Here Without You
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
GrievingGrieving3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He watched Rose in sleeping form from the corner of her bedroom door before closing it and headed silently down the hall.
He was heading to his bedroom to sleep himself, his mind trying to ease the grief out that was still swallowing him after days.
He walked past a few doors before stopping at one with a straw hat on it.
He hesitated going into the room at first, thinking it be better if he went to bed, try to sleep and think better of everything in the morning, but his new body didn't obey him so.
His hand had twisted the crystal knob of the door and he had stepped into the room before his mind caught up with him.
He felt tears sting his eyes as he looked around the small room, dripping down his face into the fluffy carpet under his bare feet.
He walked on the soft floor, looking around the room, remembering the countless times he had been in there.
He sat down on the blue covered bed, rubbing the silk material of the sheets between his fingers as he took in the rough emerald green w
Just Ask Doctor!Just Ask Doctor!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tenth Doctor was standing his ground, looking at Elizabeth with hard eyes.
"Just do it idiot! It's not that flipping hard!"
"No, I do not need her help!"
Elizabeth just shook her head at the alien, really, all he had to do was one little thing and it would be over.
"Doctor, just ask her where it is!"
"No, I do not need her to solve my problems every time something happens!"
"That's me, stupid Time Lord *smack*"
The Doctor rubbed his head where Elizabeth had jumped up and smacked it before glaring harder.
"Are you sure there not in here or in any of the other rooms we've checked?"
"Seriously Doctor? You even checked my room! What use would I have for it when i have a cane?"
"I don't know, you could modifiy it or something!"
"Doc,do you really think I would take your things without asking?"
The Doctor stopped and thought about that, she had a point.
"Well you could I mean
UndoneUndone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was alone.
So utterly alone.
She shifted and put her hands in the pockets of her new jacket, which still felt werid under her fingertips.
She puzzled as to why this was so, because she had been wearing said jacket for over a week.
Then she remembered.
It wasn't his duplicate jacket she was digging into for warmth, it was Jack's.
She resisted the urge to cry, scream, make her voice as loud as possible so he could hear her, find her and help her regain her sanctity.
But she knew that wouldn't help her.
It would just lead them to her whereabouts faster.
If that happened, she would end up back underground in Torchwood 3, with a full banter/lecture for the Captain himself on her "sneaking out of The HUB" thing.
Then, just as she had learnt over the week, she would just sigh, get up and walk away from Jack's worried piercing blue eyes when he finished.
This was at least the fifth time they weren't watching, which means it was the fifth time she had escaped them again with her new powers.
DW: Gallifrey, Part 1 "All my life! You made me!" the Master cried, adding to the drowning noise that congested the atmosphere. The lightning that shot out through the palms of his hands crackled and sizzled, rapidly sapping the Master's energy. He didn't care anymore; he had to defeat Rassilon, even if it killed him.DW: Gallifrey, Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"One! Two! Three! Four!" the Master screamed out, above the roaring of Gallifrey returning to the Time Lock. As the Master cried out the last words, he crumbled to the floor of the mansion. The ripples in time enveloped him in a blinding light, carrying him back to Gallifrey as his last shreds of energy surged from his body.
"Or so I thought. That didn't happen, though; rather, a fold in time-" the Master explained in a calm tone, the pace of his words and the speed of his walk matching the Eternal Drums. As he paced about the marble floor of the first floor, he paid his audience no heed, so he could finish his spiel. But because it was The Doctor, he interrupted as he pleased.
The Doctor's ReflectionsThe Doctors ReflectionsThe Doctor's Reflections6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sat alone in the TARDIS, with his knees pulled up to his chest, chin resting on them, eyes closed, remembering.
They were all gone, his companions, off living their lives, some defending the Earth, one in forced ignorance of his existence, and another safe and snug as a bug in her parallel world, though eternally separated from him by the closed walls of the dimensions. Others were dead.
Hes had so many of them, those wonderful humans who shared his hectic, extraordinary life, helping him to save their world or the universe from one peril after another, never thinking twice because he was the Doctor, and that meant he could do just about anything.
