Doctor Who:A Tear, Sarah Jane?The Doctor was strangely quiet that morning, his eyes closed and fingers on his temples as he sat, still as a Weeping Angel, at the breakfast table. Amy chewed her toast loudly and Rory seemed to slurp his tea; only River could rouse him from his stupor, but it brought out a bit of unnecessary anger.Doctor Who:A Tear, Sarah Jane?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stop! Please!" he yelled as River called "Sweetie!" in an obnoxious voice from the refrigerator. "I'm trying to think here!" River tried to pass it off as "Monday mopes" with a half-pitying smile, and was thus shocked when, around noon, London time, April 18th 2011, the Doctor slammed his fists on the table, upsetting Amy's drink; his eyes shot open and he was yelling, "No no no no no!" as he raced from the kitchen to the console; River and Rory followed casually behind, unperturbed by his mood. As he ran a hand through his hair, River came to his side and began to pull the levers of the TARDIS alongside him, asking him where he wanted to go and assuring their timely arrival
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
Here Without YouHere Without You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
When The Doctor first met Sarah Jane in his Third regeneration, he thought she was absolutely perfect in every way.
From the way she smiled to the way she helped him, just thinking of the budding journalist made both his hearts flutter with utter contentment.
Right now, The Doctor was in his Eleventh regeneration and currently dreaming of his Sarah Jane.
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
The Doctor sighed in his sleep, dreaming of Sarah Jane being in his arms, forever, just her and him, the way it should have been.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
This wasn't the first time he'd dreamt about Sarah, he has sometimes dreamt about her when he least expected it.
Sometimes he didn't
Universe Saving InformationUniverse Saving Information4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I'm wearing a brown coat, suit and tie with a blue shirt." The Doctor was stood beside the TARDIS console, mobile phone held to his ear. "Jack, what's this about?" His brow furrowed and he looked over at Rose who was watching him from across the room.
She grinned, trying to resist laughing. "What's he saying?"
"Apparently it's important universe saving information." He looked thoroughly unconvinced, speaking into the phone again. "Exactly how is knowing the colour of my underpants going to help you, Jack?"
Her grin widened. "Okay, that's enough, hang up on him."
He didn't seem to be listening. "And you're absolutely sure this is valuable information?"
"Doctor, hang up." Rose walked over to him, reaching for the phone but he turned away.
"And you want to know what Rose is wearing too?" His eyes narrowed.
"Give me that phone!" She grabbed it off him and closed the lid, leaning up to kiss him. "Honestly, for someone so clever you aren't half stupid sometimes."
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.
MeThere was a time, before all the trouble and the adventures, where he walked alone through the war zones without a shield nor weapon. At this time, he found a box. It was blue like the dark and the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. It was locked away, caged and put on display like an animal in a museum. With a quick glance around he slipped through its doors and had his breath stolen as he marvelled at the scene that awaited him. He was like a toddler with a new toy, never able to take his hands off of it.Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Beautiful, beautiful," was all he said. Was all he ever said. He fell in love; stronger and swifter than ever before. "Beautiful, beautiful."
And so he stole it. And when it stole him back and they ran away and the beautiful blue box told him that he was the one for it, all he could say was:
Years went by. Decades. Centuries. Millenniums. All in the blink of an eye. He returned home to fight like his father and with his friends. He lost everything. A lover.
Just Sleep - FanfictionJust Sleep - Fanfiction4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rose sighed deeply, rolling over again and curling into herself slightly. She stared blankly off into the darkness, her tired eyes fading somewhere in between open and closed, but she knew that she would not fall asleep. She had been trying for the last three hours.
It was not that she was not tired, or that she was not sleepy; she had had a long day - a long several days - and she was quiet ready to get some well earned rest. But she was still recovering from her recent run-in with a parallel world. Running her fingers through her hair, she rolled onto her back again, staring up at the dark ceiling. She could not stop thinking about him and worrying.
