Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)The Doctor and River run into Jack, who's a bit befuddled about their relationship.Sontaran Encounter - (11th Doctor/River/Jack)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Jack shot at one of the bulky figures over the wooden barricade he was hiding behind. Blaster fire and grenades exploded all around him, peppering him with debris.
He ducked back behind his barricade and changed out the charge pack in his gun. A lanky man ran up, slipped in the shale, and joined him behind the barricade. The floppy haired individual stared up at him in shock.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched, surprised voice.
"Shooting people," Jack said, and took a couple of potshots over the barrier. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jack," the man said with a trace of hurt. "It's me."
"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Jack said, sighting down his gun. "I know a lot of me's."
"Oh, right, the face."
Jack's head whipped around at that. He scanned the man in front of him, young, pretty mouth, thick hair, wearing, good god, a bow tie and tweed. "Doctor?"
The man grinned.
The violinThe ViolinThe violin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John's eyes flickered up from his dreary paper as the melodic, sad notes flowed off of Sherlock's violin. Sherlock stood with his back to John, his lean figure elegantly moving in slow, sad circles with his violin outstretched in his arms. The golden morning light curtained around his body, sending long shadows across the room. John felt mesmerised by the he played it with such ease, twisting and turning. The violin sang a sad song, and John almost found himself sad just to hear it.
Sherlock abruptly stopped playing, letting his arm drop and ceasing the song clumsily. John frowned, and quickly had the sense to avert his eyes back to his paper before he turned around.
Sherlock let the violin rest on his neck. He turned slightly towards John his eyes fixed on him as he tried to figure him out.
"John," He began, squinting in the light. "Do you play?"
John frowned. "Instrument wise?"
Sherlock nodded vaguely. He smiled slightly as John met his gaze and lowered his instrument.
Madame Vastra FanficThe LetterMadame Vastra Fanfic4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Madame Vastra woke up the same way she had since leaving the tunnels below the surface: with sun in her eyes. She loved that. The warming feeling so uncommon underground. Kind of like Jenny.
Thinking of Jenny, Vastra turned to look at her only to find she was gone. Vastra heard the sounds of pots and pans coming from downstairs and knew that Jenny was already awake and making breakfast.
What will we do today? Wondered Vastra. There hadn't been any new mysteries or crimes for a fortnight and they were running out of ideas for what to do with the spare time. There had to be someone committing crimes out there somewhere!
Vastra basked in the sunlight for a few more minutes before leaving the bed and getting dressed. As she descended the stairs she shouted down, "Jenny, do you ever sleep in?"
"No, ma'am," was the immediate reply. "I like to get a jump on the day."
Vastra sat down at the table where her breakfast was placed in front of her. Jenny sat down across from her. They st
The Four KeysThe Four Keys4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The suns rose over the shining towers. The red sky flamed over the city. Dawn was here, the beginning of a new day. Crimson. It was in the grass, the sky, the trees, the robes. The colour of fire, the colour of Gallifrey.
700 years since he'd run, 700 years since he turned his back on those crimson skies. Eleven new faces, adventures, deaths. Eleven times he had tried to die and eleven times he had failed to reconcile the past.
Each new companion, every new world, brought a happiness like no other. Helping others defeat evil no matter what the risk. There was a certain delight in travelling through time and space with the people you loved.
Stepping out of the TARDIS to a dewy morning in an English countryside. The scent of rain on dry earth. It is the most wonderful smell in the universe, the fin
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River was in her bath robe. The Doctor squinted at her, no, she was in Amy's bath robe. He felt his hearts squeeze, but also a wry smile lift his mouth. River would never own anything as dowdy as a threadbare fluffy pink bathrobe.
She was wearing her mother's robe. The Doctor's throat closed up. She was coming out of the bathroom, halfway down the hallway. Her hair had that extra bounciness it got just after she'd washed it, when it wasn't quite dry yet. And she was moving like an old woman, as if her very bones hurt.
