A CrackA Crack3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shape of a sickly smile
The sound of a woman's voice,
Send me back!
Send me back!
He knows that voice,
Remembers that day.
That awful, terrible, life-ending day,
when his world was ended
When he wa
StarsShe walks outside and finds him lying on the grass, staring at the night sky, humming gently. At the sound of her approaching, he leans up and turns his head to look at her, the smile on his face growing impossibly wide. She tries to smile back, but a part of her, the part of her, which still cannot believe this is real, stops her.Stars3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She does not know how to sort out the infinite variety of feelings, which is running through her. She is happy he is here, she really is, but a part of her cannot help but feel guilty. She feels as though she betrayed her other Doctor, by choosing this man. Not to mention the anger, at having been left behind again, without being given as much as a chance to say goodbye, not given the chance to choose, which life she would want.
Without a word, she lies down next to him and stares at the stars, remembering the years she spent in the TARDIS with him, going on wonderful adventures, saving planets and running. Suddenly, the Doctor puts his arm around her as if
DW: Sleeping TogetherHe could pinpoint the day, or rather night, it had all started, but he could not imagine the day he would not want it anymore.DW: Sleeping Together3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The night it had started, had been a time for a rare nap, when she had suddenly shaken him awake, whispered his name over and over in a strangled, panicked voice. He had pulled her down to the bed, held her tight as she calmed down enough to finally tell him about the horrible nightmare about demons telling her she was going to die. She fell asleep in his arms that night and he smiled as he dozed off with her.
After that night, their nights together became more and more frequent, and he did not complain. He looked at his beautiful companion with a smile on his lips. Her head was resting on his chest, one hand grabbing his shirt, as though she was holding him in place, making sure he did not leave. Not that he would. He had never liked standing still, but having her with him like this, definitely made it worth it.
Those nights, he would stay awake and watch her.
Tantrum Time LordTantrum Time Lord4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"PLEASE Rose, oh please can we go in there, oh please!?"
"Come on Rose, just a look around won't hurt!?"
"I promise i won't overindulge myself, i'll just get one or two please!?"
"And anyway, don't you think that Amelia would like some too? Just for herself to enjoy like i do with mine, come on Rose, please!?"
"Please Rose please, please, please!?"
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You weren't listening to me and you were rambling."
"Oops, sorry love. What was it you were going to say?"
"I said that we could go in the bloody shoe store for your sneakers! You didn't have to be a baby about it, that's Amelia's job."
"Oh... i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."
"It's okay, now let's go in and get your precious sneakers before you die of a fit."
"I love you Rose Tyler."
"God forbid this one likes sneakers too."
"What is that supposed to... ROSE!"
Love Knows No Limits1. Amy and Rory PondLove Knows No Limits4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Love knows no limits, no boundaries of time or space or death. To the last centurion, love will keep him waiting 2000 years for her. "She can always hear me, Doctor," he said. "Always." Says the man who has died a dozen times and would die a million more if only to save her life. He'll wait forever to see her, search tirelessly to find her if it means falling asleep once more with her in his arms.
To her, it's risking all to save him so she doesn't lose him again. If she has to die, cross universes, or jump in a puddle of lethal acid to find him and bring him home, she will.
The nurse and the kissogram. The last centurion and the girl who didn't make sense. The boy and girl who waited.
They are forever.
2. The Doctor and Rose Tyler
Love knows no limits. For the Doctor and Rose, it is a story that spans across all of time and space. Their love is legendary, the most powerful thing in all the galaxies, always bringing them back to one another
Unforgivable Sin"NO!" The Doctor sat bolt upright with a desperate cry, abject terror shining in his wide eyes. His body was unbelievably tense and his stomach tied in a tight, binding knot. His breathing hitched and stopped as for an eternity of a moment he sat paralyzed in fear, startled and nearly swallowed by the darkness around him.Unforgivable Sin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Doctor?" His wife whispered beside him. Rose's voice seemed small, even insignificant in comparison to the deafening stillness and silence that assaulted the Doctor's mind. He instinctually glanced around the room to try and insist to his mind that it had all been a dream and that he was awake again, but his attention was still captured by the raw, unchecked panic that surged through his single heart at what he had just seen, experienced, and done again.
