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Santiago question

chasepan — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 08:53:58 GMT

It is said that Santiago has a dad who is on tour with a gay dad's organization. Is the dad gay? Is Santiago gay? Or one of his siblings? Is the dad Jo's son? Is the mom Jo's daughter?

should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind...

airie_fairy — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:15:23 GMT

Just dropping by a link with a clip from the commentary on the upcoming DVD for The Green Death. It's a snippet of conversation between Katy and RTD, and they hit all sorts of awesomely relevant topics, such as the ferocity of Jo's love, how she may have been the companion with the most pronounced growth arc at that point, and how she and the Doctor may have had "something between them," making note of how similar Cliff was to him. It definitely made me all happy; enjoy!

Fic: Communication

infiniteth — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 20:43:43 GMT

Title: Communication
Author: infiniteth
Rating: PG
Pairing: Doctor/Jo
Warnings: Spoilers for 'The Green Death' and allusions to 'The Big Bang'. Ignores 'Death of the Doctor' and Jo's character history post-'The Green Death'.
Summary: Despite it all, Jo waits for her Doctor. One day, he returns.

When Jo ran into that strange young man, her papers scattering across a busy street, she was further away from UNIT than she had ever been.

screencaps: pertwee era (incomplete)

bodyline — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 04:20:05 GMT

Doctor Who
The Third Doctor
Spearhead from Space, The Three Doctors, Carnival of Monsters, Frontier in Space, Planet of the Daleks, The Green Death

(All here.)

Fic: The Importance of Family

paranoidangel42 — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 11:55:31 GMT

Title: The Importance of Family
Rating: G
Characters: Jo
Summary: Jo has important things to do
Spoilers for SJA: Death of the Doctor

Once the taxi rounded the corner and Jo couldn't see Sarah Jane's house any more, she turned and sat down properly on the seat. "I haven't done that sort of thing in years," she said, starting to feel the adrenaline rush fading.

Santiago smiled. "It was so great to meet the Doctor from all your stories."

Jo's adventures with the Doctor had made great tales to tell her children when they were young. And then when they started having children of their own she told them to her grandchildren too. Even with Cliff's corroboration, they hadn't always believed them as they got older, but Santiago had been a boy who wanted to believe even if he wasn't quite sure. Now he could tell his cousins it was all true.

"Of course he was different back then. He's regenerated since I last saw him." She smiled, remembering the Doctor as he was for a moment. But she didn't want to dwell on the Doctor for too long, otherwise she'd regret leaving him again, so she changed the subject. "Clyde and Rani were nice too."

He nodded. "I can't believe they do that sort of thing all the time."

Jo wasn't sure if that was jealousy or excitement or something else she detected in Santiago's voice. "Do you want to stay? We can go back, if you like." Sarah Jane had plenty of room in her house, Jo was sure she wouldn't mind. And Jo had enjoyed herself too - she found she'd quite like to go on a few adventures like she'd had in the old days.

Santiago shook his head. "No, I like my life and I don't think I'd want to go to school." He wrinkled his nose at the idea and Jo laughed. Sometimes he reminded her of herself at that age. "I just wish I got to go home at the end of the day," he said, turning away from her and facing the front.

She looked over at him. Despite the unusual life he led, he looked fine and healthy, and he had been happy until now. Although he was at the age when children rebelled and Jo had learnt from experience not to force them and risk losing them. "We don't have to go to Norway, we can just go home if you like."

"It's not that." He sighed. "I just wish I got to see my parents more often, that's all."

"Oh, Santiago." Jo pulled him towards her and hugged him. "We won't go to Norway," she said making her decision on an impulse. "We'll go to Japan and see your mother."

He shook his head and pulled out of her arms. "No, it's too important not to go."

"The fate of the planet is never more important than you." She'd thought he'd known that, but it never hurt to remind him. "But if you think it's that important then I'll go to Norway and you go to Japan." She knew he was sensible enough to be trusted on his own.

"I can't do that. I promised Grandpa I'd look after you."

Cliff did worry about her when she wasn't with him, just as she worried about him. "I'll be fine on my own. I don't always get into trouble, you know."

He looked sceptical.

"I'll be having words with your Grandpa when I see him next." Her tone was scolding, but her smile wasn't. "I'll do that after Norway," she said softly. It had been too long since she'd last seen Cliff. And being told the Doctor was dead had made her wonder what could happen to her husband. Or any of her family. "I think it's past time we all got together," she decided. "We'll have a big family get-together at Christmas. I'll make sure everyone's there."

Santiago smiled at last. "I'm glad I have you, Gran."

"Oh, me too." Jo hugged him again. The Doctor wasn't dead and she was going to see her husband and children and grandchildren soon. The planet might always be in danger, but everything was all right with the world.

screencaps: doctor who "the three doctors"

bodyline — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 02:44:14 GMT

Doctor Who
The Three Doctors

(complete episode)

Death of the Doctor, Part II

airie_fairy — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 16:48:43 GMT

Hello, this here's the reaction space for the second half of the SJA episode Death of the Doctor. Once again, individual posts of all kinds, if any, are also welcome.