He ran down the hall and scooped her up in a huge hug. She squeaked in surprise. His hearts were suddenly hurting, but not for the Ponds. For River. How could she think he'd care how old she got? Why would she think she needed to hide any injury or imperfection from him.
Didn't she understand how much he loved her?
"River." He hid his face in her curls, cool against his cheeks. He squeezed her as tightly
Never Boring - (River/Doctor)Even the most hectic life has its quiet moments...Never Boring - (River/Doctor)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was quiet.
It was just the two of them. There was no one around. Just them, a grassy hillside, a checkered blanket, a beautiful sunrise, soft morning air, and birdsong.
River lay back on the blanket and sighed, the morning sunlight washing over her.
The Doctor turned his head to look at her, and smiled. Her eyes were closed, her athletic body relaxed, the sun glinted golden in her curls. She looked perfectly satisfied.
"Better than Stormcage?" he asked.
She smiled and turned to look at him. His hair was mussed and sticking out all over - ruffling in the gentle breeze. Her eyes drifted down over his long form, his legs crossed at the ankle, hands threaded comfortably on his stomach.
"Mmm..." she hummed her agreement, eyes sliding back up, simply enjoying looking at him.
He smiled and turned on his side, propping himself up on one arm. He plucked a pie
Tick Tock Goes the Clock Doctor WhoTick tock goes the clockTick Tock Goes the Clock Doctor Who2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And what now shall we play?
Tick tock goes the clock
Now that summer's gone away?
Tick tock goes the clock
And what then shall we see?
Tick tock until the day
That thou shalt marry me
Tick tock goes the clock
And all the years they fly
Tick tock and all too soon
You and I must die
Tick tock goes the clock
We laughed at fate and mourned her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for the Doctor
Tick tock goes the clock
He cradled her and he rocked her
Tick tock goes the clock
'Till River kills the Doctor
Doctor, brave and good,
He turned away from violence
When he understood
The falling of the Silence
Tick tock goes the clock
He gave all he could give her
Tick tock goes the clock
Now prison waits for River
Whining About WineFrom the prompt: "You know how Eleven is always spitting out his wine, how about a story where River tries to find a wine that the Doctor likes and succeeds."Whining About Wine3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He took a sip, made a face, and spat it out.
He looked mournfully down into his glass. "Elderberry wine. I thought for sure I'd like elderberry!" he wailed, pulling a huge frowny face like a child denied cookies.
River laughed at him and handed him a baguette. "It's not the end of the world, Sweetie."
"But I used to love wine!" he whined. He tore a chunk off the loaf and chewed vengefully, using it to get the taste out of his mouth. He swallowed and waved the rest of the loaf at her. They were dining at a little outdoor cafe in 1860's Paris. People bustled past on their own business, some of them in bustles.
"Maybe your taste buds have changed," River said, delicately spooning up a lovely consommé. A small jaunty hat was perched on her head.
The Doctor drew his attention from the delightful picture she m
Anniversary BluesIt's River's first wedding anniversary since her last kiss with the Doctor. She's not handling it well.Anniversary Blues2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She's in there," the sweating man waved at the bar. "She's crazy! Unfortunately, she's also a good shot."
"What set her off?"
"Hell if I know," the little man rubbed his bald pate. "She came in looking like she wanted to drown her sorrows, and next thing I know she's shooting shit out of my bar!"
The tall man patted him on the shoulder, "I'll see what I can do."
He walked into a smoking rubble of a bar. Tables were turned over, drinks spilled, bottles shattered, glass crunched under foot.
He found her sitting in the corner, back to the wall, a whining gun in one hand, and a half-empty bottle of Tequila in the other. From the evidence on the table it wasn't the first.
"River," he muttered calmingly.
She looked wired, her eyes electric, as dangerous as someone with nothing to lose. She shot at him. The bolt sizzled over his shoulder, close enough that he felt the heat of i
Dirty Old ManThe Doctor isn't a dirty old man. But it was his anniversary, and he was old, and it was muddy, and, well, things just sort of developed.Dirty Old Man2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River shrieked. “Doctor!”
