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Doctor Who 101

1. Bananas are good.
2. Watch out for women named Jackie, they slap. Hard.
3. "Go to your room" are terrible last words.
4. Be silent in The Library.
5. Fear of the dark is NOT irrational.
6. Don't blink, blink and you're dead.
7. Travelling with the Doctor is not safe; however it is the journey of a lifetime.
8. Statues of weeping angles are dangerous.
9. The Doctor is rubbish at weddings, especially his own.
10. The Doctor does not appreciate being called "Doc".
11. The Doctor likes the word fantastic… and brilliant.
12. A strange man in your bedroom does not mean anything can happen.
13. Lots of planets have a north.
14. If you meet an eccentric man who says his name is John Smith, the wise thing would be to get away as fast at you can. It's not the most fun though.
15. The Doctor is good at accents. Rose is not.
16. The Doctor came first in 'Jiggery Pokery'.
17. 'Tainted love' and 'Toxic' are earth classics.
18. 'Toxic' is actually a Ballad.
19. The Doctor can bring down a government with a single word…. Oh, sorry, my mistake: it was six.
20. The Last Human was a trampoline.
21. The Doctor loves a happy medium.
22. The Master never really dies.
23. Neither do the Daleks.
24. The Cybermen are equally resistant, although extermination seems to be effective.
25. "Mickey the Idiot" isn't so much of an idiot after all.
26. The Doctor does not do domestic, unless it's Christmas and Rose asks him to.
27. Remember when the Doctor kissed Martha? That was not a kiss, it was a genetic transfer.
28. Everyone knows who Harriet Jones is, even the Daleks.
29. The Doctor hates hospitals, unless they have a little shop.
30. You gotta love Rose… even the Daleks like her!
31. Cell phones really do interfere with some instruments. Those of a Tula Warship for instance.
32. The Master loves silly songs.
33. The words "You Are Not Alone" can change the world.
34. The Doctor hates guns.
35. Upgrades are not good.
36. Do not try to make the Doctor human, it…. complicates things.
37. Do not make the Doctor angry.
38. Donna is a Supertemp.
39. Never say never ever.
40. Always turn left.
41. Some things are worth getting your heart broken over.
42. Safe and Saved are two very different things.
43. Queen Elizabeth the First does not like the Doctor.
44. Shakespeare flirts a lot.
45. The globe is not actually a globe, it's a tetradecagon.
46. Beware the Ann Droid.
47. People in Doctor Who like to explain how their name is spelled.
48. Lynda with a Y is sweet.
49. People don't vote for sweet (well, people from her time anyway).
50. Captain Jack Harkness naked in front of millions of viewers? Your viewing figures just went up!
51. Sometimes, the Doctor runs out of kindness.
52. Of course a screwdriver should be sonic!
53. Don't buy a gun that requires batteries, they tend to run out at the worst moment possible.
54. The Doctor loves blowing up other people's jobs.
55. The Doctor likes to play Santa.
56. The TARDIS can actually fly!
57. The Doctor failed on his TARDIS-piloting exam.
58. You really don't wanna know where Jack hides his laser guns.
59. Most girls (and guys) don't actually mind when Jack flirts with them, it's just the Doctors prudishness, really.
60. The Doctor can actually dance.
61. Rose really needs a Doctor…
62. Bad Wolf is not a bad thing.
63. You will never actually see the planet Barcelona.
64. The Doctor wants to be ginger.
65. Sadly, he is a bit rude, and not ginger.
66. Rose likes pink.
67. Jack flirts with anything with a postcode.
68. The Doctor is worth the monsters.
69. Do not try to pronounce the word "Raxacoricofallapatorius". You will fail, and the Doctor will laugh at you.
70. Queen Victoria was not amused…. Actually, she was so un-amused, she declared the Doctor and Rose enemies of the crown.
71. The entire British Royal Family are werewolves.
72. Given the right incentive, Jackie Tyler could beat a werewolf.
73. Tin dogs can be very useful.
74. Spare hands are useful, don't throw them away.
75. Playing on people's most basic fears; a clear sign someone is possessed by the devil…. or a good psychologist.
76. Allons-y and Alonso go very well together.
77. 5 million Cybermen? No problem for the Daleks. One Doctor? They'd run screaming… if they had legs.
78. Daleks actually can go up stairs. They can fly, remember?
79. The Doctor likes to say the word "what".
80. He also apologises a lot.
81. The Doctor does not appreciate being called "Martian".
82. They had global warming back in the middle ages.
83. One should never meet ones heroes.
84. Human-Dalek hybrids completely ruin the Daleks' image.
85. Sad = happy for deep people.
86. Time is not a strict progression from cause to effect… it is actually more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey…. stuff.
87. A paradox created by the Doctor meeting himself could blow a hole in the universe the exact size of Belgium.
88. Jack's Vortex manipulator is a space-hopper, the TARDIS is the sports car of time travel.
89. The Doctors tenth regeneration is kinda cheeky.
90. There is a disturbingly large possibility that Jack is actually the Face of Boe.
91. During WO II there were at least five versions of Captain Jack Harkness present in Great-Britain:
- The Original, whose name Jack stole.
- A Jack working for TORCHWOOD.
- A Jack who meets the Doc and Rose for the first time.
- A Jack in a cryogenic chamber at TW
- A Jack who had accidentally travelled back in time and met the original.
It's a bloody miracle he didn't meet himself!! And kinda sad, really, two Jacks is better than one.
92. The Doctor and Donna are NOT married!
93. Agatha Christie is brilliant!
94. In the Doctor's life, not everything happens chronologically.
95. Nothing is impossible, no matter how many times you say it is.
96. Sorry, can't say: spoilers!
97. T-A-R-D-I-S. It stands for Tethered Aerial Release Developed In Style! NOT!
98. Another regeneration, and you know what? He's still not ginger!
99. Geronimo is a nice word.
100. Generated anomalies are brilliant!
101. One word: RUN!!!!!