I really love that picture. It's perfect for the purposes.

Death of the Doctor, Part I

airie_fairy — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 16:47:04 GMT

I could've used an SJA promo shot, but I love this fanart.

I figure now is a safe time. This is the discussion post for the SJA episode Death of the Doctor, part I. This is your space to squee or rant or post links or images or whatever, or all of these things. And individual reaction posts are also welcome. And fine, here:

Wait for it...

airie_fairy — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 02:58:18 GMT

So, apparently Sarah doesn't like the direction UNIT has taken of late.

some stuff

airie_fairy — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 17:14:41 GMT

An interview with Matt Smith and Katy Manning, most notably with some character spoilers for Jo. Also, some slightly different promo shots from Radio Times. The one featured is especially adorable.

I updated the tagging system, aren't you proud of me? It was all in aid of academic procrastination.

So many, many things.

airie_fairy — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 21:43:40 GMT

I don't know why it didn't register sooner -- like, yesterday -- to make this post. Apologies for sucking.

Katy Manning in Death of the Doctor

link to further promo shots

Next time trailer:

Episode trailer:

Spoiler reactions/implications in comments, so be careful, y'all.

tick tock

airie_fairy — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 00:36:06 GMT

From Blogtor Who, a review with some vague Jo-related (and vague other) spoilers from the screening event of the relevant upcoming episode. Now, I'm off to watch Marco Polo.

A preview clip.

airie_fairy — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 00:52:28 GMT

I'll just assume those interested will already know what it's from. Thanks to hhertzof for the tip. =D

So far, Jo's trademark brand of spunk from old school seems to have been retained (as, apparently, has her style!). I approve.

Oh my GOD it's a post.

airie_fairy — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 16:03:58 GMT

Taken from darkestboy at doctoreleven, who in turn got it from the latest issue of Doctor Who Magazine, here are the episode titles for the coming series of SJA. The one of interest is in bold and italics and if I knew how to make it light up, I would.

4.1/4.2: The Nightmare Man
Written by Joseph Lidster
Directed by Joss Agnew
Guest starring Julian Bleach as the Nightmare Man

4.3/4.4: The Vault of Secrets
Written by Phil Ford
Directed by Joss Agnew
Guest starring Cheryl Campbell as Ocean Waters

4.5/4.6: Death of the Doctor
Written by Russell T Davies
Directed by Ashley Way
Guest starring Matt Smith as the Doctor and Katy Manning as former Third Doctor companion Jo Grant

4.7/4.8: The Empty Planet
Written by Gareth Roberts
Directed by Ashley Way
Guest starring Joe Mason as Gavin

4.9/4.10: Lost in Time
Written by Rupert Laight
Directed by Joss Agnew
Guest starring Cyril Nri as the Mysterious Shopkeeper.

4.11/4.12: Goodbye, Sarah Jane Smith
Written by Gareth Roberts and Clayton Hickman
Directed by Joss Agnew
Guest starring Julie Graham as Ruby White.

Anyway, nice bunch of names, eh?

Spoilers for SJA

violet_lane — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 19:17:17 GMT

Hello everyone! I just wanted to share the news and squee that Jo Grant will be on Sarah Jane Adventures!

http://popculturezoo.com/archives/5831

I'm incredibly excited to see what her role will be! Hopefully we can find out what she's been up to all this time.

Fic: Sweetest

primsong — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 16:22:41 GMT

Title: Sweetest
Rating: G
Characters: Jo, with Three and a cameo by Benton
Wordcount: 12,861 in 6 chapters
Summary: When bee-boxes turn up mysteriously empty of their honey, the Doctor and Jo are sent out to find out why.

A/N: This little Three/Jo tale mostly from Jo's point of view started off as a small vignette for Valentine’s day, hence the double scoops of fluff in the resulting story. Relatively gentle with a touch of foreshadowing for upcoming changes in her next trip out toward Wales.

Link to Sweetest at Teaspoon

Fic: Never Alone in This

ophelia_winters — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:20:27 GMT

Title: Never Alone in This
Rating: G
Summary: When Martha went around the world to spread word about the Doctor, other companions did their part. This is Jo's mission during that time.