It was not just that she would never see him again, although that might have been part of it. It was not even that she wanted him back. She was scared for him. Mickey the idiot, trapped in a strange world, defending the earth. It was not that she doubted him, but she still worried.
When Rose had met the Doctor her feelings toward Mickey h
The Doctor As A ConstructThe Doctor As A ConstructThe Doctor As A Construct4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amelia. Can you hear me? No, of course you can't, you're not even real. Not anymore. Silly Doctor. Silly mad man with his silly blue box. Amelia Pond, the little girl all alone in the empty house, waiting with her apple, for a silly old man. I never wanted you to grow up, not really. How could I tell you that? Would've been a bit weird really...and rude. Not that that would have stopped me. Hasn't stopped me before. Did I ever tell you about my last face? I said I was rude then. If I could have known me now. Rude, rude Doctor. I'm much more rude now. And I have a fez. Oh, don't tell River. She thinks she's got rid of them all. She didn't think to check the rocking horse in the conservatory.
Where was I? Amelia. I feel like it's my fault you grew up, but how could I have stolen a child? I'm too dangerous for grown-ups let alone little Amelia Pond. I think I would have done it. I think the TARDIS... I think she stopped me. She knew I'd be so stupid, that
Even the Doctor CriesEven the Doctor Cries5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He has to be strong. He's got to be. Who else but him? Because he's the rock. Always there, never moving, never wavering. If he's not strong then what about the rest of them? What about Nyssa and Tegan? They've just witnessed it too. They're grieving as well. They're crying.
Tegan tries to be strong at first as Nyssa buries her head in silent tears. She approaches the Doctor, a sense of urge filling her voice. But even then, when the Doctor doesn't respond, she cries. The two women cry and the Doctor just stares, too numb to even fully register the seriousness of the situation. To numb to realize what has truly happened.
He quietly leaves the console room, leaving the women to comfort each other. In one of the back hallways, a place that neither Tegan nor Nyssa have ever reached, the Doctor cries. His sleeves become soaked. He cries for Adric and he knows it's his fault.
So when Tegan takes it out on him, he doesn't snap right back. He tries to avoid the conversation and mildly control
Morals from Doctor WhoMorals from Doctor Who5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!
Bad laws were made to be broken.
Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable.
Which is the quickest way out of here?
[Each of the women at the fountain point in different directions.]
Yes. Well. That's democracy for you.
I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.
Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.
Oh, you know nothing of any human, and that will be your downfall
There's no such thing as an ordinary human.
End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable,
11:11:1111-11-1111:11:114 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
D: Come along, Ponds, it's starting!
R: What's starting?
A: Doctor, I'm not doing this. I look ridiculous.
D: Nonsense, Amy. I wear that stuff all the time and look how cool I always am!
R: Wait you put her in your clothes?
D: Don't be silly, Rory. I put her in some of my clothes. Clearly I'm wearing mine.
R: Actually the point I'm trying to make is how come she's the one in men's clothes but you made me dress as a giant flower?
D: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were such a bigot. Shall we ask Amy if she'd like to stay at home, cleaning ovens and knitting you nose-warmers?
A: If the money's good, I won't knock it.
D: Ugh, anyway, it's not a 'giant flower'. You're a powerful symbol of Earthly origin, especially important on this day in particular.
R: Yeah, thanks. I do know what Remembrance Day is. Somehow I don't think this is exactly appropriate. And another thing: why did you make us change in separate r
Ode To David Tennant - A RageOde To David Tennant - A Rage4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
The GameThe Game4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They had it all wrong--his Mum, and his Dad, and all the other schoolchildren watching from behind the hedgerows or the top of the monkey bars, hooting and jeering and tossing bits of bark and gravel to distract him. They all thought that the only reason why he played the game was because he fancied her.