Okay, my best friend and I were talking about this little list, and we realised I forgot something very, very, VERY important. So here is rule 101.b:

101.B. Don't wander off!!
Doctor Who 101.... I just had to! I did this for Stargate, but doing it for DW was even more fun. I love the Doctor :giggle:

While I was writing this, I came across someone else who did something like this on DA, I swear I didn't try to steal your idea!

PS: Doctor Who is not mine. The Doctor and his lovely companions belong to RTD....
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Hurtling through time and space,
                                                     Can he ever find a place?
                                             Jumping forward to a brand new earth,
                                                Jumping back to an empty hearth.
                                             Forward again to see the Face of Boe,
                                                 Back in time to meet an old foe.
                                               He is pursued by an incessant fact,
                                              The likes of which he can't take back.
                                               His entire home, his people his soul,
                                               All gone, leaving him without a goal.
                                                   The last of the Time Wars,
                                                        The end of his kind,
                                                   He is trapped by those bars,
                                                  But what is he seeking to find?
                                                   Solace he finds within one girl,
                                                 The likes of whoms story unfurls.
                                           Constant companions, best friends, equals,
                                              Even through their occasional squalls.
                                                   It is she for whom he sought,
                                                And for she for whom he fought.
                                                The man of whom I speak is he,
                                                     The last of the Time Lords,
                                                                The Doctor
Well, I don't know. I was feeling emo today and I am watching the Doctor Who Confidential so, I figured, why not?
I'm not a great shakes at poetry and well yeah.
edit: i know the forat is odd but they didn't provide a center option.
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Why we love Doctor Who Series 2:

Because the Tenth Doctor has new teeth.

Because of course we missed him.
Because he knows the Lion King.
Because he recognises the taste of A Positive blood.
Because he's rude and not ginger.
Because Jackie needs to shut up.
Because it's very British to have tea when the world's coming to an end.
Because everyone knows who Harriet Jones is.
Because he's certainly got a gob.
Because Jackie says the name of the show just before the opening titles run. Cheesy.

Because of the apple-grass.
Because he's slim... and just a little bit foxy.
Because he's still got it.
Because he's beating out a samba.
Because telepathy means 'a face full of big head'.
Because the Face of Boe is 'textbook enigmatic'.
Because the Doctor says 'new' at least 17 times.

Because David Tennant got to do an episode in his normal accent.
Because Rose has been 'oot and aboot'.
Because Queen Victoria is not amused (finally).
Because the telescope is 'pretty'.
Because Rose didn't have any silver bullets.
Because the Doctor won't abuse his responsibilities as a traveller in time for five quid.
Because he will for ten.
Because he is very attached to his thumb.

Because he knows where Aberdeen is.
Because K9's been upgraded.
Because Mickey needs K9 to remind him that he is in a car.
Because they need to 'forget the shooty dog thing'.
Because the Doctor will never say 'correct-a-mundo' ever again.
Because he's expecting happy-slapping hoodies with ASBO's and ringtones.
Because Mickey has pigtails and a frilly skirt.
Because the Lock Ness Monster trumps Werewolves.
Because the Doctors says 'physics' 9 times.

Because Arthur is a good name for a horse.
Because monsters have nightmares about him.
Because bananas are good.
Because he truly is a lonely angel.
Because the Doctor let Rose keep Mickey.
Because he's Mr. Thick Thickity Thick Face from Thicktown Thickannia. And so's his dad!
Because he didn't want to say 'magic door'.
Because he's worth the monsters.
Because one must tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.
Because the droids do not require Reinette's feet.
Because the Doctor wasn't actually drunk. Even though he had a tie on his head.

Because he knows exactly what he's doing...
Because if you want to know what's going on, work in the kitchens.
Because kicking the TARDIS helped and it hurt.
Because the Doctor says 'surrender' five times in about ten seconds.

Because the Doctor is the only genius in the room.
Because Mickey learned to fly a blimp on a Playstation.
Because the Doctor makes everything up as he goes along - brilliantly.
Because Mickey's slightly less of an idiot.

Because she's goin' his way, doll.
Because there's no other way to go, daddy-o.
Because he has a scooter. In his TARDIS. A scooter in the TARDIS.
Because he swears by rubber soles.
Because he can't wrap his hand around his elbow and make his fingers meet.
Because the Doctor isn't surprised that Jackie dated a sailor.
Because only an idiot hangs the Union Flag upside down.
Because the Doctor is the King of Belgium, apparently.

Because Rose likes 'The Bitter Pill'.
Because she likes Protein One with a dash of Three.
Because no one knows the gender of the Ood.
Because the Doctor dislikes trapdoors.

Because they're the stuff of legend.
Because the Doctor says 'gravity schmavity'.
Because it's 'so human' to go where angels fear to tread.

Because the Doctor says 'Raxicoricofallapatorious' twice.
Because the twin planet of Raxicoricofallapatorious is Clom.
Because there's a big absorbing alien over there, and Rose is having a go at Elton.
Because of the massive difference between the red and blue buckets.
Because the Doctor needs a spade.

Because Rose is following a copper's hunch.
Because the Doctor's not a cat person.
Because everything's coming up Doctor!
Because after carrying the Olympic beacon to the stadium he yells 'WHOAHOHOHOHOO!'
Because edible ball bearings are genius.

Because the Doctor ain't 'fraid o' no ghosts!
Because he has a reputation to uphold.
Because, for some reason, no one asks about the 3D glasses.

