Requested by elkor

I cheated a bit on this one, because he requested Buck Rogers, which I know nothing about. I do, though, remember Duck Rogers, which was a Daffy Duck cartoon mocking the Buck Rogers show, so I used that.

Challenge: Dr. Who (any) goes into the Earth's future and meets Duck Rogers 
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The Doctor poked his head around Martha, who was frozen in the Tardis' doorway.  "Is it possible, that we've landed in outer space again?"  She asked, eyeing the strange oversized animals and humans going about their lives around her.

He went back and checked, just to make sure.  "No, we're still on Earth.  The year 2550 to be exact.  Seems a lot's happened around here since 2006, eh?"  

He pushed past, moving out towards what appeared to be a group of commuters on foot, when he was stopped by...Well, at first it looked like a duck.  It stood about waist-high on Martha, so three feet tall or so, and had appendages that acted like fingers on the tips of its wings.  In those feathery fingers it held a strange looking gun, aimed directly at his crotch.

"Sthhhhate your name, alien invadorshhh!"  The duck-thing declared.  "I, Duck Rogers, shhhworn protector of this planet, will defend my people withhhh my life!"

The Doctor eyed the wet spots on his pants from giant duck spit, then looked back at Martha, whose eyes were locked in horror on the talking duck.  "Right.  Well, I'm the Doctor, and I've just decided I rather fancy leaving you in peace."  He edged back towards the Tardis, pushing Martha behind him through the doorway.  "Lovely to have met you!"

As the Tardis dissapeared in a flash of bright white light, Duck Rogers shook his fist in triumph.  "No evil-doing alien invadorshhh will shhhneak onto thishhh planet on my watch!"

Objecting, belatedly.

My office started really filtering content online a few weeks ago.  No Facebook. No youtube.  No icons or artwork on LJ.  Mostly it hasn't bothered me.  But, just a minute ago, the stupid filter kept me from reading fic.

I am no longer amused.

Requested by happynonoplace

Mark: I swear, you will get yours.

Prompt: 'pork rinds'
A/N: I went back to my fic roots on this one.  By which I mean, X-Files.  God help us all.

"That has to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen you eat."  Scully looked over the tops of her reading glasses at Mulder, who was sprawled across what felt like half her living room, stuffing his face.

Mulder at least had enough manners to swallow before he answered, even if he'd forgotten the 'no shoes on the sofa' rule again.  "This from the queen of the non-fat Tofutti Rice Dream-sickle?  I've had dirt that tasted better than those things.  Russian dirt, even."

"They're tasty."  Scully said defensively, shuffling the papers on the table in front of her.  "And at least they have nutritional value."

"This has protein, vitamins...It's a very healthy snack, actually."

"It's pork rinds dipped in peanut butter, Mulder.  There is no way on Earth that's good for you."

"Okay, but maybe on another planet..."

Scully threw her pencil, so that it bounced off of his forehead and rolled under the coffee table.  "Shut up and finish your expense report."