That wasn't it at all. Or, well, perhaps it was partially true, but confused pre-pubescent infatuation wasn't enough on its own to make him don her father's old blue dress shirt (which she had cut haphazard holes in with her sharp little craft scissors) and necktie and filch his own father's screwdriver from the tool kit and use up an entire pack of blue markers coloring a cardboard box to her satisfaction. The real reason was much simpler: She was sad, and she was angry, and she didn't care what anyone thought of her. He hadn't been able to understand why a person as beautiful and witty and confident as Amelia could be unhappy. It was wrong, and it was fascinating, and it had b
A Time of ChangeA Time of Change4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You want to do what?!"
He came back to the stables where I had been patiently waiting and told me his plans. I could feel the radiation as it ravaged each cell of his body. He was in great pain which I tried to help with but could only do so much. He needed to regenerate but he was holding back and refusing.
"Doctor, do you even realize how many companions you have had in your past?"
"Yes and I want to see how each of them is doing. All I'm asking is for you to help me, TARDIS. You shouldn't have too much trouble. Lock onto their bio-signatures and materialize."
"You're going to hold off your regeneration until I do this, aren't you?"
His silence answered my question. I reluctantly started the procedure by locking on to each bio-signature I could find. My fear was growing with each minute that passed as he held off the regenerative process. We r
It's Just a Police BoxIt's Just a Police Box4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So how about we go to the year 1975 eh sexy?" The Doctor said to his ship, the TARDIS. He then walked to the control panel of the ship, which was the center consol and started turning the dials and levers to specify his destination. "I was thinking about seeing Charlie Chaplin getting knighted by Queen Elizabeth, see if I could talk to him again." He continued on saying, mainly to himself to keep him company, because Amy and Rory had gone back to their home to raise little Melody in a more stable environment than a traveling space ship, since she was now at the age where she could go to preschool. And River was off in a different time, adventuring on her own most likely with an older version of him.
Sighing the Doctor turned around and leaned against the consol. His eyes were filled with a slight sorrow, being alone sometimes was hard for him. Even though he did have the TARDIS, it still wasn't same as when he was with his current companion, or even when he was with his old ones. But
A Wedding and a TricksterA Wedding and a Trickster6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ten words that always put The Doctor on high alert: "Doctor? I think there may be a problem on Earth."
He looked up from his work under the console with his sonic screwdriver still in his mouth.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he replied telepathically.
"You remember what happen on the planet Shen Shan with Donna and that Time Beetle from the Trickster's Brigade?"
The Doctor just looked at me and nodded once very slowly.
"Sorry, of course you do. Well, the scanners that you upgraded to detect The Trickster and any of his Brigade has detected some activity on Earth. And Doctor, it's centered around Ealing."
The Doctor's jaw dropped and the sonic screwdriver fell to the floor.
"What!? Are you sure?!" he exclaimed.
"Doctor, are you really asking me....." He held up one of his hands and mentally hushed me.
"I know, I know, you would have already triple checked the readings and ran a diagnos
WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series 2Why we love Doctor Who Series 2:WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
This Bitter Farwell."I love you..."This Bitter Farwell.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He dares not say what he feels so true in his hearts. The Doctor uses all the restraint he has to keep himself from throwing himself on Sarah Jane and hugging her tightly. He merely tells her 'Untill we meet again.', and lets her go. He only hopes that she gets the underlying message of love in that statment.
And so, the Doctor set off to Gallifrey, leaving behind the one person who ment the cosmos to him. He felt his breathing become labored, his hearts beat faster. He gripped the TARDIS console as he felt the stinging of hot, salty tears form in his blue eyes. He tried to stop it, tried to maintain control of himself. But it failed. The Time Lords legs gave out and he fell on his side onto the floor, letting his great sadness spill out.