Because upon hearing the Doctor's name, the Daleks stagger backwards slightly.
Because... come on! Daleks vs Cybermen - GENIUS!
Because the Daleks have no concept of elegance.
Because of the Doctor's little laugh in the Sphere Room.
Because of his expression when Donna appears on the TARDIS.
Because "The Doctor will open the Ark!"
Because "The Doctor will not!"
Because they finally ask about the 3D glasses.
Because Rose says "I love you".
Because we all knew what the Doctor was going to say.
Because... just because!!
I sat down, watching Series 2, and thought "This is so brilliant!!" as I usually do, and so wrote this xD

This isn't a final thing, if you read this, and think that there's something obviously fantastic that I've missed, then please let me know! This has been written episode by episode, so starting with the Christmas Invasion, and finishing with Doomsday.

'Because the Doctor wasn't actually drunk. Even though he had a tie on his head.' was suggested by ~CuteziAngel
Thank you!

I don't own Doctor Who, or its characters - BBC does.

I only wrote this to share my love for the Second Series :D And because David Tennant is awesomesauce.

YAY ^_^
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Who are you?
You with the big, curly hair
You with the poison lips
You with the sad, sad eyes
Can't tell them
Can't spoil the ending
It's more than that
Nobody REALLY knows you
Not your mother
Not your father
Not even your own husband
(Wait, is he even that?)
You really don't know
Your life has always been
With 'Spoilers'
Your childhood…spoiled
Your sanity…spoiled
Your chances at being normal…spoiled
Your love life…spoiled
You love the Doctor with
But he doesn't love you back
-Not in the way you love him-
He thinks of you as
A child
His killer
A mystery
(and, mostly, a nuisance)
To HIM you're just
A child, who was forced to grow up much too fast
His killer, who is in search of his forgiveness
A mystery, that he is always itching to unravel
(and, usually, a nuisance, who goes flying off to 'save' him when he is "in no need of saving")
Your husband-for-lack-of-better-words
(you know)
Is somewhat right
(But is also somewhat wrong)
You are a child without a true childhood
His killer who never killed him
A mystery to even yourself
(and, often, a nuisance who can't really tell right from wrong from left from right)
You also have come to think of yourself as other things
Using new titles like:
The Bride-Without-A-Groom
The Woman-Who-Is-A-Child
The Sometimes-Willing-Prisoner
The Best-Friend
The Girl-With-The-Wrong-Name
The Girl-With-The-Wrong-Name
The girl with the wrong name
That's the truth
You have
Been called by your
You have been called:
Melody Pond
The Girl
River Song
(at least, not anything REAL)
You don't have any REAL documentation
(You don't REALLY exist)
You don't have any REAL parents
(You, in all honesty, were the one who REALLY raised them)
You didn't have a REAL wedding
(Unless you count that time
-in a, now non-existent, bubble universe-
when neither of those wedded spoke their real names)
"Look into my eyes."
Is NOT a name
Neither is
(But, neither are any of yours, for that matter)
(And you want a mummy who will hold you when you cry)
-And you want a daddy who will punch anyone anything that tries to kiss you or hurt you-
But, you don't REALLY want a husband
Not if your husband is HIM
He makes everything
And you just want
To go and die
(not never)
-not in a million years-
Is not REAL
If you were REAL,
you would be
Melody Williams
There would be
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Don't let the angels touch your flesh,
or you will live an old life fresh.
Don't blink your eyes, or look away,
Lest you live your life in yesterday.

They turn to stone when them you spy,
And granite wings will never fly.
They'll kill you nice, but you'll be dead,
and all because you turned your head.

