48: Rose "Doctor?" I called blindly into the TARDIS. I had just been in the library, looking for a good read, and I had came across a really dusty old book with the title worn off the side. When I picked it up to see if the title on the front was visible, and a picture fell out. The picture was of a very pretty girl with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Ordinary enough, unless you know the Doctor. You see, in all the time I've known the Doctor, he's never carried, or owned, a picture. Not of anyone.
"Yeah, in here Emily!" I heard from somewhere to the left, so I started walking blindly in that general direction. I found the Doctor sitting in a fairly small room with four offwhite chairs and a wooden coffee table. I sat down in the chair closest to the Doctor, who was working on some sort of circuit or something. "Did you need something?" He asked, not looking up from wha
The Doctor learns to dance 1-7"Dancing?!" The Master splutters, " Since when have YOU danced?" The Doctor looked at the Master blankly while he thought back to the time with Jack and Rose. He remembered the encounter with impeccable detail. There he was, in his 9th regeneration, with a horrible attitude and that damn ugly leather jacket. Then there was Rose, with her shoulder length blonde hair, denim jeans, and the union jack shirt. Union Jack
Captain Jack. There he stood in his dark Greatcoat, his navy blue shirt and bracers. At that thought the Doctor began fumbling with his own bracers. Then he thought about what happened after they had cured everyone and the "empty child" was safely back with his mother. Saving Jack from his "borrowed" ship, then his own remembrance at how to dance, spinning Rose a few times around the console before dropping her off and taking Handsome Jack for a few turns, even though that was a name he'd never use to Jack's face, or anyone for that matter. The Master watchedThe Doctor learns to dance 1-74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Doctor Who - Softly[Doctor/Donna | G | fluff/romance]Doctor Who - Softly4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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He finds her at last in the library, fast asleep on the sofa with a book open on her chest. Agatha Christie. Smile tugging his lips, he is turning quietly to leave when her voice stops him, low and soft and sleepy.
He turns back. Her eyes are still closed, and he wonders if she's spoken in her sleep. He studies her face for a long moment, considering, and she opens her eyes, tilting her head up to look at him. She says nothing, but the quirk at the corner of her mouth answers his uncertainty. He smiles warmly as he steps forward, and she pushes herself up, shifting to make room for him. Wrapping her arms around him, she rests her head on his shoulder, eyes falling closed again. Her breathing is slow and even and so warm against his neck. He brushes the fringe from her eyes, lays his cheek against her hair, inhaling the faint vanilla of her shampoo mingled with a scent that was distinctly Donna.
The fireplace crackles quietly, casting the r
The Stolen Home Part OneThe Doctor walked innocently toward a beautiful, well kept, white-stone, two-story old house in Nailwell, just south-west of Bath. He looked into the two large windows at the front of the house before walking around to the back of the house, past the pond. He stopped to observe the medium sized water fountain before glancing at the stone shed and the horse stable. He then turned back to the house and walked in the back door, which was already unlocked.The Stolen Home Part One4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Once inside he found that he was in a music room, with a gorgeous dark wooden Grand Piano, a violin, a guitar and a smallish drum kit. After playing a few notes on the piano as he walked past, he made his way into the hallway. To his right was a bathroom, and directly opposite him was a fancy dining room. Next to the music room was the lounge room with a fantastic pool table and opposite that was the kitchen.
Between the lounge room and the kitchen was a staircase leading both upstairs and down. The Doctor chose to go downstairs first, w
Fiction Part 2"I don't get it," he piped up one night. She tore her eyes away from the TV, just in time to miss Bridget laying one on Mr. Darcy, and stared down at him.Fiction Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction
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"What don't you get?"
He gestured to the room around them. "You work for Torchwood. In fact, your father practically owns it. The rest of your family's living in a big old mansion, and you're stuck here. Why?"
She shrugged. "Had to move out. Everythin' was jus' gettin' to be a bit too much, you know?"
"But why here? Why not somewhere a bit..."
She smiled. "Bit more luxurious?"
"I was gonna say a bit bigger, but yeah, that works too."
The credits began to roll, and she turned towards him, looking down at him from her armchair. He leaned back to stare up at her, and she grinned. "Stay 'ere."
"Alright but-" Before he could finish his sentence she rushed off, and returned a moment later with an all-too-familiar rucksack. "I was wondering what that thing was for."
"Well now you're gonna find out. Budge up." He shifted to the side, and