He looked blankly out the window, a small glimmer of thought barely visible in his eyes. He was rigid and almost hadn't felt his wife's soft, petite hand cover his, he finally blinked and smiled at her, squeezing her hand tightly.
"They've found us, haven’t they?" she asked quietly, nudging his shoulder with her chin affectionately. He nodded then glanced back out the window, narrowing his eyes. With his free hand he tapped the windowsill, but stopped abruptly and pulled his wife closer, as though warming her from a non-existent chill. "The Brig said that the tunnel would be cleared by now." He said suddenly, not looking at her.
Her head snapped up suddenly, "Did he?"
He nodded again, "I believe so." He paused. "Wake Matthew, the shaft is probably the only hope we have left."
She stood with him until he looked down and her and smiled reassuringly, regardless of their likely assassination that was zooming towards the house while they stood there, holding each other like nothing was wrong. She gave him a swift peck on the cheek then walked towards the sofa that bore her sleeping son.
"Matthew," she bent over him and shook his shoulder, not noticing her husband lean over the window frame and close his eyes, a beaten man. The Youngman rubbed his eyes and squinted to make out the figure of his mother in the darkness of the room.
"What is it, Mum?" he grumbled, sitting up sleepily, hair flat on one side from where he'd been resting his head.
"It's time to go sweetheart." She said pulling him up from the sofa. He towered over her and looked at her in disbelief. "Why? We just got here yesterday!"
"They've found us they'll be here soon."
His eyes widened but his jaw was tightly held shut.
"C'mon, love, 'round back." She took her son's hand and led him out of the room. Her husband followed, he was the only one who knew just how slim their chances were the moment he left the room. As soon as they turned the corner to the hallway, their steps quickened and before they knew it, they were running. They finally reached the broom closet. The older man reached to open it. Inside was the classic, 'spy movie' elevator…but lower budget as some would say- it was more a airshaft, to be frank. He quickly knocked the brooms and mop out of the way, and yanked the metal grating out of the wall, revealing an uncomfortable looking square tunnel.
"What's this doin' here?" Matthew asked, incredulously. His mother turned to him and explained while her husband programmed the destination into the small control inside. "It's a kind of elevator tunnel that goes sideways, bit like a train; it'll transport us somewhere safe. UNIT put it here while you were at University."
"But I thought we were safe now! You heard that thing about that Jones girl! Tomorrow everything will be alright! Why do we need to go?"
Before anyone could answer him, there was the sound of glass breaking coming from the room they'd been in. They all looked around, alarmed.
"There you go, there's your answer. Now get in Matthew." The man said, and tried to remain as calm as usual. Matthew clambered in and pulled his knees up to his chest to make room. His mother was about to take her husband's helping hand to get in when she noticed the problem, the shaft was too small, it had been built for two. She stared at her husband, terrified. Words failed her as she read his eyes. He'd known, known that it would only take two and he hadn't told her so that she wouldn't object to what he was about to do until it was too late.
"No!" she wailed, the sound of walls being smashed in the search for them only added to her state of hysteria. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "Dear, you are know that there is no other way. Now, don't waste time. Here, I'll give you a hand; it's a bit high for you…"
She couldn't breath. Why did he always have to do this? He was going to die and yet, he was so calm. "No! She repeated, screaming this time. His face hardened at her response. "I'm not leaving you again!" she continued "I'm not going to just let you stay here and die!"
Another wall was being blown out of the way, causing her husband to look away momentarily then back at her, his face determined. Swiftly, so as not to give her a chance to react, he swooped down and kissed her fiercely. The wanted effect took place, she was stunned. People had told her that marrying him wasn't a good idea, that compared to her previous husband, he was wooden, boring… bland. But she knew him for these moments, except, he wasn't the kind to usually show the depth of his emotions unless they were in the security of someplace private, which they hadn't been for the last year. She was so immersed, so happy for a moment amidst all the madness and chaos and destruction, that she didn't feel him lift her off her feet. She didn't notice Matthew trying to make as much room for her as possible as her husband placed her in there, next to her son. But she did feel him break the kiss, and watched him look away from her. She was dazed and confused as he pulled the grating back over the hole, without a word.
She was screaming again, even though she couldn't hear herself, she knew that she was. Her throat ripped with effort telling him to stop being an idiot, to get out, that she just barely heard him whisper to her;
"I love you, I always have. I told you I'd always take care of you and Matthew, please don't make me out to be a traitor again, especially not to my own words, stay safe."
Her mouth hung open as her body wracked with sobs, Matthew held her in the tight space and look out of the grating.
"I love you too…Dad."
He turned and looked Matthew right in the eye; his face the most obvious Matthew had ever seen it, aglow with the deepest happiness at this declaration. He was amazed that the boy who'd refused to call his step-father anything but Captain or even his first name for years, had just filled him up with the most fulfilling joy he could've ever felt, it was a cruel twisted fate that it had to take the impending death of one of them to bring them together like this. The shaft began to move slowly, Matthew held his mother who was screaming her husband's name at the top of her lungs as the wall behind the said man exploded. That was the last they saw of him before the shaft moved them into darkness and away from their home, and their Captain.