So never blink or avert your gaze,
or shortened then will be your days.
Don't blink, don't turn, don't wink an eye,
when'ere you see an angel cry.
A poem about the weeping angels.
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1. The Doctor always stays out of trouble.
2. The Doctor does not look human, humans look Time-Lord.
3. He's the Doctor, he's worse than everybody's aunt.
4. The Doctor never interferes in the affairs of other people or planets, unless there's children crying.
5. Fish fingers with custard are a culinary delight.
6. The Doctor is most definitely a madman with a box.
7. Always trust the Doctor.
8. Even the Doctor makes a mistake sometimes, that's what he needs his companions for. And of course because everyone needs some company.
9. The TARDIS is sexy.
10. Don't touch a cookie in the TARDIS, they are dangerous.
11. Compared to travelling with the Doctor, the London Blitz is a safe place to be.
12. The Eleventh Doctor has a way of having absolutely brilliant ideas, and then going about them all wrong.
13. Amy is awesome.
14. The new Daleks look like a bad version of the Power Rangers; they just got a few colours wrong.
15. Cracks in walls can be very dangerous.
16. The Doctor has photographic memory.
17. Vampires + Venice + The Doctor = EPIC win!
18. Daleks don't have an honest bone in their body… wait, sorry, they don't have any bones at all.
19. The Doctor seems to have taken a liking to giving people/beings nicknames.
20. The Supreme Dalek goes by 'sweetheart'.
21. blue = stabilizers = booooring
22. Angels are not nice.
23. The TARDIS is not supposed to make any sound when it lands, the Doctor always leaves the brakes on.
24. Never ever put the Doctor in a trap.
25. The Doctor points and laughs at archaeologists…
26. Being clever isn't easy.
27. The Doctor usually saves the day by doing something incredibly stupid and dangerous.
28. Impossible = 2 minutes work.
29. The Doctor is good with time… but that doesn't stop him from constantly being late. Especially at weddings. Especially his own.
30. The Doctor likes comfy chairs.
31. The Eleventh Doctor likes bad puns.
32. As long as the Doctor is talking, the plan isn't finished.
33. Sorry, can't tell you, still spoilers.
34. The Doctor is still thick… it just never goes away, even regenerating doesn't help.
35. I can't stress this enough: Non whiney Vampires (so, get lost Edward Cullen!) + Venice + the Doctor = EPIC win!
36. The Doctor loves 'big mining things'.
37. Don't stick your hand in holes in the ground. Ever.
38. It's not breaking and entering, it's Sonicing and entering!!!
39. The Doctor always makes perfect sense, if you don't get it, you're just not keeping up.
40. The Doctor needs silence.
41. The Doctor isn't scared of monsters, the monsters are scared of him.
42. Don't diss the sonic!
43. Never 'shush' Amy.
44. "Hello sweetie" are two of the most epic words in the universe.
45. They are especially nice when graffitied on the oldest cliff side of the universe.
46. River had a valid reason for doing it, really, he wasn't answering his phone!
47. Between Rose and the Doctor, there is one hell of an age gap (they still work though)
48. The Doctor actually WAS right! His name is Ricky..... in a parallel universe that is.
49. Bowties are cool.
50. So are Fezzes.
51. "Everything is going to be fine." .............Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
52. River can fly the TARDIS..... she's actually better at it than the Doctor.
53. You probably can't trust her.... then again, where would be the fun in that?
54. The Doctor is like a space version of Gandalf, or at least, that's what he thinks.
55. Rory and the Doctor are Amy's boys.
56. If you die in reality, you're dead. That's why it's called "reality".
57. The Doctor love's saying things he's never said before.
58. A thing is better than a plan.
59. The Doctor really does not like violence.... however he does shoot guns.
60. River hates good wizards in fairy tales, they always turn out to be the Doctor.
61. Are you my mummy?
62. The Doctor is not a dinner lady.
63. Anything you can do, Jack can do better.
64. He snogged Madame de Pompadour. Rose was not happy. Madame de Pompadour was.
65. Just what you needed to make your day: a Dalek with an identity crisis.
66. Spacestation 1 = satellite five = the gamestation = TROUBLE
67. Never underestimate plumbing.
68. Don't come too close!!!!
69. Just a reminder: RUN!
70. Oh yeah, and don't wander off Pond!!
71. Buffalo
72. Massive heat + massive body = MASSIVE bang
73. The Doctor only takes the best.
74. Mauve ; the universally recognised colour for danger (us humans are just weird)
75. Rose likes spock.
76. Mummy?
77. There's a time and a place....  not that Jack cares about that.
78. So many species, so little time....
79. The Doctors nose has special powers, his ears however.... don't. Even though they're big.
80. Just scan for alien tech already.
81. Dance, anyone?
82. The Lion King just keeps popping up!!!
83. Just in case: Pond, put some trousers on!
84. Amy and Jack should never EVER meet.
85. Neither should Jack and River....
86. And most definitely not the three of them together... *runs and hides*
87. Early days: the steering's a bit off.
88. Yes, of course the swimming pool is IN the library.
89. Don't ask stupid questions.
90. They can shoot him dead, but he'll have the moral highground.
91. The Doctor is married (to his TARDIS), so back OFF (Yes River, you too).
92. Sexy!
93. What's so difficult, it's JUST quantum physics.....
94. Monsters, start to run. The Doctor is making a house call.
95. Scariest place in the universe: a child's bedroom.
96. Melody friggin Pond?! You have GOT to be kidding me.
97. THOSE were the bloody Silence?!
98. Children.... they're still rather scary sometimes...
99. Astronauts are NOT supposed to come from underwater people!!!
100. He's like a nine-year-old trying to rebuild a motorbike in his bedroom. And he never reads the instructions.
101. She might not have always taken him where he wanted to go, but she always took him where he needed to go….
102. The Doctor is still worth the monsters.
Yes, I made another one, I know, it's bad... but I just really felt like it XD Hope you enjoy people, and please forgive any spelling mistakes!!!!

Not mine and never will be, just having fun ^^
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Ode To Tennant – A Rage of Two Fans

Dear David Tennant
We think you're really great
You've killed a lot of Daleks
When they yelled EXTERMINATE

You killed them really quickly
You hit them with your laser beam
They screamed out really loud
When they died in all those scenes

Sorry, did we say laser beam?
We meant to say screwdriver
But we haven't watched it in a while
Cuz you went pedophile

You married your own daughter
And we think that's really gross
You should have come and found us
Instead of fighting Adipose

We even like the captain
We think he's really nice
We liked him in that one scene
We looked at his butt twice

We wish you'd take your clothes off
But we don't think that could be
Because you met some bimbo hooker
That you married off BBC

You met with Donna twice
And for that you're really cool
But you were with Martha once
And for that trip, you're a fool

So listen, Tennant, darling
We tell you this in love
Before we fly back to America
Like two dejected doves

We may not be Rose Tyler
Or even Sarah Jane
But no need to ache for either
We're available any day

Thanks for listening, dear Ten
You've made our hears rejoice
But we're still a little irked
About your bride of choice

For you we'll grin and bear it
But please know this dear love
She may have you stuck there on the Earth
But we'll be waiting in the TARDIS up above
the full title is to supposed to be Ode to David Tennant - A Rage By Two Fans as you can see in the beginning. in any case, this i was made up by me and my friend :iconlapushindian: while we were watching Doctor Who.
just to point out, we have no real animosity toward the woman who played Jenny being Tennant's wife, we're just expressing our views a little... metaphorically. please take no offense Who fans or Tennant/Jenny romantisits. we're just pissed off he didn't consult us :anger:

anyhow, yes i realize it doesn't all coincide nor does it have references matching but it's just a bit of fun and if you're going to be all blah about it then go somewhere else.
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Donna stepped out of the dark glow of the TARDIS and found herself bathed in light.