He tackled her around the waist. They fell tumbling down the hill, his arms tight around her. They ended in a huge mud puddle at the bottom.
She sat up and flicked the mud off her hands. “What did you do that for?”
“There was a Cendisian Ruby Snake about to bite you, didn’t you see it?” he demanded. His face was stark white under the mud, his quiff bobbing down from the weight of mud on the tip.
It started raining.
“Oh, great!” River stared up at the sky, her gown ruined, the rain slicking her muddy hair back like a mop. “Can this day get any better?” she groused.
“River,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper. She turned.
He kissed her. Shock jolted down to her heels. He pushed her back in the mud, braced them on one arm, cupped her face wit
WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series4Because he's the Doctor. He's a Time Lord. He's from Gallifrey, in the constellation of Casterberus. He's 903 years old. He's the man who's gonna save your lives, and all six billion on the planet below.WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Because no one's got a problem with that.
Because he never changes.
Because Donna's got a hat box.
Because the fat just walked away.
Because he just wants A mate.
Because he is Spartacus. And so is she.
Because they're so not a couple.
Because he fought her off with a water pistol.
Because he got clever in Latin.
Because 'TARDIS, Time Lord, yeah!'
Because 'Donna, Human, no!'
Because they turned him into an Ood. Seriously.
Because every song must end.
Because at least they've got quality handcuffs.
Because, to an Ood, Donna looks single.
Because he came 'intruder window'.
Because it's not easy being clever.
Because of course he didn't turn Martha into a soldier.
Because the Doctor's a dumbo.
Because he's a great big outer space dunce.
Because he's also a praw
Banquet of RichesA temporal anomaly has left River stuck with the Doctor. All 11 of him. "How's a girl supposed to resist?"Banquet of Riches2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River looked around her and her eyes got brighter and brighter.
It hadn’t been her fault this time, and she was doing her best to help fix it. They’d linked up the ships into a recursive stasis loop. All they had to do was surround the black hole and force it backward in time to just before its creation, then seal it off.
It was only a little black hole, but, by definition, they all were at heart.
The problem was the engineers. They were working together, but they couldn’t stop arguing.
The burly older one with the amazing white hair and magnificent physique, was arguing with a shorter, extremely energetic one in checkered pants. That cute little powder-keg over there was poking his umbrella at a much larger, deliciously teddy-bearish one who was waving his arms in wide remonstration, his colorful attire speaking of a self-confidence that had delightful po
DW: Survivors Part 1DW: Survivors Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There' something wrong."
The Doctor frowned, clanking around under the TARDIS control panel, rather energetically whacking it with a spanner. His long legs were sprawled out and the only thing visible, boots resting close-by to where he'd tossed his tweed jacket and a whole other selection of random bits of technology and metal that appeared to pretend to be tools.
"What's the reading now?" He asked after another whack with his spanner.
"Circle, little ¾ circle with a dot in it. Circle with two lines." Amy said vaguely, puzzling over the display. She then stopped to pick up his jacket.
"What angle are the lines at?" the Doctor asked, sounding exasperated with impatience.
"Uhm..." Amy walked closer to the display looking over it. She then gave Rory a hopeless look over the control panel. He shrugged. "Forty....eight degrees? And maybe 170 degrees?"
"Maybe?" The Doctor huffed and scrambled backwards from under the control panel, looki
Sock It To HimSanta Claus delivers everywhere, and the Doctor finds a stocking on his door...Sock It To Him2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis, there was a sock pinned to the door.
He reared back in surprise and brushed his quiff out of his eyes. Yes, it was still there. He looked around. The Tardis was sitting on a grassy hillside, it was a quiet, dewy morning, the sky just lightening with peach and birdsong.
His Companion had requested a setting where she could take a morning stroll without having to worry about monsters or weird alien plants. Someplace pretty, but boring.
He'd landed them in the Lake District in the 18th Century. As usual, his Companion had overslept. She wasn't really good at mornings. For whatever that was worth in the Tardis.