Matthew watched his mother helplessly from a distance while the old Brigadier tried to comfort her. He hated himself for not being able to say anything, let alone do anything.
"We're all like that when we get here." Matthew looked to his right, a girl a few years younger than him was looking at his mother thoughtfully, pity written all over her face. "You came in through the shafts, who works for UNIT in your family?" her tone hadn't changed as she said this, she merely stated it.
"My step…my Father." He said quietly, and it hurt saying it. He felt like a selfish self-centered bastard for not saying it before. He shut his eyes tightly, trying not to think of the look on his face before they lost sight of him. He hadn't screamed, Matthew noticed, even when the wall exploded behind him, he'd just barley jumped in response to the huge blast. "What about you?" he asked, trying to get his mind of it, though it was proving to be difficult with his mother crying not too far away. "How did you get here?"
"My Uncle," she said fondly, looking at him for the first time with her grey-blue eyes. "I was spending the weekend with him when they attacked. We'd been out buying groceries, to try to trick my mother into thinking that we'd been eating healthy while I was with him." She grinned at this. "Mum and Dad were already at his place to come and pick up, they were killed by the time we got there."
"I'm sorry," Matthew said, he wasn't very good at this kind of thing.
"Not your fault though, is it? So my uncle tried to get into his shaft, but the tunnel was blocked, so we had to run for it. It was hard, but he helped me a lot. Then we heard about Martha Jones, you've heard about that, yeah?" she asked. He nodded.
"Yeah, well, uncle was so happy I though he was gonna' burst! He kept telling me he knew the Doctor, and that the Doctor had gotten rid of the Master more than once, and that this time wasn't going to be any different! He even told me that he'd faced the Master himself a few times, along with the Brigadier over there," she nodded at old man who was now holding his mother while she bit into his sleeve in attempt to muffle her sobs." and a few other people… but that's when it happened."
"What?" Matthew asked, genuinely concerned now. She gulped and looked at the ground, Matthew took her hand instinctively. "They found us, a few days before I got here. My uncle got me to hide; he said he was too big and that they'd find him anyways. He wouldn't listen me when I told him… that was the first time he ever got cross with me. He told me to stay where I was and to be quite, he told me how to get here and to keep my head down." Her eyes were starting to get misty with tears, but her voice was steady, she squeezed on Matthew's hand. "He told me to trust the Doctor, no matter what…and then, then he smiled at me and…they came, they'd been looking for him and they found him. Then right before they…he just- closed his eyes, stood up straight and said "Doctor"…" now she was crying, not like his mother, but enough. Matthew pulled her towards him, seeking a mutual comfort from the loss they had both experienced. They were both exhausted and shaken, so they sat down on the dirt ground. Her crying stopped but he still held her and stroked her shoulder.
"Tomorrow morning?" she said quietly. He couldn't help but grin at the amount of hope in her voice and at himself. Under usual circumstances, he would never have held a girl this close without at least knowing her name first, but now wasn’t normal. They were beyond that, names weren’t important now, names just got you killed. Except the one name that could possibly save them…tomorrow. For now, Matthew would continue to hold her, while she squeezed one of his hands and easily placed her head on his shoulder, as relaxed as either of them could get at that moment.
"Tomorrow morning." He said firmly. Moments later, they were both asleep.