Plains of long, golden grass lay before her, stretching out as far as she could see, and in the distance she spotted glittering peaks reaching upwards to touch the sky. The mountains seemed to glow and shimmer, and as she watched in bewilderment she realized that they were reflecting the sunlight. Giving an excited grin, she stepped out of the TARDIS, slowly lowering a bare foot to the ground, and felt a surge of delight as warm, tan-coloured soil slipped between her toes.

She closed the TARDIS' doors behind her and beamed, suddenly feeling aware of the empty space beside her. She rarely left the TARDIS without the Doctor at her side, and while she loved traveling with him, Donna reveled in this feeling; the sheer nervousness and excitement of stepping out on to an alien planet by herself. This was her, Donna Noble, a lowly temp from Chiswick, adventuring out into the wilderness by herself. Anything could happen, anything, and for once she was about to experience just what that anything was all by herself.

Unable to resist anymore, Donna began to stride forward confidently, but stopped when something brushed against her ear. After raising a hand to feel, and realizing there was nothing there, she twisted around to see what it was, and for the first moment since her arrival, she let her eyes travel upwards. Across the golden plain, specks of yellow fell lightly from the sky. She stared, intrigued, her ever-inquisitive mind wondering if it could be snow. Donna reached out, and managed to grab hold of one as it drifted by. She stared at it in fascination as it lay in the palm of her hand. It was a petal. She looked back across the field, gazing in wonder as the golden petals floated down from no where like yellow cherry blossoms. Above her, not even a cloud penetrated the crisp blue sky. Where were they coming from? After staring at the spectacle for a few seconds she decided to just be happy she was there to see it. She let the petal in her hand go, and watched as the soft wind blew it out of sight before she began walking away from the TARDIS, ready to explore this gorgeous, alien world.

For a while, Donna waded waist deep through the tall grass, stopping every now and then to glance back at the TARDIS. Fortunately, the ship's bright blue exterior stood out for miles against the gold of the grass, so Donna knew the possibility of getting lost was tiny. While she walked her fingers skimmed the grass-tops, but it didn't itch, merely soothed her fingertips as she brushed past. As she drifted across the glen, Donna reminded herself of why she was here, and what she was looking for.

That morning, when Donna had awoken, the Doctor had been gone. Not missing, just gone. In fact, that had been his exact words on the post-it he'd stuck to her bedroom door. "Gone out" written in messy writing with a jelly baby stuck to what little space was left on the paper with an extravagant amount of sellotape. After gobbling the snack up and mentally thanking the Doctor for being so concerned about her diet, Donna had decided to go find the Time Lord. He hadn't told her not to come, so it couldn't be too dangerous-or so she hoped, since her ginger hair probably stood out in the golden landscape more than the TARDIS-and one jelly baby hadn't caused nearly enough of a sugar high to cure her boredom. After changing out of her pajamas Donna had slipped out through the ship's doors, and had found

Donna continued walking for a few minutes, and was beginning to worry when she spotted the object of her search. Through the golden strands she could see the Doctor coat, which had been unceremoniously deposited on the ground in a messy heap. Beside it lay the Time Lord himself, eyes closed as he breathed gently. Donna felt her stomach drop in dread as her as it occurred to her that he could be unconscious, or worse.

"Doctor?" she called out, voice wavering with fear. He didn't reply, but instead shifted slightly, craning his neck and angling his face upwards, as if seeking the sun's warmth. Donna could see his eyes moving slowly under their lids. Above, the sunlight flickered down, running across his pale, freckled skin in a mix of gold and white. Donna felt her fear ease slightly as it dawned on her; he was sleeping.

The human smiled affectionately, glad he was safe, but mentally chided herself. She should have seen this coming. After their visit to Midnight he'd been both physically and mentally exhausted, and she'd known he'd have to crash sooner or later, Time Lord or not. If she closed her eyes...she could still remember it clearly. The look on his face as he'd returned to the resort, the ghostly eyes which had looked right through her, yet consented as she'd pulled him close, and he'd pulled her closer.

By now, Donna had realized her true purpose as a companion. She wasn't there for company, however much he might enjoy hers when he had time, or to hold down levers and push buttons when he was busy. No, she was there to be a lifeline; something the Doctor could hold on to, that he could use to help him get back on his feet whenever he fell. She knew that this lonely, fun, slightly mad alien needed something to keep him grounded, and couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't have that something with him.

Her eyes drifted to his sides, and her smile faded when she saw that his fingers were curled tightly around a stray strand of grass; he was holding himself in place, as if he was afraid he might fall away from the ground if he didn't. Donna lowered herself to the ground and, after gently prying the golden strand from his grip and entwining her own fingers with his, she waited for the Time Lord to wake.

Brushing a stray lock of ginger hair out of her eyes, Donna let her mind wander, thoughts following the same trail as they had before. She remembered Martha, and how she'd mistaken the Doctor desperately holding on to her as something else, and the disappointment that had soon followed. And thinking back further...Donna let herself remember the image of this alien, standing in the doorway of his TARDIS, and choking out the name of the woman who had been ripped away from him. The woman who had stolen the Doctor's heart long before Donna had even known he existed, who had disappeared so mysteriously from the his life, and who now only existed as a ghost that haunted the TARDIS' hallways, her face unseen and her name tabooed...

"Hello," came a small voice. Donna jumped slightly, and looked down to where the Doctor lay, both eyes now open and staring up at her. She smiled back, trying not to envy the fact that while she was usually incapable of placing one foot in front of the other within the first hour of waking up, he didn't even look groggy, and could have easily fought off an entire battalion of Sontarans, or whatever other alien he'd managed to anger today.

"Good morning, Sunshine," she replied, using one of her kinder nicknames for him. "Nice sleep?"

"Mhmm, lovely." His eyes drifted down to their joined hands, and Donna quickly snatched hers away, cheeks turning scarlet as she did so. She leaned back, avoiding eye contact and instead surveyed the golden world that lay before them.