He stared at the sock on his door.
It was a Christmas stocking. Traditional white ruff and red foot shape. As long as his arm. He looked around the hillside, there was no one around that he could see.
He reached up and pulled the stocking free. It had been sec
Fixed PointsWhen the Doctor first met River he didn't know everything about her. (Library Fix-it.)Fixed Points2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She was crying, she couldn't help it. This was going to hurt him so much, and to think, that all the time she'd known him, he'd always had this running through the back of his head.
She wired together the last of the connections, the countdown running down beside her. Him handcuffed to the pipe at her feet.
He was begging her not to do this. Her Doctor. Begging. But she had to. She couldn't rewrite time, she wouldn't. This had to happen. It was a fixed point.
But she knew a little about fixed points.
"Hush now," she said, a tear tracking down her cheek. She was so sorry. "Spoilers."
The countdown reached zero. She pressed the two connectors together. There was a blinding flash of light.
She knew a little about fixed points. But he didn't know about the vortex manipulator strapped to her arm under her spacesuit.
She stumbled a bit as she materialized aboard the Tardis. The
Special Occasions(11th Doctor, River Song)Special Occasions2 years ago in Romance More Like This
There's always time for a special occasion. And the Doctor has planned one for River.
The Doctor and River stood, bundled up, in the doorway of the Tardis looking out on the pristine snowy landscape. Mountains reigned in the distance, a shadowy presence beyond the lazily falling snow. A wide, pine studded valley opened up at their feet, the river rimmed with ice.
The air was soft and silent, only the crackle of the fireplace behind them punctuating the stillness.
The Doctor had picked her up from Stormcage and taken her skiing. She hadn't been skiing in ages, and she was frankly surprised he could do it. She was the one who'd ended up tangled and rolling. He'd had to dig her out of a snowdrift. She'd loved it.
He'd even reconfigured one of the rooms in the Tardis into a snug little chalet for them. Redwood paneled walls, plush carpet, and a sunken fireplace in the middle. The room opened directly to the outside. So they'd stumbled back in, laughing, cak
Bowties Are Cool [Eleventh/Tenth]Bowties Are Cool. Part One.Bowties Are Cool [Eleventh/Tenth]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Tardis was in complete disarray once again, and for once it wasn't my fault.
"Amy! Pull the thingy-ma-bob to your left now!"
I darted across the Tardis, stumbling on my feet as it rocked side to side. My hand clutched the rail for support as Amy called for me.
"Doctor!" her Scottish-accented voice rang. "There are a lot of thingy-ma-bobs here!"
I shook my head and thought hard, trying to visualize the switch. "It's round. Very round. And big. Gray, and big. Sort of like a boxing glove. Only grayer "
"Doctor! That's not helping!" she whined, clinging onto a metal bar as the Tardis only grew more hectic. I tried to pry myself from the rail and work my way to Amy, but the Tardis jerked just as I let go and sent me flying. Luckily, I found myself more rail to hang onto.
"Amy! Its round, big, and gray. It should be there!"
"But its not!"
"Look to your left! No, your other left!"
"That's right, you moron!"
Amy pulled on the thingy-ma-bob wi
DancingRiver loved dancing with the Doctor.Dancing2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Okay, the Doctor was a total embarrassment when he fast danced. But his total abandon urged her on to her own goofy moves, and always brought a light of appreciation to his eyes. He said she moved like a hunter, like a big sleek cat, even when she was doing the funky chicken. He moved like a giraffe. She had a fondness for giraffes.
But she'd be a fool to say she didn't enjoy it. Fast dancing with him was just so fun!
But slow dancing. Oh, she loved to slow dance with the Doctor. To have an excuse to cuddle close in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair. Swaying slowly to the music. Sometimes music was even optional.
She'd slow danced with him on an alien beach of blue sand, under the light of a golden moon, with no sound but the sigh of the waves.
She'd slow danced with him at the top of a giant tree, with more stars overhead than at any other time in the universe.