She shivered against the cold and buried herself farther into the wooly material of her husband's coat while he held her tighter to him beneath the large leafless tree. They could both just barely hear Matthew's breathing against the still night air while sleeping on the other side of the huge tree trunk. A cold teasing breeze made it's way to them, forcing her to curl her petite hands together and held them between herself and her husband, in the hopes that the combined heat from their bodies might help prevent the bitter cold winds from causing her to lose any more feeling in her body as it was. This gesture did not go unnoticed by him. He pursed his lips in anger. He hated seeing her like this, and him unable of lighting a simple fire to keep her warm. After all, they couldn't risk it. They had almost been caught near the borders of Amsterdam and just barely got away, with only a few minor injuries. They later found themselves near the outskirts of a town somewhere south and decided to rest.
Matthew had fallen asleep the moment he had his traveling sheet laid out on the ground as his now-familiar known bed. They, on the other hand, hadn't found sleep quite as easily. That had been the closest they had ever been to being captured while on their mission to help spread the word, and it worried them. Nothing was said for the longest time, both minds despairing at the thought of not complete ling the mission.
"Do you think we've made a difference?" she said quietly while carefully pulling his hand - that had been injured during the attack- towards her chest and gently rubbed where his hand was a painful dark shade of purple. He couldn't help but give a small smile at her gesture, "Of course we are why you don't think so?"
She shrugged in his arms and made a small noise of disbelief.
"Oh you know we are!" he reprimanded her, chuckling softly. "Even back in the old days, the Doc couldn't handle things all on his own, as much as he would have liked for us all to believe he could… he always needed the team to back him up, didn't he? Well it's just as true now as it ever was. I don't care if he has changed his face again by now; he's still the same old chap in the end. And we can't let that poor young woman do all the work alone, can we?"
"I know that!" she said in a defensive tone, jabbing his hand reproachfully. "I know why we decided to do this…I'm just worried that we haven't done enough…"
He smiled and kissed her head. "Now dear, if it hadn't been for us, do you think Ms Jones would've even known about that little village south of France?"
She shook her head, "No, they said they hadn't heard anything about the Doctor or Martha."
He pulled her away from him gently so that he could look at her while he spoke. "Exactly! You see? That's just the point! The poor girl won't be able to go everywhere within one year, it's impossible. And it's the smaller places, that no one knows about that need to be told, just as much as the rest of the world. There are always a fewer number of murders in those sorts of places which also leads to more people than would be expected at one place at a time like this. Just think of how many villages, towns and every underground hideout we've been able to inform that otherwise, would've been clueless when the time came for us all to come together."
He tried to smile at her again, urging her to believe that they had made a difference in the world. They both needed to feel it. They owed it to the Doctor. Reassured, she smiled widely at him and kissed him lightly before placing her head on his chest and falling asleep.
She wasn't crying anymore. She'd run out of tears, as the Brigadier's blouse would confirm. All was quite and dawn was approaching. The day had finally come. Soon, everyone would gather and call for the Doctor. He'd save them all, she knew he would…except…he hadn't. Her thoughts continued to wallow in the memory of leaving her husband behind. He'd been prepared to sacrifice himself many times before ("for the greater good" he would say) only this time, it was permanent. He was dying. Alone, after she'd promised him years ago that he wouldn't. Her body now shook in anger. She'd done her deed; she'd spread the word with husband whilst dragging her son along, she'd lived an honest life, she'd watched her son grow up to be a fine young man who she was sure would join UNIT when it was finally time…
She stood up slowly and maneuvered her way through the many sleeping bodies towards the transportation shaft. Right as she began to set the coordinates a hand grasped her wrist firmly, making her gasp in surprise. When she turned, the two usually mundane dark eyes of the Brigadier were flashing with anger as he looked at her. "What in God's name do you think you are doing?"
She held her chin up and matched his glare. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going back home."
"I don't think so, not now Jo."
"With all due respect Brig, I don't care what you think right now. I'm going back for him and that's that."
"You can't do that. There's nothing you can do for him now!" The Brig knew her to do many a reckless thing, but he wasn't going to let her commit another.
"That doesn't matter now, Brig! I can't just stay here in this basement, knowing that he's back there! Dying alone!" she whispered angrily. "You wouldn't understand!" she turned back to the controls only to be stopped by him again.
"I beg you're pardon Jo, but I wouldn't understand?" she had gone too far. "I- wouldn't understand. Do you honestly believe that I would rather be down here while knowing that my men are out there, some of them having to follow his orders? You think that I haven't had to hold myself down here with every ounce of self control I posses? After what happened to my family? Doris died while shopping! My son and daughter and grandchildren…right before my eyes and you think I'd rather just remain here?!" he was fuming but his voice had not been raised the entire time. She blinked back tears and spoke in a raspy hushed voice, "Brig, I'm sorry. And I know that you'd rather be out on the frontline of a battlefield any day rather than stay sheltered somewhere. And we both knew that, he and me, he always said "Brig would never ask us to do something he himself wouldn't do". But Brig…it was his idea that we go out and do what we did. We both owed it to the Doctor; he'd changed both our lives for the better. And the same night we got back home they attacked us and now… Brig, please, Matthew is fine. The rest of the world will be fine in a few hours…but I won't be. Please let me go back to him, please." Her large eyes, usually the happiest pairs of eyes he'd ever seen were now pleading and desperate. He slowly lessened his firm grip of her wrist and looked and the ground. "As you see fit." He said in his baritone. He helped her climb into the shaft and finished setting the coordinates for her. "Good Luck, Jo"
She smiled, "Thanks for everything Brig, tell Matthew I love him."
He nodded as the shaft began to creak into movement. As she started to get pulled away through the tunnel, The Brigadier saluted her.

After what seemed like ages, she finally stopped. She squinted through the daylight that was well risen by now. She shifted and managed to kick the metal grating out of place. She stumbled out of the shaft quickly and fell to the floor. A lump gathered in her throat, the rubble left from the explosion of the wall was everywhere. Her heart raced madly in her chest and she couldn't help but whimper at the sight of an arm protruding from underneath it all. "Oh!" she rushed to the ground and began throwing the bricks and bit's of singed wallpaper aside. Tears were flowing fast and her cries were shaky. "Oh please, oh please…" she cleared most of it off his torso and legs then finally reached his face. "no…" she slowly crawled so that she was sitting behind him and carefully pulled his upper body onto her lap. A shuddering breath escaped her while she gingerly touched his battered face. For moment, while sweeping the dust off of his face lightly, he looked just the way she had seen him when they'd first met. Young, calm and (dare she had thought it at the time) dashing. Even as he lay there in her arms, the reality of his grey hair, slightly wrinkled face and lack of life came crashing down on her. She cried softly into his hair and rocked her body, holding him tightly to her. She stayed like that for a while, even as the sound of a sickening mechanical beeping came closer and asked for her identification, even as it prepared to kill her… she rocked faster and pressed a kiss to her husband's forehead and whispered the name that they'd been speaking of for the longest time…
"Doctor…"