"This place is beautiful! What's it called?" She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and gave a small, relieved smile when she felt the Doctor take her hand back and hold it loosely in his.

"Nothing. Doesn't have a name. At least, not anymore." She turned back to look at him, and saw that he was staring at the planet with the same look that often entered his eyes at the mention of his home, or Ro...her. A small bubble of anger inside her popped, as it often did when he wouldn't explain things properly, making her feel so...insignificant. So unneeded.

"Well if you're not going to answer-"

"No," he interrupted. "Sorry, Donna." He made eye contact. "Sorry. I'm just trying to think of how to explain this to you. It's's like on the Ood Sphere. Well, not exactly like it, but similar. Your people branched out from Earth, settling on different planets, and the Ood Sphere was one of the worlds they colonized. My people did the same sort of thing; they found worlds similar to theirs, and tried to expand their civilization by colonizing."

"And this was one of those worlds?" He nodded, and Donna frowned. "But it's...Doctor, it doesn't look like anyone's ever lived here."

He looked away again, the ghostly look in his eyes returning. "The Time War. It wiped them out. Made it so they never existed. Now they never came here." There was a small silence, and Donna could feel him drifting away from her...

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He sniffed, snapping out of the memory and gave a cheery smile. "Nah, it's fine. Didn't come here to tell you ghost stories anyway." He jumped up, pulling her to her feet as he did so, and pointed at one of the glittering mountains in the distance. "That's why we're here. TARDIS was picking up some odd readings coming from this planet, from those mountains in particular, and I thought we should have a look."

"And you thought you'd steal a nap while you were here?" Donna asked, already feeling irritated by his sudden change of subject, and the fact that he'd referred to his race as a 'ghost story'. Was that honestly what he thought of them?

"Yup!" he replied, popping the 'p'. "Needed a bit of a rest, and this is the closest thing I have to-" He cut himself off, face dropping as his smile disappeared; being on this planet was causing him to let down his usually impenetrable emotional barriers, and bringing back memories Donna could tell he didn't want to remember. He looked down at the ground for a moment, quickly trying to compose himself and Donna reached out to touch his arm. He jerked away slightly, and she felt the sting of rejection as anger surged up within her once again. He always did this, never let her come too close. Sure, maybe she'd come closer than others, but if he was going to hold on to her then he needed to let himself go sometimes. Accept a comforting hug from time to time, or tell someone what was bothering him. But he never did and it drove her mad.

After a moment or two her friend snapped back from his gloom and looked back at her, smiling once again. "Anyway, off we go then, allons-OW!" He rubbed the spot where his companion had just hit him. "What was that for?"

Donna crossed her arms. "For pretending you don't need anyone." It was all she needed to say.

The Doctor stared at her for a second, lips tightening in defiance. "I don't." There was a tense moment of silence between the two of them, and Donna considered slapping him again, but he stooped down to pick up his coat and began to walk towards the glittering mountains before she could move. As he walked away Donna closed her eyes and breathed in softly, trying to sort through the waves of anger and frustration that raged inside of her, that made her want to shake this stupid spaceman, make him tell her everything...because she could make it better, she just knew she could.

But as he pushed her away, she could feel her confidence dwindle; falling lower and lower each time he rejected her. Somewhere, in between the far away glances, and the mournful eyes that stared right passed her, past the cheerful smiles and funny catchphrases used to drag the Doctor's loneliness out of sight, Donna was losing the ability to stand her ground.

And so she slowly followed, leaving her stronghold amongst the grass as she let him lead her towards the mountains. Step by step. Day by day. Lie after lie after lie.

Ginger hair wafted across the golden glen, standing out for miles against the long grasses that swayed ever-mournfully in the light wind as Donna Noble followed in the footsteps of a lonely god.



Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

~Golden Slumbers, The Beatles
Chapter One of my super angst filled fic, Golden Slumbers!

It's not very evident from this first chapter, but this will be Ten/Rose. Sort of. You'll see :)

Chapter 2: [link]
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Waiting Room Part 2

    The approaching surgeon pulled down his mask. "Doctor Watson?"
    I nodded once, slowly.
    "Now, you're a medical man, so I'm sure you'll understand – you will have to be as careful and as quiet as you can – don't knock the bed, or touch the equipment – and he's not currently awake, but if you want to, you can see him anyway-"
    "Wait – what?" I asked, turning my head sharply to look at him. "See him? I can see him?"
    A sympathetic smile crossed the surgeon's tired face as he continued, "Yes, you can. Mr Sherlock Holmes is alive, and we expect him to wake up any minute now."
    Sherlock . . . .
    He's alive.

