The Cookie MonsterThe Doctor does some maintenance on the Tardis, with unexpected side effects for Rose.
"What?!" she yelled from down the corridor.
"Where's my sonic screwdriver?"
"It's in your pocket!"
"I'm not wearing my pocket!"
"Huh?" Rose stuck her head into the Tardis console room and looked around. The Doctor was indeed not wearing his pockets. He was in his shirtsleeves, buried upside down halfway in the Tardis decking as he did something unexplainable to the Tardis. His hand waved vaguely in the direction of his coat and jacket which were thrown over the curved support nearest the door.
Rose rolled her eyes and went to get it for him. "Here." She slapped his screwdriver into his groping hand and crouched down trying to see what he was doing.
"Wonderful. Thank you." He twirled the screwdriver in his hand, took a firm grip, and whacked the butt of it against some recalcitrant piece of machinery above him. Something popped loose with a faint gonging sound. "Hold this for a minute."
The PaintingWhy did the Doctor agree to pose for the painting at the beginning of The Impossible Astronaut, and how did he end up under the woman's skirts?The Painting3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor sneezed.
"Please don't move, Doctor. I'm painting your leg," said the lady at the easel.
"Sorry, Anne." The Doctor straightened up and wiped his hand on the red drapery around his hips. He took a firmer grip on the trident and posed, hand on hip. "How's this?"
"Thank you." She dabbed away for a bit longer. "I must say, It's very kind of you to pose for me."
"Oh, no problem," he waved airily, then grabbed hastily for his falling drapery. "Besides, in the future, a good friend of mine will just love your painting," he grinned reminiscently.
Anne smiled at the besotted look on his face.
"A lady friend?" she asked, mixing more pink into her fleshtones.
"Well," he scratched his cheek, then dropped his hand when he saw her eyes flicker downward. "Certainly a female friend."
She nodded. She'd suspected as much when she'd painted the
Doctor Who: Always Here For You - Chapter 2It had been a couple of hours since Donna had discovered the Doctor in his ill state. She had vowed to stay by his side. And stayed by his side she had.Doctor Who: Always Here For You - Chapter 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In that time, she had removed his pinstriped suit jacket and the red converse from his feet so he was more comfortable. Every now and again, he would break out into horrible coughing fits that scared Donna to the core. But she found after a minute or so, they would stop.
The Doctor had perked up a little about ten minutes ago, and Donna had managed to get some more information out of him.
“So, are you sure you can fight this of yourself?” Donna asked him. “Most blokes I’ve seen with this type of illness would have booked themselves into a hospital by now!”
“I’m sure, Donna, I just need some rest and I’ll be as right as ra-“
Suddenly, his face seemed to wash over with a sickly green color and he rushed both hands to his mouth. Donna watched him leap out of the bed, too quick fo
Kitty Kitty in a TreeDonna attempts to rescue a kitten caught in a tree, only to discover things aren't quite what they appear.Kitty Kitty in a Tree3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor jumped up and grabbed Donna's ankle. He yanked down, jerking with all his weight, his feet four feet above the ground.
"Donna, I swear, you can't go around trying to save every poor unfortunate you meet."
"Oh look who's talking! How was I to know? Just pull."
The Doctor jerked down again, kicking his legs, Donna grunting with each downward bounce. Her waist was still caught in the crotch of the tree branch.
"How did you even get up there anyway?" The Doctor asked, bracing his feet on the treetrunk and heaving. Donna let out a loud "Whoof!"
"Easy! My skin's coming off here! Anyway, there was a low branch, I just climbed up on it."
The Doctor looked down at the smooth bole of the tree below him, there were no branches, but there was a suspiciously innocent looking burl. Keeping an eye on the burl the Doctor walked himself, hand over hand up Donna's legs.
Not Bad BoysThe Doctor and Rory are not bad boys, but sometimes that's a good thing...Not Bad Boys3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They'd been swimming and the Doctor and Rory were laying out in the lounge chairs enjoying the warmth of the sun.
A shadow fell over them, a cool grey kiss as something blocked out the light. The Doctor opened one eye. Silence. Water lapped in the pool.
He reached over and jabbed Rory in the ribs with an elbow. "Hnf! What?" Rory opened both lazy eyes. His eyes darted side to side, and got larger. "Oh, hi."
The Pond women were standing over them. Amy in a bright red bikini, River in a leathery slick black one piece. Both women were looking down at them with glittery bright eyes.
Rory and the Doctor looked at each other with trepidation. They could feel the water dripping off them from their swim, both feeling decidedly under-dressed in their boxer trunks.
"Uhm, something we can do for you ladies?" the Doctor ventured.
