Honestly, I'll Live"The pain in their hearts
is a plaintive start:
a sign my plan is nigh.
And surely the end justifies the means
when the good remains."
Dr. Horrible sulked in a deep corner of his new lab in the Evil League of Evil's headquarters, a dim, plainly lit room in which cockroaches weren't uncommon and toxic substances welcomed. The villain seemed to be uncomfortably hunched over a mess of wires and scrap metal resting on the white counter, a pair of tweezers in one gloved hand and a welding gun in the other. His eyes were shielded by dark-tinted goggles, his lips moving softly, singing the same song they had been since he was accepted by the League.
"No, no, don't give in;
this world will bow at my feet!
Hail me, worship me,
and I shall have revenge!"
Sparks flew, metal melted, glass flashed. He worked best when he knew he appeared cold and emotionless, for a villain must never show pain. He had always been like that, even as a child; ever since Justice Joe's defeat at th
Return of the Bad WolfReturn of the Bad Wolf9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own DW. Heck--I don't even own this idea!
AN: This story was a request from JesIdres...the first italiced parts are all her writing.
Return of the Bad Wolf
The Doctor stared in horror. Bad Wolf was gone- he'd taken it from Rose, and when he died and regenerated, it had died with his old body.
'But the Vortex-the Heart of the Tardis- does not die,' the wolf howled in the mirror of the monitor. 'It merely sleeps, gaining strength, adapting. Ready to wake when its time.'
The Doctor understood then- why the Tardis had brought the bride on board, distracting him after Rose was gone. The Wolf had fed off the turmoil of losing Rose, seeping in through the strong emotions of love, loss, anger and fear. She was afraid for him, trying to keep the Bad Wolf at bay without alerting it from his bond with the ship.
But now the Wolf had reared its head, and the glow of the Vortex was spilling out his eyes like he was regenerating; a halo of power leaking out his pores.
A Horrible Xmas"A Horrible Xmas"A Horrible Xmas6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
Snow drifted from above towards the ground. It twirled and danced around the sky before finally settling down. One particular flake managed to land itself on the nose of a beautiful woman. She sneezed causing the flake to fall to the ground. The woman tightened her grip on her jacket and continued to ring a small bell that was clutched in her gloved hands. Her red hair covered in snow making her shiver. She stood next decorated garbage can with a lid. The colorful writing on the side read 'Toy Donations'. This girl was Penny, a young woman who volunteered at the local homeless shelter. She was trying to get people to donate toys for the homeless children for Christmas. So far she only had about 5 toys that were donated. She was beginning to think that she wouldn't be able to raise enough for all the children.
Just a few blocks down the street someone else was conjuring up a plan. He waited just around the corner for some big shot
You Always Dance at WeddingsYou Always Dance at Weddings5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Did you dance?"
The Doctor smiled, he knew that voice. He pivoted on his heel, still smiling knowingly.
"Well, you always dance at weddings, don't you?" River said, a gently amused tone in her voice.
"You tell me." He said coyly, knowing she wouldn't reveal one second.
"Spoilers." Was her expected reply.
He smiled again, moving towards her. "River Song, the woman who is a mystery yet." His voice was gentle, his gaze tender.
"Not for long Doctor. No, not for very much longer." She said, her tone light, but her eyes sad.
There was something bittersweet in their coming future, something that gave her joy- and broke her heart at the same time. The Doctor could sense it. That kind of pain couldn't be erased or acted over, but tonight, he wanted to at least help her forget it.
"I always dance at weddings." He repeated, gingerly placing his hands on her waist. The tender music from the slow dancing inside was drifting through the summer air into the garden, the warm glow of the lights spilli
HelplessAs Will heard Emma's shriek, he ran. It was no surprise that she had been on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.Helpless5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Oh my God, Emma!"
He dropped to her side, picking up her hand to see blood trickling down her arm. He searched her hand for the cut: it was right down her palm. It wasn't deep, just big. He rushed to grab a cloth, wrapping it around her hand. Emma sobbed, rocking back and forth. He had never seen her like this, so scared, so frantic. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hair and whispering in her ear his condolences.
"Shh, Emma, its going to be ok."
She sobbed still, staring at her hand.
"S-so much b-blood "
Will quickly grabbed a paper towel and soaked it, kneeling back down to rub the blood off. Emma bit her lip, closing her eyes. She opened her eyes again, hoping it had disappeared. But she still saw Will, cleaning her arm, a terrified look in his eye. It was too much. Seeing all that blood, and it was coming from her body. She sudden
Janto, Not this timeSlowly, so achingly slowly Jack felt the darkness fading in on him, until that's all there was. No more Thames House, no more 456, no more poisonous air.Janto, Not this time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No more Ianto.
Jack curled up in the darkness and shook his head violently as he felt the normal fear and despair that always set in when he was in this place. This time it was increased ten fold. Usually, he would just wait in silence, hoping that whatever was out there in the darkness wouldn't notice him.
But not this time.
He screamed. He shouted and flailed around. Yelling out into the nothingness. Howling out his loss.
The worst part was that he had gotten used to it. He was so familiar now, with coming back to life held by strong comforting arms, or weak reassuring hugs that meant so much more to him than the other man knew.
But not this time.
This time he had no one to wake up too. He had nothing.
So he screamed even louder, and beat his fists on the ground
Until his wrist were caught, and pulled towards a warm body. Unti
I Forgive You, Billy"I forgive you, Billy"I Forgive You, Billy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm so sorry," he cried. "I never knew I didn't know it'd happened If I knew I wouldn't have please I "
Between his heaving heart and his troubled thoughts, he lost the ability to finish his sentences. It didn't matter, she knew what he meant.
He knelt at her knees as she sat on the gurney, oblivious of the jagged rip in her shirt, of the red stains surrounding it. Her heart couldn't help but fill with a deep love for this miserable creature. How clear death made everything. Suddenly she could see everything that she hadn't in life. All the hidden feelings had only been written in disappearing ink across his face; where before there'd been nothing but a sweet smile, there were volumes on aguish and agony.
But there were also long notes on love. Beautiful phrases of compassion written straight from the heart over his eyes. This lamentable soul that crouched before her in the deepest remorse had loved. His actions had been cruel, but his moti