Author's Note: I love Jo, I really do and I never believed that she was going to be happy with that hippy, luckily Katy Manning (Jo) agreed, as she stated in an interview, saying that if she were to come back that there was no way jo would've stayed with Cliff so yay for me! Needless to say I liked Mike Yates too, I didn't think I would at first but I did.

doctorwho20in20 ROUND 3 - JO GRANT

bodyline — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 22:30:06 GMT

here @ psychelocks

lots of jo icons 8)

bodyline — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:06:05 GMT

Doctor Who [One, Two, Three, Four] » 110
Total » 282

(i carry your bones in my heart.)

screencaps

bodyline — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 18:33:53 GMT

I've got screencaps from all the serials in the eighth series of Classic Doctor Who, Jon Pertwee's second series as the Doctor and Katy Manning's first as his assistant, Jo Grant. The Brig, Sergeant Benton, Captain Yates, and the Master (Roger Delgado) feature prominently.

(this is a fake el-jay cut. 8'))

Morning Tea - A bit of Three-n-Jo to share

primsong — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:41:52 GMT

Cross-posted with dwfiction, I just thought you might appreciate a moment with Jo.

Title: Morning Tea (rated G, Three and Jo)
Summary: Because tea always makes things a little better, because there's always hope, and because I love the subtle relationship between them.
A small introspective interlude, set just before the events of 'The Three Doctors'.

The Doctor carefully slipped the dematerialization circuit into its waiting slot; months of delicate work, at last to see its fruition. His hands smoothed it downward into its cradle, then reached for the console's face to adjust the controls.

A gentle touch of power caressed the vortexial synapses, restored the welcome glow of life to the omegan interface points. Watching that warming kaleidoscopic glow, he slowly increased the power and his hearts soared as his beloved machine responded, moved, stretched her long-clipped wings to their fullest expanse and glowed in response. She leapt to obey his directives, the two of them swept one more into her native element, together. Stars and worlds of all colours scintillated, shining out before them. They were free.

"Doctor?"

Startled, he looked up at Jo's smiling face bending over him.

"You fell asleep working on that thing again, didn't you? At least you were smiling. Must have been a good dream?" She gave his shoulder a little squeeze and turned away to hang up her fur-rimmed coat, prattling on about something she'd seen on the way.

He didn't reply, or listen. The grey morning sun struggled to light the windows through the fog. The cold scent of solder and melted plastics lingered in the air.

Slowly sitting up, he straightened his back and he looked down at the lifeless circuit still clutched in his hand, fine wires trailing from his most recent experimental attempt. Across the lab, the TARDIS stood silent and dark.

Jo was rummaging in her purse for something. "Brr, it's cold in here. I brought some tea," she was saying. "That stuff from the canteen is just bleaugh. You want some?"

"Yes, I suppose," he said heavily.

She glanced up. "Forgotten that dream already?"

He looked slightly pained. "Forgotten?"

"Well, you don't sound too happy about it now."

He was quiet for a moment. "It never happened," he finally said in a low voice. He dropped the circuit back onto the workbench and ran a hand over his hair to smooth it. "Perhaps it never will."

"What will?" Jo fished a wad of tea sachets from her purse and set about untangling their strings. "Fill the kettle, would you?"

He moved to the small sink almost reflexively, taking up their battered kettle and turning the tap without complaint. "I don't know. That's the problem. There's too much I don't know. And I used to know it." The kettle overflowed as he belatedly turned the tap back off.

Jo succeeded in freeing two sachets from the tangle. Seeing him just standing there leaning against the cupboards, apparently studying the water drops as they made their way down the drain, she came over and plucked the kettle from his hand, setting it to heat. Tipping her head she tried to coax him out of the strange mood he seemed to have fallen into.

"Come on; it can't be as bad as all that. It's only morning, and we've the whole day ahead of us!"

He glanced over at her and gave her a polite smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Yes, well. We have that, don't we. An entire day. What a marvel."

Jo patted his sleeve as she reached past him to fetch a pair of cups. "You really do need some tea this morning, don't you? What's gotten under your bonnet that you've such a face?"

"Sorry. This is the face I woke up with," he said, but his smile was a little brighter. He shook his head and turned back to the workbench, pulling up a stool.

"I wonder sometimes how much I chose it and how much of it was chosen for me, but it's grown on me. Oh, don't worry about me, Jo." He nudged the dematerialization circuit. "I'm just a fool on a fool's errand, really, trying to fix a circuit like this with stone knives and bear skins."