At once, even as he subconsciously recognized the secure room around him and Rose by his side, the pure horror of his dream rushed back upon him so fast and so hard that he nearly choked. He was
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?5 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
Sherlock X Cabin Pressure crossJohn adjusted the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder as he stood in the line to board his plane. A 7-4-7, full of many people with so many different backstories, yet John knew that the whole trip to California in the United States, he would be completely and depressingly alone.Sherlock X Cabin Pressure cross3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His doctor had ordered him on a vacation, a type of medicine. Something a simple pill wouldn't service. He had to get away from everything that connected him to Sherlock, but John knew this wouldn't help. In order to get him away from everything to do with Sherlock, they would have to cut out his heart. If it was up to John, he wouldn't be going on this stupid trip in the first place.
He glanced around at the speckled gray walls of the London airport one last time before stepping into the terminal and slowly making his way to the open doors of the aircraft. Lining against the cabin doors stood the crew of the craft, including the captain.
"Hello," He started cheerfully as John entered the plane, "My name's
Tech-Talk (StevexReader) Part 2The CellphoneTech-Talk (StevexReader) Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Steve entered your house looking very bashful. This was the first time he was going to be in your home with just you...alone. The last time he was here was when you hosted that small Christmas party. Your house was fairly big for a person living by themselves. You had a big master bedroom and a small guestroom, each with their own closet. The bathroom was medium sized with a tub and a removable shower head. The living room was the biggest since part of it transitioned into the kitchen. The dinning room was a small section in the far corner in the kitchen with a small black, sleek table with matching chairs. You lived alone so you didn't want to have too much stuff in your house. You told Steve to make himself comfortable and he did so by sitting on the couch while you walked down the hall into your bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. You slipped on a (f/c) fitted t-shirt and a pair of (f/c) jeans. You decided to go out barefoot since it
A Bedtime StoryThe room looked as if a bull had charged through it. End tables were flipped over, vases were broken, and books were torn apart, their pages scattered randomly all over the floor. A woman in her mid-thirties lay on the couch, clearly worn out, while the Doctor went about the room with the energy of someone who hadn't just fought off a mind-controlling alien, scanning different parts of the space with his screwdriver.A Bedtime Story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It looks like that parasite is gone," he said, looking at his screwdriver intently. He turned to the woman and pocketed the instrument. "You should feel back to normal after a good night's sleep, but do be careful about where you buy your produce next time."
"Thank you, Doctor," she said weakly, wiping the sweat from her brow. The Doctor nodded and turned to leave, but stopped when a hand caught his wrist.
"Wait, do you think you could do one more thing for me? I know I've caused you enough trouble already, but I don't think I have the strength to do it myself."
DW: Three MinutesYou can do many things in three minutes. You can listen to a song, full of messages of love and hate, heartbreak and happiness. You can say 'I do' to the person with whom you want to spend the rest of your life. You can make a cup of tea you will enjoy, while reading your favourite book.DW: Three Minutes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You can also fall in love all over again.
She fell in love again as he held her when she cried. Cried for the loss of her Doctor. The way he held her, the scent of him, so similar to the other him. His hair, his eyes, his smile, it was all him. In his arms she felt safe, she felt like this was where she belonged. She felt loved.
He had whispered those words in her ear. Those words she had been longing to hear since the day he had vanished from her life on this beach.
She clung to him, feeling his single heartbeat. He whispered words of comfort in her ear.
"I'm here. I'm here and I will never, ever leave you. I promise."
He repeated those words, and his voice made a shiver run down her spine, mad
The Sound of SilenceDoctor WhoThe Sound of Silence4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Doctor/Master fan fiction
The Sound of Silence
It was too much for him. He couldn't take it. The silence. There was nothing. The shock of the sound that he'd heard for most of his life being ripped from his skull was enough to drive him mad all over again. He panicked. So did I. It was terrifying. I had no choice. I knocked him unconscious.
Carrying the Master back to the Tardis, I only hoped he would be calmer when he awoke. Hopefully he would recognize where he was when that happened. I laid him down in one of the bedrooms and left him there in peace.
After a while of leaning against the Tardis console, resting my throbbing head and thinking about nothing, I noticed the Master enter. His boots thudded with a clang-clang as he trudged across the metal floor. For a moment I just looked at him and him at me. We said nothing. But when I caught sight of his sad eyes that were bloodshot a
You Are Not Alone"Doctor, what...what's this?" asked Rose, calling across the Tardis. Slightly startled, he looked up to see her holding a nondescript pocketwatch.You Are Not Alone3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, that's just my pocketwatch!" he replied, vaulting over the banister and walking cooly up to her. "See, if I ever needed to...well, let's say, lay low for a while, this would hold all of my Time Lord memories and such. It's neat, really. It's got a perception filter, so I wouldn't see it as anything special, I wouldn't really even notice it. I'd be human, and keep aging, and it's a complicated process really, with lots of...sciency...stuff," with a bright smile, he flipped up his glasses and turned to go back to the controls. "SO, where to next? We could go to...oh, I dunno, anywhere." The smile still on his face, he stopped and turned back to look at Rose, who was gazing intently at the pocketwatch, looking troubled.
