#colonel christofer ibrahim

[dustbuddiessource]

Kate: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.

Christofer, entering in with an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.

Mel, being sarcastic: Wow, Kate was late too! What a coincidence!

[expectiations]

I missed a day but anyway...

Well... that was quick.

[starfleetwitch]

Spreading the news that the council has spoken.

Owing to the fact that Kate/Osgood/Ibrahim/The Vlinx already has 2 ship names, they've decided that until something better comes along, Kate Stewart/ Ibrahim's ship name is Dust Buddies

🤣👍🏼

This has been a PSA

[whoniversepairings]

Pairing 4

Fifteenth Doctor x Colonel Christofer Ibrahim

[darkbluegemstones]

Anyways I wanted to make a new dust buddies discord (Kate x Ibrahim)

[ficgate]

Sometimes I wonder what kate and Ibrahim first kiss was like

[cull3nblaze]

I would totally be on board with that. Sooo much potential.

in my heart of hearts I know that Colonel Chidozie and Colonel Ibrahim were dating (they weren't) and I know that Colonel Ibrahim was devastated when he witnessed what happened to Colonel Chidozie (they never interacted)

[kinglivv]

Is it Casual Now? (Part 2)

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x Reader

Summary: After you call things off with Kate, you realise that no matter how much you avoid her, your feelings won’t go away.

Warnings: Implied sex, explicit language

You don’t speak to her for a month, which is impressive considering you’re under her command. She’d tried to call you once or twice, you’d caught her staring in a few team meetings, but other than that it was like the past year had never happened. You delete the photos off your phone, shove her things into shoe box under your bed and attempt to erase any reminder of her from your personal life.

You think you can manage. UNIT’s a good job - the best job in fact, the sort of thing you’d dreamed of since you were small. You work with aliens, you save the world, you’re challenged every day. Surely all of that balances out the pain of seeing her on the regular?

Avoiding her is easy, you tell yourself. You simply make sure you’re assigned to projects she isn’t leading on, stop going for after-work drinks and keep your head down at your laptop.

It’s when the rumours about her and Colonel Ibrahim start that you realise perhaps it actually won’t be so easy. Donna mentions it to you in passing one morning, mid-gossip over the coffee machine.

“Have you heard about the Commander and the Colonel?”

You stop stirring your coffee.

“No?”

“Mel was saying she saw him pick her up from work yesterday.” Donna’s grinning like she’s caught the scoop of the century. Usually you’d have been just as invested, but instead you feel like you’ve left your body and are stood watching a stranger have this conversation with Donna.

“Oh,” you manage. “That’s funny.”

You hurry off to your next meeting, hands trembling and barely able to concentrate. It couldn’t be true, could it?

You can’t bring yourself to ask Mel. You don’t want to know, and as long as you don’t know you can convince yourself it’s not happening. You go through the motions, pretending that you don’t see the intimate whispers between Kate and Christofer on the command deck, pretend you don’t notice them sat too closely together in meetings.

Your delusion is shattered after Sutekh. You’re brought back to life rather dizzingly after being disintegrated into sand, and of course the first person you think of is Kate. Except when you look over, the Colonel’s already with her, helping her up and there they are sharing that look again. She manages to spare you a cursory glance but then… then she’s holding his hand. In front of everyone.

Your stomach rolls. You want to throw up. You think you physically feel your heart break in two and you rush off home early, skipping the debrief and breaking protocol in the process.

You thought you could do it but she’s making it impossible. You hate her. How could she? A whole year together and she was over it in a month, moving onto someone she was happily displaying around the office like she was in love. Worst of all, the staff were happy for her, leaving you her dirty secret, some mere side piece that had meant nothing.

You knock on her office door the next day and place your resignation letter on her desk.

“What’s this?” She looks over the top of her reading glasses at you. Those eyes used to make you melt and now you feel nothing but cold hard resentment.

“It’s my four weeks notice,” you tell her plainly.

“Why?” She frowns.

“I’ve decided it’s time to move on from UNIT,”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N,” she takes off her glasses and sits back in her chair. It’s the first time you’re alone together since you fucked her in that restaurant bathroom. “I’m not accepting it.”

“You can’t not accept it.”

“Watch me.”

“I’m not playing whatever game this is.” You turn to leave, but she’s up and moving around her desk, grabbing your arm. You’re immediately transported back to the last time you’d argued in here and how you’d given up the fight as soon as she’d kissed you, forgiving her for everything.

Not this time.

“Is this about us?” She hisses the “us” like it’s a bad word.

“Of course it’s about us.” you shrug her off.

“Y/N, you’re one of my best soldiers. I’m not letting you walk out of here over something so petty.”

Your face burns.

“Yeah well you’ve got plenty other soldiers to choose from haven’t you?”

Realisation dawns on her face.

“This is about Colonel Ibrahim isn’t it?”

“That and a million other things, Kate.” You tell her. “You’re insufferable.”

She has a the decency to look hurt, adopting that face of hers that looks like a slapped puppy. You had a sharp tongue and you knew how to use it.

“I can’t sit here,” you tell her, “and watch you parade your new toy boy around the office in front of everyone like we didn’t basically date for a year.”

“You’re the one who called it off.”

“Because you were hiding me from everyone!”

“I was trying to protect you!”

“From what, Kate?” You say exasperatedly, “I was in love with you and you knew it, and yet you still let our friends-with-benefits thing carry on for your own amusement. The only thing I should have been protected from is you.”