He hated the Time Lords at that moment. Hated them for they're damned xenophobia, the thing that prevented him from bringing Sarah Jane with him. Like a child, the Doctor beat and kicked against the floor. Wailing
The Doctor's Girls"When I was a little girl"The Doctor's Girls4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"When I was small"
"A long time ago"
"Another lifetime ago"
"I had an imaginary friend"
"I met this man"
"This weird man in a little flying box turned up"
"He took me away"
"I went with 'im"
"He showed me things such wonderful, beautiful things "
"We travelled together"
"Through space and time"
"Me and him in the Tardis"
"Me and him and the Tardis"
"And I saw planets die and, and monsters and aliens and "
"People, all these amazing people all through time as well as the stuff you wouldn't expect"
"We had adventures."
"We ran, we ran all the time."
"And it was flippin' terrifying"
"But it was worth it to be with him."
"My wonderful, loveable idiot."
"The only man I've ever loved."
"Because he was so different from everyone else"
"He was hundreds of years old, the last of his kind "
"He was always going on about stuff I didn't understand"
"He used to stroke bits of the tardis"
"Oh he used to make me laugh"
"He was m
Always Her Doctor The Doctor stepped out into the London air, Amy and Rory Pond in his wake.Always Her Doctor4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Now," he said, straightening his (cool) bow tie. "Just a quick stop for chips and then we're off to Anura."
The trio walked into a small restaurant and stood in line. Well, Rory stood in line. While he was ordering two plates of chips and awkwardly asking for fish fingers and custard, the other two sat at a table by the front window.
"Something is... wrong. And I don't exactly know what it is." The Doctor turned to his extremely red-headed companion. "That is usually very, very, bad."
"Oh calm down, you worry wart!" Amy rolled her eyes. "Besides, Rory's already got the food, so we might as well stick around for a few minutes."
"Don't tell me you want us to leave already," Rory said as he sat down in the booth next to his wife. "The whole store gave me a dirty look becau
Magnificent Doctor.Small police box.Magnificent Doctor.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entire blue and made of wood.
Creaking door, flaking paint.
Bigger on the inside, smaller, from the outside.
Time and space, plaited together.
Dark sky, burning sun and icy star.
The Lord of Time, a solitary traveler.
He is not afraid of dawn, is living in darkness.
Eternal and immortal.
His name, written in the stars, burnt in time.
Red sneakers, crumpled suit, a brown coat.
In his eyes, knowledge, wisdom, truth, power.
His two hearts are beating the rhythm of time.
A past,present and future are uniting in his hands.
My Doctor, a powerful lord, a man of wisdom.
Why are you lonely?
You're like God, mighty, wise, immortal.
One, alone, unique in huge universe.
You are travelling among the stars, Doctor.
Take me with you. Together, we will not be lonely.
Love me, Doctor.
You will not be alone... Until I die.
Love and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_RLove and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_R4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Two pairs of shoes walked alongside each other: a pair of white trainers and a pair of pink high heels. One made a soft padding against the concrete, the other, a rather loud tapping, both in contrast with the other.
The shoes represented their owners, respectively.
The trainers resembled a man, comfortable with his appearance, fashionable, yet older than he looked.
Likewise the bright pink shoes resembled a woman, not afraid to look pretty, innocent, yet bound to have a good time wherever she went.
And so the shoes walked together, side by side, so different, yet so very alike.
Chaos Theory"Oh, you are beautiful!"Chaos Theory4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The title "Time Lord" implies a certain noble solemnity; on Earth, it would suggest fancy wine, musty libraries, marble statuary and long, echoing hallways. The being who would, later in his personal timeline, come to be known as the Doctor danced around the antique console with all the dignity and gravitas of a small child at Christmas.
"You like her?" asked his companion, stepping out of the way with a wary expression; when the not-yet-Doctor gets excited, he has a tendency to forget about everything but the object of his fixation, including anything that might get in his way. "I never cared for the Type 40 myself. Clumsy controls, outdated technology, and, welljust ancient."
"Like her?" exclaimed the not-yet-Doctor. "I love her! How old must she be now? Two millennia at least"
"Two thousand, four hundred and thirty-two years, if you'd bothered to read the panel before charging in here," interjected his friend.
"Yes, yes," sai