good,” Jenny mumbled to herself, checking the computer to find out where she was. She had made it to Anaxis 12 but it seemed that the planet was at war or at least there was one beginning fought above it. Two great fleets fired upon each other, the planet below was covered in great fires. Wreckage of ships that had already been destroyed fell through the atmosphere like meteorites, the larger ones leaving craters in the planet. The great market she was hoping to explore was up in flames and she was in danger of being the same.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Another laser strike hit one of the engines and the shuttle went into a spin, the fiery, pock-marked planet spun in front of her, coming closer and closer. Then an explosion rocked the entire ship violently and everything went black for the hours old woman once more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:937</id>
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    <title>My second video</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T01:01:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T01:01:38Z</updated>
    <category term="donna noble"/>
    <category term="babylon zoo"/>
    <category term="david tennant"/>
    <category term="doctor who"/>
    <category term="catherine tate"/>
    <category term="spaceman"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made up&amp;nbsp;a second music video. This one is a Doctor Who MV. It only took me&amp;nbsp;a few hours to make this time.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:naomiphoenix:533</id>
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    <title>I have uploaded to YouTube</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T04:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T04:38:49Z</updated>
    <category term="gareth david-lloyd"/>
    <category term="ianto jones"/>
    <category term="janto"/>
    <category term="youtube"/>
    <category term="john barrowman"/>
    <category term="captain jack harkness"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded my first music video to YouTube. I'm very proud of it. It is a Jack/Ianto (Torchwood) MV. It took me two days to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also made a warning video for seduff, who I have a subscription too. She has been plagarised this time. Last time it was someone stealing a video of her's (I say stealing because she wasn't given çredit).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What purpose does it serve, really?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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