“Bowman, pull up!” he called, cupping a hand around his mouth with his right hand to save Zepheera from the worst of the shout. “Lose ‘er in the canopy and meet us outside the TARDIS!” With that, the Doctor hurried back the way they’d come.
“We can’t leave him alone with her!” Zepheera protested even as she flattened herself to the Doctor’s shoulder for stability.
“Oh, he’ll be fine! He’s got the fastest wings in Wellwood, remember?”
“Oh, I don’t think you’d be too shabby,” she put in encouragingly. “Even with your wings, there’s loads of places you could–”
A SLAM cut her sentence short and caused Bowman’s wings to flare out entirely as the Doctor burst back into the TARDIS, followed by him rushing around the console flipping switches and throwing levers on the way.
“Fell through the rift again,” he explained shortly, teeth clenched in concentration as he worked the controls. “Came pretty close this time, though! I think we can beat that time! Hang on to something, you two! Allons-y!” Bowman stared at him in confusion and shock.
The Doctor blinked at Bowman’s sudden jaunt, following him to the coral-like support he was now hiding in. In retrospect, he should’ve seen this coming; Zepheera had done the same thing her first time on the TARDIS, except she didn’t have wings.
“Watch out!” warned Zepheera, whose attention was toward the opposite direction. The Doctor had just enough time to notice the green blur shooting towards him and dodge smoothly out of its way, quickly reaching out with both hands to stop it before it could get too far.
“So close!” he groused as he turned to jog back to the TARDIS. They had a lock on the signal, so finding it again would be easy. But that was the last thing on Zepheera’s mind.
“Doctor?” she piped up, making an effort to keep her voice steady in spite of the worry coursing through her entire being.
“There’s something I should tell you…”
Happy Pride Month from the BTaS Bbys!
Art by @Iamthetwickster, thanks again for a wonderful commission!
Partially inspired by the headcanon that the Tenth Doctor is demisexual, which I subscribe to. Credit to @tenscupcake for that ❤ Zepheera, too, is demisexual as well as biromantic.
Admittedly, Zepheera had gotten a little sidetracked. The borrower had resisted all the other distractions the forest had to offer, but this was different. A flash of green zooming past in the distance, moving much too fast to be a bird. She followed its path curiously while the Doctor carried on, muttering to himself.
So it’s been a while since I’ve done much of anything on this blog ^^; School had consumed pretty much my entire existence so I’ve been behind on prompts and shirking the Zepheera-Visions, and I’ve also gotten myself deeply involved with the @brothersapart universe.
But that’s not all I’ve been up to.
Introducing Borrowed Magic, my first co-written AU in the BTaS universe!
Art © @lotminx [Deviantart] a lovely commission of the babs
@neonthewrite has lent me her Bowman to join in the shenanigans of my borrower OC Zepheera and the Tenth Doctor in my crossover series Borrowed Time and Space. Fittingly enough, we’ve named this AU Borrowed Magic.
I’ve poked at ideas for AUs of BTaS before, mostly to allow for interactions with more of the Tenth Doctor’s companions, but this one has the potential for so much fun. Not only is Bowman a spitfire of a sassball, but it’s interesting to throw yet another non-human companion into the mix! His life in Wellwood has in no way prepared him for travel in time and space, and it doesn’t help that he’s the youngest and the smallest on board (due to the slight scale difference, Zepheera ends up a whole half-inch taller than the sprite, much to his annoyance).
This is a young AU, but Neon and I do have plans in store for these dorks. I’ll start posting excerpts semi-regularly, and we’ll take any questions involving the AU!
For now, here’s a sneak peek at our first completed story!
“Zepheera, answer me!”
Who is Zepheera?
The insistent call deepened the concerned frown on Bowman’s face. He watched the tall man with hardly-blinking eyes for a moment before registering that there could be another human out there. That made his wings fan open and closed as he scanned the forest for another giant nearby.
He was thinking he might have to fly a short distance to find another giant crashing around in the woods. Keeping track of all intruders was imperative for the safety of the village. Bowman turned, aiming to look behind himself first.
He did a double take at the sight of someone on the branch with him.
“Spirit’s dance!” he yelped, flinching backwards. He stumbled off the end of the branch, but his wings caught him easily, flaring open and pulling him back up to hover level with one of the strangest people he’d ever seen. They had skin that looked a bit pale compared to his own, but not as pale as the tall human a distance away. Most important was the lack of any sort of wings on their back, despite otherwise being sprite-sized.
“What … who are you?!”
Look out for Part 2 of this update, coming soon
I don’t think it would ever happen in canon, but I am always down for noncanon prompts! Even if I’m behind on the ones I already have, which are coming along, I promise.
Honestly, I’d never thought of a situation like that. Zepheera’s mother Klerida is a fiery spirit and certainly wouldn’t be an exception to the trend of the Doctor getting slapped by his companion’s mothers. His poor cheek!
But man, would he be honored to meet Zeph’s dad. He’s a much gentler soul than Klerida, but also determined and the incurable optimist. They’d definitely get along if given enough time together.
Who knows, this might pop up as a drabble one day. Thanks for the idea!
My writing buddies @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite and I are taking questions all weekend! More info here! Ask us stuff!
Zepheera was utterly exhausted.
While technically her companions did all the running from the Master’s threats, the four and a half inch tall woman was in an equal state of adrenaline, hanging on tight to her Time Lord’s collar in order to not be thrown off in all the chaos.
Hours later, she sat on Captain Jack Harkness’ shoulder, mostly so she could speak more directly to the Doctor for once. They had finally reached a place of safety, and the captain just returned with hastily scavenged food, a few bags of chips.
Jack lifted a chip to his shoulder, smirking at the pun while Zepheera took it. She eyed it suspiciously; she didn’t often have access to fried food, and when she did it was usually old and mushy and a real hassle for a borrower to eat.
When she expressed her concern, the Doctor vouched for the chips. “Actually, they’re not bad,” he said, munching on another. “Go on, give it a try.”
With a thoughtful frown at the chip in her lap, nearly tall enough to reach Zepheera’s shoulder, she gave a shrug and broke off a small portion of the tip. If she didn’t like it after all, she could always give whatever she didn’t finish to one of the humans.
She gave it a small nibble, and soon found herself finishing her portion, breaking off another piece for seconds.
Borrowed Time and Space 