Title: Truth, Justice
Rating: R
Characters: Owen/Superman
Warnings: dubcon (AMTDI)
A/N: Mandr wanted Superman/Owen. So I wrote her some. :)

"It's like this," Jack had said. "If any of the rest of us go, we're going to fall in love with him. Can't help it," he added, rubbing the fading Super-hickey on his neck.

"Fine," Owen had grumbled. "Now, you said this green shit acts as a natural counter-agent to the alien, right?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Fucker LIED. The green shit only made Kal weaken, and look at Owen with wounded blue eyes, and Owen couldn't stand it, couldn't face hurting him. Already he was pulling the rock away, hurtling it as far as he could from them, as Kal gasped for air.

"Thank you," whispered Kal, and Owen's heart fluttered against all reason.

"Well, you know."

Owen slung one of Kal's arms over his shoulder as they began the trek back towards the city. America wasn't so bad, he reckoned, not with gorgeous alien blokes on guard. Jack's voice echoed in his head again, something about Kryptonian pheromones, but Jack was always talking shit, wasn't he? Kal was warm against Owen, and he was smiling into Owen's neck as they walked, and Owen liked it, liked making Kal happy and proud.

"You did the right thing," said Kal, as they rested against a tree. It ought to have sounded cheesy and stupid, but Owen's chest swelled up even further.

Owen didn't know what to say, feeling both like a tiny ant against this giant of a good man, and also like the most special person in all the world because Superman was complimenting him. Feeling brave, bold even, he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against the perfect, firm mouth. Kal responded after a second, and his breath was sweet and his mouth tasted like sunshine and like berries Owen had devoured as a kid, and Ianto was never going to let him live this down after all the "Of course you're gay, you're fucking a man" comments.

Then Kal's hand was cradling his chin, and Owen stopped giving a shit. The Doctor was an alien, and Jack would give anything to shag him, and Jack himself was born on another planet, so really, was Owen doing anything the others wouldn't? Kal moved his tongue just so, and Owen moaned.

Later, Ianto asked him, "So, was it the truth, the justice, or the American way that got him into your pants?"

"Fuck you, Jones." He rubbed his neck. His wasn't going to fade nearly as fast as Jack's had. Oh well.

Title: If a Tree Falls in a Timeloop
Rating: R
Characters: John/Gwen/Jack
A/N: Foxy needed a cheer-up 'fic.

John's mouth is hard, which she remembers from their first poisoned kiss, but his hands are soft against her shoulders, so perfectly gentle she can't imagine it's the same man. Jack's lips are in her hair, and his hands are stroking John's upper arms like he's petting a large cat. Gwen feels John's coldness against her cheek, Jack's heat at her back radiating through both their shirts.

Jack breathes in her ear: "The timeloop will reset in two hours."

"Let's not waste it," she says, and John gives a throaty chuckle as he reaches for the buttons of her blouse.

Title: Hell, Yeah! (erm, more a working title than anything else)
Rating: PG
Characters: Eugene Jones, Dalek Beta
A/N: Blue (being all anon and stuff) wanted Eugene to meet the felicitating dalek. I kept misreading "felicitating."

Eugene left the shop with his hands empty. Mum wanted a particular scent this year for Christmas, showed him the bottle and told him the brand, and do any of these places still have some? Of course not. He found the stupid bloody robot ball his brother wanted, not a proper Transformer at all, but Mum was going to be disappointed.

Eugene didn't like thinking about how much his Mum was disappointed in him already.

He kicked a lamppost as he walked by it, annoyed with himself. He'd buy her flowers on his way home, and he'd try better next year.

The air in front of him flashed, and --

"EMERGENCY TEMPORAL SHIFT COMPLETED. ACCESSING LOCAL SOURCES FOR CURRENT LOCATION."

Eugene's mouth fell open. An alien! An alien robot! In front of him! "I come in peace!" he said to the alien, as others on the street looked on curiously.

Two kids walked over, dragging their mum. "Lookit! S'nalien!"

"It's street theatre, dears," she said in a tired voice, forcing them away.

The robot, which resembled a large Art Deco pepper pot with an emphasis on toilet fixtures, revolved one long eyestem at him, and Eugene pressed back. "WHAT IS THE DATE?"

"What?"

"WHAT IS THE DATE?"

"It's, uh, Christmas Eve," stammered Eugene.

The eyestem watched him, and fear trickled into Eugene's thoughts. Aliens were amazing, and his biggest wish was happening right now, but a tiny voice that sounded more than a bit like his Mum perked up in the back of his mind letting him know he was probably about to die messily.

The inner voice also asked him about the current cleanliness of his boxer shorts.

Then the alien robot produced a red Father Christmas hat out of nowhere, and plopped it onto Eugene's head.

"FELICITATE! FELICITATE!"

Eugene's palms began to sweat. "But ... I mean, you're a robot! You don't have a ... " He watched the doodah roller nervously, wondering if it would even fit into his mouth.

"FELICITATE! AND UNLIKELY OMNIPOTENT SUPERNATURAL BEING PROVIDE FAVOUR FOR ALL." It paused. "EVERY ONE!"

The alien vanished in another flash, leaving Eugene on the street with a floppy red velour hat. A floppy red alien velour hat. This was so going into his collection.

A/N: Solstice wrote a followup Dalek story with Dalek Beta Does the New Year for ME! So that made it extra awesome.

Title: News at Eleven
Rating: R (language)
Characters: Suzie, Tosh (Suzie/Tosh?)
A/N: Blue wanted Suzie with a surprise guest, either Tosh or the Risen Mitten. I did this one, Lioness did the other. :D

Suzie's flat fills with a warm, good smell. She'd say it reminds her of Christmastime when she was a child, but her memories aren't pleasant to relive. The microwave beeps at her, and she burns her fingers on the ready meal's tray.

God, this is depressing. Maybe she should go in and take the shift for Jack.

The doorbell rings. If Owen is fucking drunk again …

"Hi." Tosh's smile is hopeful as she holds up a bag. "I brought Chinese."

Suzie opens a bottle, and they split the food and the wine, and make a memory of their own.