"Now that would be a new fashion for the men here," she observed, adding sugar to one of the cups while waiting for the water to boil. "Would the Brigadier get a different colour than the rest?"

He had a faraway look, turning the circuit under his hand.

"At least it would be warm," she rambled. "I swear this building has more draughts than a, oh, something that has a lot of them. That's why I brought my fur coat in with me. Of course theirs couldn't be like that, they would need a nice brown bear color. Do you think a uniform like that would come with furry holsters? We'd have to be sure the pieces were properly coordinated."

"It could be done."

She knew he hadn't been following her at all. "Outfitting UNIT in bear skins?"

"What?" He looked up at her blankly.

She dimpled, arranging the sachets in the cups with one hand while waving the other over the kettle to check for steam. "Isn't that what we're talking about? UNIT fashion?"

"I was talking about my dematerialization circuit. Fashion? I have no idea where you get these notions sometimes, Jo."

"So," she said, leaning back against the counter to face him. "Tell me about this circuit of yours."

He made a small noise of impatience. "You wouldn't understand if I did."

She shrugged. "Not the details. But at the end the main point of it all would have been?"

Not meeting her eyes, he went back to slowly rotating it on the workbench. "That it should be possible to repair it," he finally said. "And I know it is. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know it is." There was no way he could ever communicate the well of frustration, hurt and entrapment he felt beneath those words. No human being could understand, he thought, so he could hardly fault his assistant for making light of it.

There was a long pause. She watched him, the kettle creaked and hissed to a simmer. He kept his eyes on the circuit, reflecting the dull morning light beneath his hand. Jo crossed to him and tentatively put an arm across his back, hooking her chin over his velvet-clad shoulder to look down at the oddly-shaped object of his regard.

"So," she said, slightly muffled against his cheek. "If that were working, what would you do?"

"Fly."

She hunted for something to cheer him. It was a familiar objection of his, but he didn't usually stay focused on it this way. "We've gone some places, though. I mean, those Time Lords, they've sent you out occasionally at least," she said reasonably. "Doesn't that help?"

"On a leash," he muttered. "Only at their pleasure." He knew she'd heard it all before, but the words escaped anyway. Something about that dream had made it all seem so close, so real,; it had brought the limitations he could sometimes forget close as well, they were too plain. He was torn between wanting to remember and wanting to forget.

She was quiet. The kettle began to bubble.

"They won't forgive," he murmured.

"They'll have to, someday," she replied, still trying to comfort. Her voice was so soft he wouldn't have heard it, except she was so close. "Nothing lasts forever."

Forever. What did humans know of forever? Still, he accepted what she was trying to say; that she wanted him to have hope. Wasn't he himself always reminding them what a powerful force hope could be? He pushed the circuit to the side and reached up to lay his hand over hers where she held his shoulders, a touch of acknowledgment.

The kettle whistled and she pulled away from him to pour the tea. Tea was important; tea always made everything a little more right in this world. He accepted that too.

"Sergeant Benton was in the hall when I came in," she said conversationally as she turned off the heat, moving to pour the water into the waiting cups. "He said something about some man with a concern about a weather balloon coming in." She returned, setting his cup down in front of him.

"A weather balloon?" the Doctor frowned. "What the blazes would that have to do with us?" It was a welcome distraction. He watched the tea, changing the water and being changed itself, sharing its essence with its surroundings.

"I have no idea. I wasn't listening too well, I admit; maybe someone mistook it for aliens landing. I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

She leaned companionably on the workbench beside him and watched him stirring his tea. Lifting her own cup, she inhaled the steam while waiting for it to steep. She already felt warmer, now that they both had something to hold on to.

random clothes whoring

airie_fairy — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 05:25:52 GMT

I was very bored, so I took screencaps of some outfits of Jo's that I have loved.

This is probably the winner for "I would totally wear that." I like the coat sleeves and the skirt flares all pretty and is PINK, yay.

More PINK, and the blouse collar that works very well with it.

And her hands from that same ensemble.

Actually, I'd totally wear this too. I was saddened at it being called a "ridiculous garb."

A fuller view.

Obligatory princess dress inclusion (the floral pattern on the skirt is the best bit):

And obligatory close-up on the mountain-climbing heels:

I think it looks even nicer without the floorlength vest covering it.

I love this outfit, it's simple but ridiculously cute. And almost enough to make me care at all about boots. Yellow!

A closer look, but no boots:

These are just from episodes I've got on my harddrive. I'm also really fond of what she's wearing in Claws of Axos (one of the best things about that serial, her clothes), the floofy coat from The Green Death, etc. But I have not pictures.

Therefore, you should all spam the comments with pictures of Jo clothes you like.

How To Kill 3 Birds With 1 Stone

airie_fairy — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 04:24:57 GMT

Because the new dw_picspam is having its First Meetings challenge, because today is Day O' Classic, and because I'm filled with shame at being low on ideas for keeping this place churning, I offer...