    It would have been easier to believe he'd died. It would have been more realistic. I hadn't thought real life had happy endings.
    Then how come I was getting mine?
    "Doctor Watson? Do you want to see him?"
    My voice wouldn't work.
    I was scared.
    No – I was terrified.
    I was terrified that I was making this up, delusional, that I'd been shot, was in a coma, or that any second Sherlock would have heart attack, a stroke due to a clot, react badly to the anaesthetic – and leave me forever.
    So I just nodded, then followed the silent surgeon down the pristine white corridors.
    Each step felt like it was taking me towards hell. Each time my footsteps echoed on the lino, I felt my fear increase. I couldn't bear it. I had to see him, touch him, hold him, know he was safe, alive, that he'd never leave me – he can't leave me, he can't, oh gods he can't . . .
    I'd protect him. By heaven above I'll protect him from every damn demon or disease that tried to hurt him. Sherlock will never bleed again. Not whilst I'm alive, and within one hundred miles of him . . .
    Eventually, the surgeon stopped by a door, and, smiling comfortingly, said "He just needs rest. If he wakes up, please call a nurse or a doctor. He's going to be fine."
    Once again, I nodded silently, and walked past him, into the room.
    He was sleeping.
    I'd barely ever seen him sleep.
    I wish I could see it more often. I've yet to see a sight more beautiful.
    Each dark, perfect curl had fallen into place effortlessly, contrasting with both the pure white pillow and his marble face. If it wasn't for the faint red flush to his cheeks, it would have been too easy to mistake him for a masterpiece by Michelangelo, the flawless complexion, the perfect cheek bones, heart-shaped lips, and the delicate, oval eyes.
    But it was the expression that completed the face, and I doubted even the greatest sculptor could have captured it. So soft a smile it was almost non-existent, and yet it still managed to light up his entire face. Sherlock Holmes, the man of action, the heartless man, simply shone.
    A good man? Sherlock Holmes has long surpassed that.
    I didn't realise I was smiling until opened my mouth to laugh at myself. How the hell did it take this long to realise I loved him?
    Without hesitation, I stepped forwards and slid into the seat beside the hospital bed.
    For an eternity I just watched him breath.
    Then my hand reached forwards and slid over his as it rested on the soft woollen quilt.
    The world could wait. I was going to stay here.
    I quite honestly don't know how long I sat there for. It felt like a while. But it was one of those times when you could easily stay still forever.
    But eventually, something had to move.
    Beneath my hand, I felt Sherlock's fingers shift, and with so small a movement, I was suddenly filled with relief, and fear.
    Relief because it proved he was fine. He really was going to recover.
    Fear – because reality finally struck me. How the hell am I meant to live and love him? He's Sherlock Holmes, the Great Detective, heartless, cold – how can this ever be good?
    But he took a bullet for me.
    "John . . ."
    My name. I looked up, and saw Sherlock's head roll over on the pillow, eyes still closed.
    "My . . ."
    My what? My stomach? Was he in pain? Concerned, I rose to my feet, and looked anxiously at the waking man. "Sherlock," I said, "Sherlock, are you okay?"
    Sherlock's eyes finally opened, beautiful and depthless, and looking straight at me.
    And he smiled.
    I couldn't stay there. I couldn't survive that smile.
    "I'll go tell the doctor you're awake," I mumbled, stepping back hurriedly. I withdrew my hand from his, ignoring the way his hand rose, and turned, trying to hold it.
    I can't hope. Hope is deadly.
    I left the room as quickly as I could.
    When I got outside, I collapsed against the wall, blinking back tears.
    If you've never been in my position, you won't know what it's like. Being so desperately in love with someone that you just walk through your life searching for any sign of affection from them – then die whenever you find one, because you know it's not meant how you want it to be. That it never will be. Living with the one thing you breath being the harshest torture.
    That smile – oh gods . . . the way he looked honestly pleased to see me. Oh, couldn't he hate me? Couldn't he have scowled, turned away, sworn. And couldn't he have dropped my hand, withdrawn his, not tried to hold it?
    But he had, and now I couldn't stop thinking of that touch.
    How could I live like this?
    What am I going to do?
    I slid down onto the floor, and buried my face in my hands. What could I do? Tell him?
    I laughed humourlessly, the sound mixing strangely with the tears steadily trickling down my cheeks. Tell Sherlock? Seriously?
    But the longer the idea was in my head, the more I started to realise it was the only real option I had.
    If I told him – if he knew – how could it be worse than this? Either he'd be horrified and run a mile, and avoid me for the rest of my life, giving me the opportunity to get over him. Perhaps then I could live, if not happily, then at least without too much pain.
    Or perhaps he'd accept it – accept me. He took a bullet for me . . .
    Either way, it would be better than this. It's the uncertainty, the waiting that's the worst.
    Bring on hell, just get me out of purgatory.
    So I've got to tell you, whether it kills me or not.