She stares at you, and maybe her eyes are a little wet. You don’t allow yourself to linger on them.

“I’ve left your stuff in a box in my locker if you want to grab it,” you tell her matter-of-factly.

“I don’t want my fucking stuff, Y/N,” she sighs, leaning against her desk - slumping against it, even. “I want you.”

“You should’ve treated me like it.”

“I thought you’d come back,” she confesses, wiping away a stray tear.

You feel your anger subside slightly, replaced by confusion. You’d never seen her cry before.

“You loved me?” She asks hoarsely.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

She doesn’t reply and looks down at the floor guiltily.

“Do you still?”

“You think I’d be resigning if I didn’t feel anything for you?”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I didn’t think it would get this serious.”

“We went on holiday together. I slept in your bed for days on end. You let it get serious.”

“I know, I know,” she admits, “pure self-indulgence. I shouldn’t have led you on when I wasn’t ready for it.”

It’s the most you’ve ever gotten out of her on this subject, and still she isn’t reciprocating your feelings.

“Self-indulgence?” You repeat.

“I…” she waves her hand searching for the words. “I wasn’t ready to be in love again after my divorce. And I didn’t to have to put my kids through another one of my tumultuous relationships. And I didn’t want you to get stuck with someone twice your age and your boss. And… I didn’t want to stop seeing you. I could give you a million excuses, Y/N. They wouldn’t make up for how I’ve made you feel.”

“That’s what you mean by protecting me?” You ask, “You didn’t think I might want a say?”

She grimaces.

“Was it just sex?” You ask softly, because you have to know, once and for all.

She shakes her head.

“And Christofer?”

“A rebound.”

“Have you slept with him?”

She nods and your heart plummets again.

“Just the once,” she says, “I was trying to stop thinking about you. Trying to kid myself I could forget about it.”

You want to hate her for it but you can’t. After all, you’d slept with someone whilst you were with Kate, trying to distract yourself from your feelings. It would be hypocritical to expect differently of her.

“I tell him to piss off.” She pleads, “Say it was nothing. Hell, I’ll even find a way to fire him if that’s what you need to forgive me.”

“I couldn’t ever not forgive you Kate, that’s kind of been my ongoing issue for the last year.”

She huffs a laugh, reaching out to take your hand. You gaze at her, taking in all her familiar features that you’ve abstained from for a whole month. You’re leaning in and then… she pulls back.

“No.” She says and you want to scream but then: “This isn’t just a quick fuck. We should do this properly. Let me take you to dinner?”

She’d taken you to dinner a dozen times before but this felt different.

“Oliveli?” She suggests, “With your favourite pasta and the really good french martini’s?”

You nod.

“And then,” she suggests, rubbing her thumb over your hand, “and then maybe it’s time I sat the kids down and had a chat to them about you.”

It’s the closest admission to love you’d ever heard from her. You can’t help the smile creeping onto her face.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Her hand falls to the desk and crumples up your notice. Without tearing her eyes away from yours, her perfect aim lands it in the bin across the room.

[nkp1981]

Colonel Christofer Ibrahim, Donna Noble And The 14th Doctor

[shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn]

Bi the way -

ain’t nobody but us made her queer in the first place and ain’t nobody but us can undo that

After every living being (except 2) was resurrected from sand, and you get to walk out on your own private helipad at the top of your hugely expensive phallic symbol…a little hand hold with the closest vaguely appropriate object of your likely raging libido does not a lifelong sexuality define.

Cringy alternative far more likely explanation from RTD sometime in the future:

That wasn’t a sexy time handhold.

I’d lay money on:

Colonel Christofer Ibrahim grandson of Brigadier General Lethbridge-Stuart

[ao3feed-torchwood]

All I've learned has overturned

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60526069 by GhostoftheDoctor Colonel Christofer Ibrahim has spent years curating a dark and mysterious persona with much success. That is until mysterious bouquets of flowers begin to appear on his desk. He still needs to figure out how Kate got a key. Words: 1276, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns. Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Torchwood Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Christofer Ibrahim, Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Ianto Jones, The Doctor (Doctor Who), Shirley Anne Bingham, Melanie Bush, Toshiko Sato, Original Characters Relationships: Christofer Ibrahim/Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, The Doctor & Kate Lethbridge-Stewart Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Language of Flowers, Crack, Alternate Universe, Torchwood Ibrahim

[expectiations]

my standard 'before I go to sleep' post

Well... that was quick.

[ao3feed-dustbuddies]

Dustbuddies AO3 Feed

Hi! This blog will automatically post each new story from Archive of Our Own that is tagged Christofer Ibrahim/Kate Lethbridge-Stewart.

I'm still trying to figure things out (if anyone knows how to include fic details and not just the fic link, I'd *really* appreciate pointers 🙈). Also, I'll be slowly adding the older fics here as often as my schedule allows.

[ao3feed-dustbuddies]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who

Relationship: Christofer Ibrahim/Kate Lethbridge-Stewart

Characters: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Christofer Ibrahim, The Doctor (Doctor Who), Ruby Sunday, Melanie Bush, Rose Noble (Doctor Who: The Star Beast), Winston Chidozie, Carla Sunday, Morris Gibbons, Harriet Arbinger

Additional Tags: Canon Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Secret Relationship, Dust buddies, I'm sorry Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Language: English