Amy and River looked at each other with bright, predatory grins. They turned back
Doctor Who: Always Here For You - Chapter 1Donna Noble was sleepily wandering through the long TARDIS corridors, dressed in her deep purple PJs. She had no idea what time it was. When you’ve been on the TARDIS for as long as she had, you just relied on your body to tell you when you were tired instead of relying on time.Doctor Who: Always Here For You - Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On this particular night, Donna had been really tired after a full days running through time and space and had retreated to bed as soon her and the Doctor had finished their walk on the Planet of Rutca. She had to admit, the Doctor hadn’t lied when he had said that it was a beautiful planet. It had been covered in a range of different plants that seemed to shine in every colour that existed. The walk they had been on really impressed Donna, especially since they hadn’t been attacked by giant monkeys or shot at by the natives.
When she had fallen into a deep sleep after getting back to the TARDIS, and after a good few hours, had awoken again. Deciding that it was useless trying to sleep, she de
Grow Old With Me "Never let him see the damage. Never let him see you age..."Grow Old With Me3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River was in her bath robe. The Doctor squinted at her, no, she was in Amy's bath robe. He felt his hearts squeeze, but also a wry smile lift his mouth. River would never own anything as dowdy as a threadbare fluffy pink bathrobe.
She was wearing her mother's robe. The Doctor's throat closed up. She was coming out of the bathroom, halfway down the hallway. Her hair had that extra bounciness it got just after she'd washed it, when it wasn't quite dry yet. And she was moving like an old woman, as if her very bones hurt.
He ran down the hall and scooped her up in a huge hug. She squeaked in surprise. His hearts were suddenly hurting, but not for the Ponds. For River. How could she think he'd care how old she got? Why would she think she needed to hide any injury or imperfection from him.
Didn't she understand how much he loved her?
"River." He hid his face in her curls, cool against his cheeks. He squeezed her as tightly
Doctor Who: Always Here For You - Chapter 3A couple of days had passed since Donna had found the Doctor is his ill state. He had slowly and ever so surely gotten better and better each day, with no more vomiting and less of the violent coughing fits. However, he was still too ill to be up and running around like he usually would be on a normal adventurous day, so he was still reduced to lying in bed.Doctor Who: Always Here For You - Chapter 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Donna had never left his side. The only time she did was to get some sleep, and even then, as soon as she had woken up, she went straight to the Doctor’s room to take care of him.
It was about dinner time, so Donna had left the Doctor to go and make him some soup. He had been refusing to eat anything these past few days, but she had just managed to persuade him today that he needed to eat something.
After she had finished making the soup, she had put it into a bowl and placed the bowl onto an old cream colored tray and was now carrying it through the corridors of the TARDIS. The smell of the soup was making her hungry,
Dirty Old ManThe Doctor isn't a dirty old man. But it was his anniversary, and he was old, and it was muddy, and, well, things just sort of developed.Dirty Old Man3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River shrieked. “Doctor!”
He tackled her around the waist. They fell tumbling down the hill, his arms tight around her. They ended in a huge mud puddle at the bottom.
She sat up and flicked the mud off her hands. “What did you do that for?”
“There was a Cendisian Ruby Snake about to bite you, didn’t you see it?” he demanded. His face was stark white under the mud, his quiff bobbing down from the weight of mud on the tip.
It started raining.
“Oh, great!” River stared up at the sky, her gown ruined, the rain slicking her muddy hair back like a mop. “Can this day get any better?” she groused.
“River,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper. She turned.
He kissed her. Shock jolted down to her heels. He pushed her back in the mud, braced them on one arm, cupped her face wit
Domestic(10th Doctor and Donna)Domestic3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sometimes having a roommate can be a real pain.
"What is it this time? I'm trying to take a bath!" Donna leaned out of the Tardis bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head.
The Doctor stalked over to her and waved a wobbly sandwich in her face, pickles flying everywhere. "What," he said, with ominous emphasis, "is this?"
She gave him a look like he was a blithering moron. "Lunch?"
"Why was it sitting on the console over the navigation controls?"
Donna looked down at herself, wrapped in a towel and fuzzy slippers, then back up at him, pointedly. "Is now really the time? I made you a sandwich. Be grateful!"
She slammed the door in his face.
He knocked on the door.
She jerked it back open with an annoyed look on her face. "What now?!" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "My bubbles are getting cold!"
"You got crumbs in the stellar rectifyer!" He waved emphatically, the sandwich in his hand spraying onions and mustard down the
Yes, Yes, Yes"Are you married, River?"Yes, Yes, Yes3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Her heart leaped at the question. She stifled it down and concentrated on buckling her vortex manipulator. He'd asked. He actually had asked her to marry him before just taking her agreement for granted up on that pyramid.
