A School Day w Lars the Dalek"Oww..."A School Day w Lars the Dalek5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My eyes slowly opened when I heard my cell phone alarm go off. Above me was the boring white ceiling. I couldn't help but think it was like my life. Plain and old.
I reached for my cell and turned off the alarm. God, another school day. Will I ever get used to this?
Once I was out of my bed, I went into my closet to find my school uniform. My brain was still tired, so I was glad I didn't make any mistakes as I changed clothes.
Slowly I walked into my bathroom and looked at my reflection. My mop of dirty blonde hair was partially in my face. My gothic glasses were crooked over my hazel brown eyes.
I have to admit. I can't help but think I'm a bit ugly. Not so ugly, but still.
As I fixed my hair, I wondered if I was going to do anything interesting today.
That's when I heard the television. It was very faint, but I could still here a conversation down in the living room.
What...That doesn't make sense! Both my parents are at work...They never said they were recording a
The search for the truthA girl and a doctor, in a blue box,The search for the truth6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two other boys, hot on their socks.
One with a guitar, to help them see,
The other behind him, drinking tea.
A girl with the army, and an dalek called Lars.
And another with torchwood, keeping aliens behind bars.
The boys never seem to give up their chase,
Causing the doctor always to make haste.
One of the boys, thinks himself quite a sleuth,
When the other asks what theyre searching for,
The other simply replies
The Fall of SpringIn the 21st century, spring was a time of rebirth. The sun came up from the skies, the wind would rise. The flowers would bloom again and the trees would bud. It was as if all around the world, the biological clock of nature and humans said, "it's time!"The Fall of Spring5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack, however, never once understood this concept. The whole "spring feel" was as alien to him as a Dalek or a Slitheen. He could barely remember a day in his long lived life that was a happy, worry-free spring day. First it was waiting in fear of invaders on their Boeshane Peninsula. Then came the terrorizing attack in which he lost Gray. Somewhere down the line, Jack found out that first time he'd died had been in the springtime. And the last time was when he left Earth for good.
Spring. What was that but a name for a period of time? It was truly and surely a misnomer. Fall, on the other hand, it meant everything. Dying. The leaves, the trees, the flowers, the weather. His heart. After all, September 2009 of the 456 was in the
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
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
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
A CrackA Crack3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shape of a sickly smile
The sound of a woman's voice,
Send me back!
Send me back!
He knows that voice,
Remembers that day.
That awful, terrible, life-ending day,
when his world was ended
When he wa
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me3 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
Sock It To HimSanta Claus delivers everywhere, and the Doctor finds a stocking on his door...Sock It To Him3 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
Find Her, Find River SongFind Her, Find River Song4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Find her. Find River Song."
That was when she knew.
As she was bent over the man she was bred to kill, her task fulfilled, that's when she knew that finding River Song was not going to be a physical search, a physical journey. She saw the earnest sadness in the Doctor's gentle green eyes as he looked into her, pleading. Find her. Find yourself. Find the woman you are, not what they made you to be.
"Tell her something."
Melody was afraid. Not because the Doctor would harm her, or be angry with her, but because she knew that once she heard those words from the Time Lord's lips there would be no more pretending that she and the River Song he loved so much were different people.
Because as long as she was Melody, she didn't care that he struggled to stand, to save his best friends in his last moments. She didn't care that as the seconds marched past they took his life with them. She didn't care that his hearts stuttered and struggled to beat. She didn't care that his lungs were unable to
The Twelve Timelords of XmasON the first day of Christmas, my Time Lord gave to me:The Twelve Timelords of Xmas4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
First Doctor:A TARDIS complete with key. (smiles and stands in the door way, dangling TARDIS key)
ON the second day of Christmas, my Time Lord gave to me:
Second Doctor: Two cute companions! (holds hands with Jamie and Victoria)
First Doctor:And a TARDIS complete with key!
ON the third day of Christmas, my Time Lord gave to me:
Third Doctor: Three French suits!
Second Doctor: Two cute companions!
First Doctor:and a TARDIS complete with key!
ON the fourth day of Christmas, my Timelord gave to me:
Fourth Doctor:Four K-9s. (K-9s start moving about and cause him great annoyance)
Third Doctor:Three French Suits.
Second Doctor:Two cute companions!
First Doctor:and a TARDIS complete with key!