The Doctor is without an assistant. This is obviously a dangerous thing.

Here tiptoes Josephine Grant to save the day...

...and she couldn't have arrived at a more opportune moment.

She's just so quick to put out that fire I barely made it out of there with any decent, non-blurry shots of her.

And for services rendered, Jo is given the title of Ham-Fisted Bun Vender.

She's as confused as the rest of us.

She tries to defend her reasonable concern, though.

And now he's telling her stuff about alien science like it's supposed to have any offhand significance and scoffing when she doesn't magically comprehend.

She seems to be wondering if this job is worth the trouble.

The Doctor's definitely wondering what the hell she wants.

She introduces herself with one of the cutest smiles ever. "I'm not the tea lady, I'm your new assistant!" How do you resist the cutest smile ever?

The answer is, like this:

Just lol XD

And just 'cause she's pretty in it.

See Jo's sad face when the Doctor mocks her qualifications:

And her adorable face when she apologizes for ruining his project:

And some more of her looking pretty:

She gets his attention despite himself, though, when she brings up the whole Nestene Consciousness being stolen thing.

He says he doesn't want her around, but he's got no problem rambling about his frustrations at her.

She's as confused as the rest of us.

~*~

I decided to include her second scene, as well, because the process leading to the Doctor deciding to keep her around is precious and really helps cement her into the role.

We come in on the Doctor wearing the following expression:

He is displeased, but luckily, the Brig finds his displeasure amusing.

For most likely further amusement, the Brig tells the Doctor he can fire Jo himself if he doesn't want her.

Then Jo sweeps in, being really cute and on top of things...

...and even cuter and yet still on top of things.

This is the Doctor trying to give her the sack.

She's as confused as the rest of us.

This is the Doctor failing at giving her the sack.

How do you resist the other cutest smile ever?

YOU DON'T, and very gracelessly.

Fic: Brazilian Morning

primsong — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 23:20:28 GMT

Title: Brazilian Morning
Rating: G
Characters: Cliff and Jo (Grant) Jones
Summary: Jo looks to the future, content in her choice. Written for vvj5, who wanted a happy moment for the two of them.

Jo awoke to the sound of parrots crying out somewhere in the trees outside their hotel. It was such a wild and foreign sound, something she associated with television when she was a girl; specials usually accompanied by grainy footage of crocodiles and dark natives in smoky huts. She turned over on her back wondering to herself why something as very Earth-like as parrots should seem so unbelievable and exotic. She'd been on other planets; for pity's sake, she'd even been in another, alternate universe once. The only exotic thing about parrots was, well, that they weren't normally found outside the window of her flat back in Britain. Right? And yet…

They were heralds, she thought, heralds of the new world of Jo Gr…Jones. So what if it was 'only' on Earth? It was so utterly different from Britain it might as well be another planet. And she didn't have to worry about any kind of monster here that couldn't readily be looked up in an encyclopedia. She didn't have to be the completely ignorant one; it was on her home turf, literally. There was a certain freedom in that, a steadiness.

She held up her left hand and turned it in the dim morning light filtering through the wooden window-shutters. The ring was only a cheap one. She and Cliff agreed that it would've been a ridiculous waste of their resources to buy jewelry when they needed so many supplies - but he had really wanted her to have a wedding ring. His scant money being already tied up, she'd finally convinced him to trade in one of her own old rings, a former gift from her uncle, for a set of used wedding bands at a shop in Cardiff. The other had merely been a birthday gift, this one meant far more.

She adjusted the ring, then turned on her pillow to gaze at the man beside her. He was a creative, handsome, intelligent scientist. And what was even better, she thought, tracing a light finger through his long hair, he was her creative, handsome, intelligent scientist. He shifted in his sleep and she gently laid her head on his chest, listening to the strong, singular heartbeat. And he was human, she thought, inarguably, completely human.

Her eyes looked beyond him, at the strange blue gem that shone on the bedside table, half-hidden by an open guide book about the Amazon basin. All the universe, all the planets, all the civilizations and creatures of creation for all of time. That was what he'd offered her, her other suitor, so to speak. She smiled to herself to think of him that way, the Doctor as a suitor - how he would've protested and blustered if she'd ever said such a thing aloud. Yet it was true, in a way.

A finger of dawn slipped through the cracked shutters and touched the crystal, mysterious, complex and beautiful. She blinked at its depths for a moment, then turned away.

He'd been a suitor for her time and attention, perhaps, but nothing more. A companion, a friend to travel with, yes, but he would never belong to anyone. He could never have given her this, this wonderfully fulfilling and completely human love.

They were a bit alike, her two 'suitors' - but this one… she turned her eyes back to Cliff's sleeping face, his long lashes against his cheeks. Yes, this one was hers.

13 Icons

stellastars — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 06:08:45 GMT

Hello! First post here! I've recently begun watching Classic Who and just finished watching the first season with Jo. Thought I'd make and share a few icons!

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