A/N:

I love Seven and Ace - but alas, here they may only have a drabble's worth of writing.
All of Seven's titles are here; the leftover word in this case was 'Fenric,' which thus claimed the position of title.

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Fenric

"Greatest show in the galaxy, this battlefield of survival." The Doctor lay in the grass by the delta and tipped his hat in remembrance of the Daleks; time and the Rani had both cursed him with sarcasm when rubbing elbows with death. He looked up at the sun. "Paradise!"

Ace towered over him where he lay, flattened as a fallen bannerman from some forgotten war. Her eyes burned into him like dragonfire. "And who are you, Professor," she asked cynically, "the happiness patrol?"

"No, merely contentment's silver ghost, light on the mere, my dear nemesis. Here, help me up."

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