    I calmly wiped away the tears. I blinked sternly, and rose to my feet. I felt like I was dreaming. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't have stopped myself for the world. It was just something I had to do.
    I stepped through the doors, and Sherlock, now sitting up, looked up at me, smiling hesitantly – possibly nervous about my abrupt disappearance earlier.
    I've been to Afghanistan. I've watched people die in front of me. I've had people die at my hands, either because I couldn't save them, or I didn't want them to live. I'd acquired post-traumatic stress. I stood at my father's grave. I'd even survived Christmas Shopping with Harry.
    But none of those were harder than standing there and saying eight simple letters, three famous words.
    I just thought about his touch. His smile . . . and looked at him, licked my lips and just said it. "I love you."
    Sherlock's face changed so slowly. The nervous smile slipped down, and his eyes widened, stunned. His mouth fell open.
    I stayed still. I didn't move. I didn't breath. I almost didn't want him to say anything. I almost wanted to turn and walk out, and just leave him at that. Never have to face him again, but knowing I'd done my damned hardest to make my life the best it could be.
    "Um," said Sherlock. His voice was shaking – he'd clenched his hands into fists to stop them shaking, too. "Uh . . . d'you – do you think you could do that running over and kissing me thing?"
    "What?" I asked, for a moment so stunned I forgot to be nervous.
    Sherlock frowned, and looked down. "Um, I mean, I – I'm not really and expert on this – not at all – oh gods, this is going bad . . . but, um, isn't that what's meant to happen now? I - I'd run over to you, but I'm a bit stuck. . ."
    "Oh," I muttered. I felt so stupid. I looked down, avoiding looking at Sherlock. Trying not to let him see my cheeks burn red. Of course, I should have known this would happen . . . "You're mocking me."
    "No! Oh god no, I'm not!" I heard the rustle of fabric, and the bed creak.
    I peered up. Sherlock was climbing out of the hospital bed. With a stomach that had only just had a bullet taken out of it. "What the hell are you doing?" I yelled, stunned. "You'll ruin everything that the surgeons have just spent hours trying to fix!"
    "I don't care!" he said, staggering to his feet, and holding onto the monitor to stay upright. His face tightened with pain. "I'm not mocking you, John, god I'm not – I love-"
    "Get back into bed, now," I ordered, barely listening to him. Furious at the idiot, I stepped forwards, and grabbed his shoulders, trying to force him back into the hospital bed.
    "You don't believe me, do you?" he asked, grabbing me with his own hands. He was swaying dangerously in my hold, and wincing at every slight movement. I had to get him back lying down, and get a doctor – "You don't believe me . . ."
    "I do!" I protested, the words jumping from my mouth. Sherlock stared at me. I stared back. What the hell had I just said? "I do," I repeated slowly. And I started laughing. "Oh my god, I actually do . . . you love me . . ."
    "I do," repeated Sherlock, his hands clenched on my arms, his limbs shaking with pain, but joy covering each millimetre of his face. he was beaming. "And you love me, too. . ."
    I laughed again – before pulling him close to me, and pressing his grinning lips against mine.
    But after only a few seconds, Sherlock winced, and muttered and 'ow' between out lips.
    "Oh, sorry," I whispered, pulling back and looking down at him. the bandage could just about be seen through the hospital gown. "You need to lie back down again."
    Sherlock didn't even complain, but nodded and gritted his teeth as I helped him climb back onto the bed.
    "You shouldn't have got out of it in the first place," I told him when he moaned some curse.
    Sherlock pulled at the duvet, then flashed a cheeky grin. "Yes I should," he countered.
    I grinned back.
    Like I had probably only an hour before, I let my hands slide over his. Only this time, when he tried to hold mine, I didn't take my hand away.
    There was a gentle knock on the door. We turned to look at it, and the doctor slid inside. He smiled, and said "You're up then, Mr Holmes?"
    I looked across at the wide eyed, smiling, brilliant detective. "Yeah," I said proudly, quietly, and squeezing Sherlock's hand, "he's awake."
part number two!

John manned up! :w00t: :D

i got MASSIVE love for the first part. i couldn't BELIEVE it. seriously worshipping every one of you who read, commented and faved it! :worship:

i know that quiet a few who did probably like the action-y bit in waiting room - sorry, there's not really much action at all in this. more of a monologue about John manning up in a lot of places! but there's quiet a bit of fluffy stuff :D

so . . . enjoy! please! please enjoy! oh, please comment, too! remember - i worship those who do :worship: :D

for those who haven't read it, part one, 'Waiting room', is here: [link]
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1 1/2 Doctors

IMPORTANT: Takes place right after Series 5, Right After!

Dark foggy night, a man walks along the side walk. the noise
of trash being blown about starts to grow. the man takes out
a cigarette and tries to light it. His hands shake. The
blowing trash sound grows louder.he looks behind him and is
struck with fear. The blowing grows to a fierce howl before
his screams rip through the night and cease almost as fast
                                         FADE OUT


THE DOCTOR AMY and RORY stand around the console, THE DOCTOR
occasionally presses/turns/pulls randoms things.
      (leaning at the
So where is it we're going again?

                       DOCTOR 11
      (looking up
2nd planet of the 4th star in the
constellation Archila, it's a
beauiful place, wonderful in fact,
well I've never been there but
Romana always told me it was
brilliant, and I have been meaning
to go.

      (standing with
       hands in pockets)
I'm no astronomer, but I've never
heard of that constellation.

                       DOCTOR 11
      (Looking up the
       whole time)
Well it's not a Terran
constellation. you can only see
the 7th star from earth, and only
during certain weeks in Autumn.

R-right. So it's beautiful?

                       DOCTOR 11
      (eyes on the
Yes, from what I've heard there is
a forest of flowers seven meters
tall that at night...

Scanner beeps
                       DOCTOR 11
      (rushing to the
at night they-
That's not right, where is it?

AMY moves next to THE DOCTOR.
      (looking at the
Where's what? Is the star missing?

RORY moves next to AMY
                       DOCTOR 11
      (typing on the
       type writer)
It should be there, (shaking head)
what? No no the star is right
where she should be, but it's
missing the planet.

You mean like someone stole it?

                       DOCTOR 11
I wish, that would be clean, safe,
and traceable. No, there's a ton
of residue. A stolen planet leaves
a trail of residue, this is
concentrated, it was destroyed.
But it can't have.

Why not?

                       DOCTOR 11
Because the civilization on that
planet was advanced enough to have
very strong shields around the
atmosphere to protect against
invaders, the only thing strong
enough do this would be an
exploding star, well almost the
only thing. But there is something

What is it Doctor?

                       DOCTOR 11
Well, there isn't enough residue,
and that's not the only thing. It
seems that space itself is smaller
here. The planet was not just
destroyed it was displaced, but
the force was so strong it was
destroyed in the process.

Inside of Tardis shakes wildly and all three grab hold of
the consol.
                       DOCTOR 11
      (staring at the
Solar flair!

                                         START TITLE SEQUENCE
This is a Doctor Who Script I started for a Language Arts project, but I decided to continue it after I turned it in. Hope you enjoy reading my adventure with the Doctor Amy and Rory, plus a few others that might come along.

I tried to make this as if it could be an episode without any changes. This isn't my Doctor Who fantasy, but an idea for a real episode.

IMPORTANT This takes place before series 6!!!! so all the stuff that happens in the 6th season has not happened and the characters don't know!

I know there are typos, but I don't like to fix them in the word document because I write it on an online program called Script Buddy. feel free to point out the typos (grammatical and spelling, I don't mind, in fact I welcome it, I am horrible at editing :). this is my first upload so I will respond to as many questions or comments as I can!

Part two! :…

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