Their trust and loyalty were touching, and sometimes totally unwarranted in his opinion. He thought they had to be just a bit crazy to trust and travel with a man like him, because there was so much they didnt know, that they couldnt know about him
But for a species that tho
AmeliaHello, Amelia. Though, I suppose, heh, this may also be goodbye. No, no, no, it's all right, don't cry, shh-shh. I promise you, Amelia, it'll all be all right in the end. You'll have a long, long life ahead of you, I hope, and you're going to be the most wonderful thing the world has ever seen. You're already the most gnhhh, I'm sorry, this was always going to be so very hard. One of the hardest things I'll ever do is to let you go. I know you won't understand yet, and maybe you never will, but you're so very clever, I can feel it.Amelia3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It will hurt. Maybe you'll be angry with me, and I will understand perfectly, even if you never forgive me. I am doing this to save you. It's the best chance I can ever give you because, my beautiful, precious thing, I am not a safe person to be around. I can't protect you from all the demons that follow me and all the nightmares I have to face to keep your universe defended. If they know you exist, they will use you to get at me, and I cou
Gallifrey, Part 2"Do you even understand the implications of this plan of yours?" the Doctor yelled, beginning to lose his temper. "Destroying the Untempered Schism could cause holes in time, big enough to swallow entire galaxies and nebulas!"Gallifrey, Part 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"But we won't know until we find out, will we?" the Master retorted, bending down to the Doctor's level with a smug expression that reminded the Doctor somewhat of his Ninth form.
"How do you plan on destroying it, anyway?" the Doctor asked, not letting the Master leave his gaze as he stood back up and paced the room slowly again.
"I'm glad you asked, Doctor. I plan to do it-" the Master strutted over to a pile of something covered with a giant curtain "-with this!" the Master finished, and yanking off the curtain with a single tug, the curtain flowed down from the pile and revealed it. "It takes the imprint of the Untempered Schism and turns it into a visible, viable object that can be turned into a link. Once the link is made, it can find the source and from th
Genderbend Doctor Who: The Empty ChildGenderbend Doctor Who: The Empty Child3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The T.A.R.D.I.S wheezed though the air, chasing after the metal dumpster with speed, but losing it quickly.
The Doctor looked up when Ross Tyler ran into the room at lighting speed.
"What's the emergency?"
Ross looked confused and ran around to where The Doctor was standing, holding onto the T.A.R.D.I.S's console as it rocked and swayed .
"Universally recognised colour for danger."
"What happened to red?"
"That's just humans."
"By everyone else standards, red's camp."
"Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing."
"It's got a very basic fight computer, i've hacked in, slaved the T.A.R.D.I.S, wherever it goes, we go."
Ross looked a bit scared at the female controlling the ship.
"And that's safe is it?"
As The Doctor ran around to pull a lever, sparks flew out of the T.A.R.D.I.S's console, sending The Doctor back a bit with Ross, who yelped.
The Doctor's face twisted in concentration as she twisted the le
Those Who Get Left BehindI was the retro metal dog,Those Who Get Left Behind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect canine companion.
Then he left me to stay with my mistress,
Never alone, but abandoned.
We were the ones
On the planets he's saved.
He left us leaderless, powerless,
Helped us dig our own graves.
We were his kinsmen,
His family, his people, his own,
But he murdered us, burned us,
Left himself all alone.
I was the pink and yellow girl,
Who came in, healed his hearts,
Now trapped an entire universe away
With his double (minus parts).
I was the Captain, the flyboy,
An unhappy immortal, his constant rejection
Pierces like blades.
I was the tutor, the best friend,
The archrival and more,
But I died to annoy him, to win,
To settle our score.
I was the anomaly,
Never meant to exist,
But I died, losing a Father, an offer
I never tried to resist.
I was his wife,
The one he said he'd never met.
He now knows my future,
But it hasn't happened yet.
I was the stand-in,
The flawed right-hand man,
Sent to liv