Her hearts were beating so fast, and with such joy that she could barely stifle her impulse to jump on him and kiss him all over his pretty young face.
She wanted to dance around. Preferably nude. Preferably with him. She could feel her eyes sparkling with mad joy. He'd actually asked. He'd been interested as far back as this.
"Are you asking?" She wanted to be clear, she wanted it crystal clear what he was asking.
Ooh, smooth talker, that sexy voice.
And she was definitely going to answer. This time she wasn't just following instructions. "Yes."
"No, hang on," he said, panicked, she loved that trapped, horrified look on his face. He was so young, so gorgeous in that tux. A tux for a wedding. Her stomach rolled with gidd
DW: Littlest PondShh, shh, don't wake up Littlest Pond. Sorry I had to wake you.DW: Littlest Pond4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
There you go. You can keep the jacket; least I can do, after what happened to your parents. I have too many things...to say right now, so I'll just begin at the beginning and end at the end.
First off, when I came back to your parents, I had no clue that they'd had another child. Though, in hindsight, it was my fault for not seeing the babysitter slip in the back door. If only I'd known...then they wouldn't have gone. I wouldn't have let them. Then all this wouldn't have happened. But... I'm a vain man, Littlest Pond. That's the only reason I kept your mother around, or so I told her. There's another reason, though....
I loved her. Aw, look, now I'm crying. Why am I talking to you about this, anyway? I'm expressing my love for your mother when I'm not your father. But yeah... I loved your mother, in the worst way possible: the way that kept me from being more than a friend, and yet that was good, because otherw
Really?! "G'night, Doctor." Rose said sheepishly as she rose from her place on the TARDIS pilot chair.Really?!4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"'Night." He responded, still fiddling with the ship's controls. Being absorbed in his own thoughts and coordinating the TARDIS; he jumped a bit when Rose had come behind him and slinked her arms around his waist.
"AH! Oi, You tryin' to give me a heart attack? Well, hearts attack, hearts attacking?...Anyway." The Doctor trailed off. He turned in Rose's arms and pulled her into a loving embrace. He placed his head atop hers and rested his face against her sun-kissed blond hair and breathed her in. He always loved the way she smelled; like honey-suckle and summer rain. Rose pulled out of the embrace, pecked her Doctor on the lips, and hazily shuffled to bed.
The Doctor watched her blissfully as she left the control r
Letter From The Past P. 2 Angels Take Man. SpoilerChapter TwoLetter From The Past P. 2 Angels Take Man. Spoiler3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
(Manhattan, present day )
For a moment, the Doctor was stunned into silence while he stared at the spot where Amy had been moments before. He looked at the Weeping Angel, now frozen with its arm still extended and finger still pointed. Then rage gripped the Doctor's mind and he let out a howl of rage and flung himself at the statue. River ran to him while he beat at the stone with his fists.
"YOU BASTARD!" the Doctor yelled. "I'LL RIP YOU INTO CHUNKS OF STONE WITH MY BARE HANDS, I SWEAR I WILL!"
"Doctor, stop!" River said, fearful that he would keep on hitting the stone until he bloodied his fists. "Stop! You can't bring Amy and Rory back! You're going to hurt yourself!"
"You bastard!" the Doctor yelled as River pulled him backwards away from the statue.
He let out an enraged yell when the angel, satiated from consuming the time energy of two people, surrounded itself with light and teleported away to safety.
"COWARD!" the Doctor screamed while River held him.
He was a
A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you least expect...A Christmas for Two - (River/Doctor)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Tardis time rotor hummed as it pumped its way cheerfully through the vortex. Christmas music poured out through the sound system.
River waltzed her way around the console, a glass of egg nog held high, “Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, in the lane, snow is glistening, a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight, waltzing in our winter wonderland...”
“River!” the Doctor said, his eyes wide with delight. “I didn’t know you could sing!”
She grinned at him. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me, sweetie.” She waltzed over to him and clinked her cup of egg nog against his, it was just the two of them in the Tardis this time. The hallways echoed quietly, only the music and River’s singing ringing back to them.
She swayed back and forth, quite obviously delighted, happier and more relaxed than he’d seen her in a long time.
TimelinesThe Doctor never crosses his own timeline. It's one of his rules, right up there with "The Doctor lies." And so how it is that he somehow ends up arriving outside of Magpie's Televisions on the day of Elizabeth II's coronation is certainly not his own doing. Or at least that's what he tells himself.Timelines3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despite his better judgment (a rather normal occurrence) he traces the path from years ago that he somehow still remembers. The streets are quiet. Everyone is inside with their brand new televisions waiting for the broadcast. Ignorant of what they will be saved from.
And who will do the saving.