His soft double heartbeat under her ear, his
The Itsy Bitsy TARDISThe itsy bitsy TARDIS went through the temporal riftThe Itsy Bitsy TARDIS4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then came the cracks and pushed the box adrift
In came the Doctor and sealed up all the cracks
And the itsy bitsy TARDIS travelled again at last.
River SleepsThe Doctor relaxed on the king sized bed, in the VIP Suite of the Hotel Paragon, in the Chantel Region of the Corsa Cluster. River laid next to him, her head in his lap, and he gently ran his fingers through her soft curls. He smiled down at her, amazed at how such a strong, vivacious woman can seem so sweet and child-like while asleep.River Sleeps2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is times like these, in the quiet hours of the night, when he can watch her sleeping, and see Little Amelia in her. She is so much like her mother was. Strong, smart, witty, vibrant... and sad. She doesn't admit that. Never. But he knows she is. All her life she had set her heart on loving him, and all he can do is destroy her world a little bit at a time.
Because of him, she had no childhood.
Because of him, she wasn't raised by her loving parents.
Because of him, she had lost her freedom.
Because of him, she had lost her parents.
And, because of him, she would sacrifice her own life.
She moved then, in her sleep. He checked his watch, and nodded in
WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series3Because the Doctor's not from Mars.WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Because his pockets are dimensionally transcendental.
Because he tells the TARDIS to 'behave!'
Because Donna is a pencil inside a mug.
Because 'with this ring, I thee bio-damp'.
Because Donna's yell can be heard over the noise of the TARDIS engines.
Because everyone knows you should never let a man with a sonic screwdriver near the sound system.
Because Martha doesn't believe he's an alien.
Because Martha FINALLY believes he's an alien.
Because 'Judoon platoon on the moon.'
Because he looks daft with one shoe.
Because she called him 'Doctor'.
Because Rose's name keeps him fighting.
Because he does a lot of reading.
Because 'to be or not to be' is a bit pretentious.
Because Martha won't step on any butterflies.
Because The Doctor cried when he read book 7.
Because the Doctor's upset Queen Elizabeth.
Because 'the play's the thing'.
Because David Tennant appears in Hamlet 2 years later. Fantastic!
Because the Doctor is
Secret SantaThe Doctor and River take Amy and Rory to a world where Secret Santa has been raised to a whole new level.Secret Santa2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Where are the sleigh bells?" Amy asked, rummaging through the boxes and bags scattered all over the Tardis floor.
Rory turned around, covered in Christmas tree lights, he had a neat loop of them around his neck and around both shoulders, like a bright bandolier. He was methodically unwinding them as he draped them around the artificial purple Christmas tree the Doctor had dug out of the hold.
"Not me," he said, sucking around the haft of a green candy cane. Amy looked up and shook her head in fond exasperation at him, only he would so practically hang lights on a tree that way.
"Not me!" the Doctor said from the base of the main stairs up on the console floor. He brandished a spatula. He was covered in frosting, a Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer apron, and was building a rather lopsided gingerbread house, with liberal use of multi-colored frosting and sprinkles.
"I've got th
Changing Rooms(River Song, Jamie McCrimmon)Changing Rooms3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River needs a change of clothes, and doesn't much care which Tardis she gets them from...
Jamie strode into the Tardis costume room grumbling under his breath. The Doctor had told him that his shirt stank. He'd only been wearing it a week!
Resigned, since it was the Doctor's house after all, he pulled his shirt off over his head and shoved it in the hole in the wall where the invisible maids did the cleaning.
He wandered to a corner and started rummaging through the pile of shirts there. It's not like the Doctor had any dearth of garments. He could outfit a whole clan with the clothes just in this room.
This one was too small, that one was too long, that one was too... glittery. The air circulation in the Tardis washed a cool breeze over his back. He smiled. Just like home. It also brought the sound of someone humming.
He stopped digging and stood. The hackles rose on his neck. The Doctor was in the control room. No one else should be in here. He si