The ABC's of Doctor WhoAngels, as a general rule, cause more harm than good.The ABC's of Doctor Who3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Bananas (unlike pears) are good; always bring one to parties.
Count the shadows.
Evil comes in many degrees and packages.
Feel down? Don't use a "Bliss" patch.
Go for the eye(stalks).
Hospitals are bad; avoid whenever possible.
If you're confused about something, don't be afraid to ask questions; fear the answers.
Just smile and nod if the Doctor asks you something you don't understand.
Killing is not (always) the answer.
Life is an adventure, a challenge, a game, and a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference.
Mysteries are made to be solved; dive in headfirst!
Never trust a cat, nun, nurse, or combination of the three.
Options exist for everything, just be sure to take the best one.
Place your faith in only complete strangers and those you can trust.
Quit while you're ahead; it'll all be down
BenderThe Doctor drinks something he shouldn't, with unfortunate results.Bender3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Oooh!" he groaned. The Doctor sat with one hand on his forehead and the other wrapped around his stomach.
"Here, honey. Drink this." River handed him a tumbler of sickly green liquid.
He took it slowly and tossed it back in one huge slug. "Ugh!" He shuddered the full length of his body. "Thanks," he said in a dead tone.
"I can't believe this," Amy said, sitting on the stairs. "How could it have affected you that badly, we all drank it." Rory nodded from beside her. They both looked at the Doctor worriedly.
"Normally he avoids it," River said.
"If I'd known what was in it, I wouldn't have gone within three feet of it!" the Doctor exclaimed weakly, his handflicks lacked their normal vigor. Amy looked worriedly at River.
"Come on," River said to the Doctor, pulling him up. "Let's get you to bed."
"Not now, River. I'm not in the mood."
River grinned as he weakly fended her off. She wrapped his arm around her should
Crackety CrackCrackety Crack4 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Master hunkered down in the corner of his hiding-place, trying to make himself as small as possible, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Sweat beaded on his brow in tiny droplets and his breathing sounded ragged in his ears. His double heart-beat pounded wildly in his chest, the driving beat cruelly reminiscent of the drumbeat that had once tormented him every waking hour. He knew he was close to having a panic attack, but somehow he managed to hang on, fighting back the weakness. There had to be a way out of this, there had to be. He was the Master. He was a genius - stone-cold brilliant, in fact. His ingenuity and cunning knew no bounds. He would think of a way. He just had to force himself to focus.
He wasn't safe here. THEY were out there. He could hear them in the distance, moving about, talking together in their high-pitched, terrifying voices. Soon they would find him. Soon this last, unlikely sanctuary would be penetrated and then the torture would begin all over
Eye See You"Who wants to pilot the TARDIS?" the Doctor grinned.Eye See You5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Not me," both Rory and Amy replied at the same time. The Doctor frowned. "What if we crash?" Amy added.
"Spoilsports all if you." The Doctor shook his head.
"I prefer living if that's alright with you," Rory supplied.
The Doctor rolled his eyes slightly. "I'll be there to help you," laughed the Doctor. "Come on. How many people can say they've flown a timeship?"
"No one," replied Rory, "because if they did, they'd be sectioned."
"Nonsense, I know seven people. Come on Amy." The Time Lord dragged his ginger Scottish companion towards the console. He instructed her to place the lever at just the right angle. The TARDIS shook a bit and Amy reached for the stabilizers. She winked at the Doctor, remembering River Song. The Doctor gave her an unpleasant twitch of the lips.
The TARDIS shook again. Amy reached for the blue switches but the Doctor stopped her quickly with a yelp. Amy looked over at her fiancé. "He hates those buttons,"
The Poet: TwoThe Poet: Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She stood up out of the rubble of the building she began to realize that did happen, she just regenerated.
She didn't know what was to happen but she felt like she had just woken up from the longest dream of her life. Looking around she tried to find a mirror to see what she had looked like now, but she was more concerned with Peter and Claudia, the loyal nurses who took care of Pen and True.
She walked over to them in bare feet, stepping on shards of glass, and broken pieces of brick. Blanketed in a layer of rubble she began to cry and tore piece after piece off of them.
"Peter" she said her voice was now British, not American like before. "Claudia?"
"What are you?" Peter asked just then Claudia began to wake up he turned from Pen and said "Claudia are you alright?" she just moaned and then he yelled at Pen "Leave whatever you are, you can't be good. Go before you hurt anyone else..."