He stops on the sidewalk opposite the row of pretty brick townhouses. He knows which one it is. He sees movement behind the curtains, and a moment later the door opens.
And out she steps.
In her pink dress, her hair done up in the style of the times, she may just be the most wonderful thing he's seen in a long, long time.
For just a second, her eyes dart around the quiet street, before something catc
River SongRiver Song3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
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
(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")
ColorsThere's a softness in his eyes, the kind that's gentle with just a touch of that ancient sadness. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, runs his fingers through his already mussed hair, and tucks his sonic screwdriver in his coat pocket. He turns and looks back at the TARDIS, and there she is. His pink and yellow girl, poking her head around the door, her tongue tucked between her teeth in the grin that is so completely hers. She says something clever, but he misses it. He's too lost in her eyes.Colors3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And then he blinks and she's gone.
And he's alone. He adjusts his bowtie.
A moment later, another head pops out of the eternal blue box, but this one is too red, too tall.
"Doctor, what's taking you so " But she stops when she sees the look in his eyes. "Doctor, are you all right?" He smiles and the softness is gone, hidden once again behind the bubbly child-like façade. The one that keeps him safe.
"Yes, fine!" He sweeps past the red one into the TARDIS and swaggers around the consol
Letter From The Past P. 1 Angels Take Man. SpoilerA/N: Spoilers for Angels Take Manhattan.Letter From The Past P. 1 Angels Take Man. Spoiler3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It's been two years since Rory and I were transported back to the past by the Weeping Angel. The year is 1930 and New York is in the middle of the Great Depression. Lovely, we get zapped back into poverty. Luckily, Rory managed to get a job as a nurse, although he got a few strange looks since male nurses aren't quite as common as they are in the 21st century. But we've managed to find a nice flat in Manhattan and we have food on the table which is more than I can say for some people. We're trying to make a life here which is hard, especially since we have to get used to life without cable television, Ipods, computers and other wonders of technology we used to take for granted. Still, Rory and I have each other and that's what counts. We both miss the Doctor terribly and I wish there was a way he could come and see us. I hope the git managed to read the afterward I wrote, especially since I realize now that the numpty tor
InstructionsHis hands were tied, literally, in one red bowtie and one black. She said he only had to tell her what to do, but some things needed to be shown.Instructions3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
His hands were tied with his own bowties, one black and one red. They were as soft as silk. He yanked and grunted. They were also strong as silk.
"If you'd just let me go I could show you," he complained.
"Now, now, sweetie, you know the rules," River crooned. "Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."
"It's not the same," he protested.
"That's the point," she reminded him. She leaned over him, stretching to reach.
"If you're that eager, use your nose," she suggested.
"I am not using my nose!"
"Spoilsport." She pouted at him, looking over her shoulder.
"All right, all right." He blew his hair out of his eyes. His arms were starting to ache with the tension on them. "If we're going to do this, then I need you on this side." He shuffled sideways, and she slid around to his other side.
He strained. "I
Seared Onto My Heart. Angels Take Manhattan Fic.A/N: Spoilers for Angels Take Manhattan.Seared Onto My Heart. Angels Take Manhattan Fic.3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River sighed angrily while she watched the Doctor. She was sitting on the seat beside the console watching while he flew his ship into the vortex. Ever since he read the afterward Amy wrote for the Melody Malone novel, he had been determined to go back to when she was seven and see her one more time. River had tried to talk him out of it, reasoning it would only bring him more heartache but he refused to listen and now he was barely speaking to her. Still, River was extremely stubborn so she tried to get through to him again.
"It won't change things," River said as he walked around the console to his monitor. "You can't change the future by doing this."
"I know that, River," the Doctor growled under his breath. "I'm not trying to change the future. I just want to see her one more time."
"Doctor, you're only making it worse," River said. "You need to let go and move on."
"I CAN'T MOVE ON!" the Doctor roared at her.
He swallowed hard when he saw t
The StormcageRiver's life in the Stormcage was boring, but there were a few things to liven it up...The Stormcage3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It wasn't so bad, the Stormcage. The food was lousy, and the weather never let up. But the guards were polite, once they learned. And the security was nicely predictable. She'd gone through 14 Wardens since she first came here. The first three were determined to keep her inside at all costs.
Some costs were too high. (And some secrets should never be made public.)
The neighbors were rowdy, but very diverse and she'd picked up quite a few handy tips over the years. Not to mention a few very nasty fighting moves.
But mostly people left her alone. She could read and study in peace, they knew not to stop her phone calls or mail. (After the first time she missed a rendezvous with the Doctor there had been some nasty repercussions. The Doctor had helped with that one. Subsequent Wardens and communications specialists learned not to tamper with her mail. And they never found the taps in the system.)