Song of the Lone CenturionWhen I woke up in ancient RomeSong of the Lone Centurion5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Two thousand years away from home
A lump of plastic for a heart
My girl, I swore I'd do my part.
Two thousand years may seem too long
But Heaven knows, love is that strong
The slow path I said I would take
Two thousand years, then you would wake.
I'd never known that years had wings
Until I'd seen a hundred springs
A hundred springs, with winters too
My girl, what is this man to do?
For years have wings but days drag on
As I stand by through times long gone
For I stand tall where others chafed
My girl, I swore to keep you safe.
A hundred springs with winters too,
Do you still know that I loved you?
There in your long enchanted sleep
Unknowing bliss, in dreams so deep
I'll tell you, though you cannot hear
I'm not a hero, I feel fear
This world is such a restless place
So lacking order peace or grace
When will I see your face?
Meanwhile They guessed, but little knew
The decades passed, the tales grew
They told of one in Roman garb
Whose duty was to ever gua
The StairwellEverybody worried about Amy losing her baby. Sometimes people forget Rory lost his baby as well.The Stairwell3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"How are you doing, Rory?" the Doctor asked. He'd found the young father sitting in a stairwell in a remote part of the Tardis.
Amy was busy fixing sandwiches for lunch. It had been three days since they'd left River with the Sisters of the Infinite Schism, and gradually things were getting back to normal.
Except things weren't normal.
Rory was hunched up on the stairs, sitting crossways, he was smoothing something over and over and over on his knee. He didn't look up. The Doctor sat down beside him. He saw what the boy was holding was the prayer leaf from River's cradle.
Rory looked up, his face was wet and red, his eyes puffy. He glared at the Doctor with very old eyes. "I'm never going to see her again."
"Oh, she'll come looking for us," the Doctor waved airily, knowing full well that's not what he meant.
"Not River," Rory said with that mile-deep calm. "My baby." A single tear tr
The Art of SeductionRiver is out to seduce the Doctor. But sometimes a girl needs a little help with her marriage. Fortunately, River's dad is awesome.The Art of Seduction3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
River was sitting in the library, reading a book, her thin summer dress draped down over a bare shoulder, exposing lots of creamy skin. Her hair was artlessly tousled, her lips lightly pursed, pink, and free of lipstick.
She was lounging casually, draped seductively over the chaise lounge. The very image of a seduceable female.
She heard a sound in the doorway and looked up, eyes sleepy and welcoming.
"Oh. Hi, Dad." She shrugged her shoulders, and her neckline resettled at a more demure angle.
Rory grinned and walked in. He sat down in the chair across from her. "Expecting the Doctor?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes and set her book aside.
Rory jerked a thumb over his shoulder, still smiling. "He's building a new fluid link, said he'd be a while."
"Of course he is. They do tend to leak," she said with a sigh, lying back and staring up at the frescoed
It Works On WoodThe sonic doesn't work on wood. Well, he'll just see about that!It Works On Wood3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Amy turned her head, a puzzled scowl on her face. The sound led her to one of the doors in the Tardis corridor. She could hear loud thumping sounds, and the sonic screwdriver.
"Doctor?" she said, leaning her head in around the door, very carefully.
"Look, Amy!" The Doctor was inside in his shirtsleeves. Red braces over a blue shirt, waving the sonic screwdriver around like a sword.
The room was trashed, littered with splinters of wood, broken timbers, charred 2x4s and what looked like the remains of a campfire.
To be fair, the rest of the room was completely bare, nothing but soot stained white walls.
"What in heaven's name are you doing?" Amy demanded, pushing the door wider and scowling, with her hands on her hips.
"Experimenting!" he yelled, weaving the sonic back and forth in a figure eight. It was giving off such a high pitched squeal that Amy squeezed one eye shut and winced.
She stared at where he was
SmashingI still remember, when we were both smallSmashing5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
You'd come out to play and we'd sit on the wall
Eating fishsticks and custard, you'd tell me your tale
Of that man in the magic blue box without fail.
You'd make me dress up in a torn shirt and tie
"Now you'll be the Doctor!" I said I would try
We played, and pretended to land on the moon
You said that your Doctor would come for you soon.
Would come for you soondozen years you did wait
While you grew so lovely with hair red and straight
One day that Magician, that Doctor came back
And rescued the planet from alien attack.
Then hardly before we had even seen his face
He vanished again without leaving a trace
Two years did elapse, and I asked for your hand
I said I loved you; but did you understand?
I said that I loved you, I said you were smashing
But on our wedding night we went off to go dashing
In that magic box with that Doctor of past
But was that wedding night my longest or last?
What happened that night, before we were both we
CookingAmy walks into the Tardis kitchen to find the most unexpected sight...Cooking3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Amy walked into the Tardis kitchen to find the Doctor cutting vegetables.
She stopped and blinked. She looked around and then back at him. He had a tea towel tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and was wielding a large knife with apparent ease. At least he didn't seem to be missing any fingers.
"Uh, Doctor," she said timidly, not wanting to distract him.
"Hmm?" he casually scooped up the pile of cut vegetables on the edge of the knife and dropped them into a pot bubbling on the stove.
"What are you doing?" she finally asked, her mind refusing to believe what her eyes were reporting.
He looked up and stared at her as if she was strange. "I'm cooking." He pulled over a bunch of celery and started chopping it with casual massacrely glee.
"You cook?" she said in disbelief.
He carried the massacred celery bits over and stirred them into the pot. "Of course I cook. Been a bachelor for centuries.