"Peter I'm so sorry, please let me help." she said with tears clouding her vision.
"We don't need
Christmas ContemplationsThe Doctor sat aboard the TARDIS in a rare moment of still, contemplating it had been another Christmas, another disaster narrowly averted and now he was once again alone. Oh yes, his adventure aboard the Titanic had been fun. Had taken his mind off things but there had been loses once again far too many losses of people who should have survived should have been saved Bannakaffalatta Morvin and Foon Van Hoff Astrid Peth Lost to save others lost like so many had been he hadn't really had the time to contemplate not properly at least since his last encounter with the Master Since he'd died in his arms since he'd lost the only one he truly loved He stopped himself. Was that really true. Did he still love him? Was he so devastated by his death, by losing him after a year of torment and torture, because he loved him? And deep in his hearts he knew it must be his Koschei God hChristmas Contemplations4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Revenge, Best Served HOT!!! - Chapter FourRevenge, Best Served HOT!!! - Chapter Four3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Before Jack could reply, there was a loud, beeping sound from the pocket of his greatcoat. With a slight frown of irritation, he pulled out his PDA and checked his messages. All at once, he swore violently, all his muscles clenched as if he wanted to hurl the device as far away from him as he could.
"I knew it!" he snarled furiously. "That bastard! That goddamn bastard!"
"What?" the Doctor demanded. "Jack, what?"
Almost shaking with rage, Jack handed the PDA over to him. For a moment, the text scrolling across the screen seemed to dance up and down in front of his eyes. He blinked rapidly until his vision settled and he could read the message. It had apparently been sent from an anonymous source, but the mocking content required no explanation.
"How many more can you stand to lose, Captain Freak? Run, run, just as fast as you can...can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!"
A cold shiver passed over the Doctor's skin. It was an out-and-out challenge, a taunt, someth
Duct Tape Solves EverythingThe Doctor threw the last empty roll of duct tape over his shoulder and looked at his handiwork with satisfaction.Duct Tape Solves Everything5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There! Let it try and fall apart now!"
"Its not going to hold, you know, Doctor."
"Course it will!"
"It will! It will I tell you!"
"It won't! Look!"
Amy reached out and poked the wood-and-duct-tape surface of the TARDIS. There was a creaking, groaning sound, and it collapsed into a mess of wood, glass, broken sign and duct tape.
The Doctor was hopping on the spot with frustration, literally. A particularly large bit of wood had landed on his foot.
"What did you do that for?" he cried, waving his arms around and running his hands through his hair, "I'm going to have to start again now! Amy..."
Amy shrugged, "I told you so. Why don't we just leave The TARDIS to repair itself? It can do that now, right?"
The Doctor scowled sulkily, "Well...yeee-ees...But I wanted to have a go myself!"
"Doctor, from what I've seen, you might be able to construct a time
44. Transformation I watched in horror as the Doctor fell to the floor, screaming in agonizing pain. We had just managed to get away from the Jadoon who had been chasing us, but not before he had the chance to shoot the Doctor.44. Transformation5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dropped to my knees beside the Doctor. "Doctor! Oh, Doctor! Please tell me there's something I can do!"
"H-help me up, Emily." He stuttered. "I need to stand up."
"Oh, Doctor. I don't think that'd be wise. You're hurt, you need to stay still."
"Emily, just trust me. I need to stand up." I looked into his eyes, biting my lip as I analyzed the situation. He was alien, maybe he would be okay. I grabbed a hold of his hand, and put an arm around him as he struggled to get up, wincing in pa
The PandoricaI am the trickster, the goblin. The oncoming storm. The enemy of the Daleks, and oh, so many other aliens. I am the last Timelord. The Pandorica was built for me.The Pandorica4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They weren't here to steal the thing. It wasn't opening to let whatever was inside it escape. No, they came to put the worst person in the world in it. To imprision me. I've seen the end of the universe more times then I care to count, seen the end of too many civilisations. Seen the back of too many companions, dear friends. Yet I refuse to wield a gun in anger. Refuse to actually kill anyone directly. I will happily imprison them forever, to let them think over their sins for eternity. Ironic now then, that I am stuck in the Pandorica. The ultimate jail cell. No way out. No way to escape, not even death. Death would be a long time coming for me anyway. Leaving me, for all of eterntity, to think on my sins.And there are many of them. To think on that I let my people die. Twice. I ran. Oh, I ran, so fast, so far. I