"I...wouldn't even...notice it?" she asked haltingly, gazing still at the watch.
"Sorry?" Jumping, Rose looked back up at
The ShirtDonna held Rose's shirt tightly in her hand. "I'm not the first, am I?"The Shirt4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That's my friend's," said the Doctor quietly.
"Where is she, then? Popped out for a space-walk?"
"I lost her."
The Doctor held onto that shirt, after. He's take it and fist it in hands that shook with grief and guilt and rage. He'd lift it to his nose and smell the scent of Rose that still lingered in the thin cotton. He'd breathe in her scent until there was nothing, nothing but the smell of her and the feel of her shirt and he'd shut his eyes and maybe, maybe this was all a dream - maybe he'd open her eyes and she'd be standing there, all gold and pink and warm and smiling, laughter in her eyes and her tongue caught in her teeth as she watched him. But as the minutes passed he had to come back to reality, had to open his eyes to the cold lonely console of the TARDIS, clutching the pale reminder of a girl who'd meant everything to him. Once in his rage he flung the now-damp shirt
Every time.He had been there for her, although she didn't know this yet, why wouldn't she be there for him?Every time.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was his 13th body, they both knew it was coming, sooner rather than later.
But this was even sooner than they had wanted.
They had been hoping he could just age this body out naturally.
They should have known better. Neither of them were fated to die a natural death.
He was always there when she needed him, every time she called he was there, sometimes even if she didn't, and this was no exception.
It was an ancient tomb, and it was locked, how was she supposed to resist?
It happened so fast. The tomb was dark and something grabbed her as it opened.
Brakes in desperate need of fixing grated and light spilled into the tomb.
"And what sort of time do you call this?" she dropped the usual flirty line.
She used the distraction to break free, and then the fighting started.
Shots fired bodies fell.
Then River was backed into a corner, no way out. No way to avoid the gun pointed at her.
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
PARADOXPurposely risking the lives of everyone they know for just one nightPARADOX4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Alone together. The entire universe is at stake, but
Right now the two men, the same man, don't seem
As if they could care less about their fate. But they
Otherwise this one night might turn into a
compleX nightmare of billions of impossibilities, something they both know can never happen. After all, not all of time can be rewritten.
CookingAmy walks into the Tardis kitchen to find the most unexpected sight...Cooking3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Amy walked into the Tardis kitchen to find the Doctor cutting vegetables.
She stopped and blinked. She looked around and then back at him. He had a tea towel tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and was wielding a large knife with apparent ease. At least he didn't seem to be missing any fingers.
"Uh, Doctor," she said timidly, not wanting to distract him.
"Hmm?" he casually scooped up the pile of cut vegetables on the edge of the knife and dropped them into a pot bubbling on the stove.
"What are you doing?" she finally asked, her mind refusing to believe what her eyes were reporting.
He looked up and stared at her as if she was strange. "I'm cooking." He pulled over a bunch of celery and started chopping it with casual massacrely glee.
"You cook?" she said in disbelief.
He carried the massacred celery bits over and stirred them into the pot. "Of course I cook. Been a bachelor for centuries.
Fix YouMycroft was dead.Fix You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nobody knew when he died, or even where or who had done it. All anybody knew was that he was no longer alive, no longer breathing or feeling the rhythm of blood in his veins. He'd turned up in a skip, bleeding, but not mangled. He was stabbed, probably; that's what everyone thought anyway- nobody was really caring how it happened. All anyone knew was that Mycroft Holmes was dead, and that's all anybody needed to know.
But Sherlock wasn't anybody.
John had never seen the great detective cry. He'd seen him laugh, seen him freeze with fear, tremble with rage, smirk with that clear smug air that dangled around his shoulders like a hero's cape. But through everything, he'd never even shed a tear. Not when he was almost poisoned, not when he was nearly killed again and not even when John himself was close so close to Death, he could see its long black shadow already before his eyes; beckoning.
When Sherlock cried it was like watching a stone statue move and crumble,
Steve/Bucky thingSteve was being dishonest. A lie of omission is still a lie, right? And on those cold winter nights when Bucky would climb into their shared bed (their apartment was too small for two of them), taking pity on Steve's small, shivering form and gathering him up in his arms, it was no less of a lie to keep from Bucky how much he loved being pressed close to his chest than it was to outright deny it.Steve/Bucky thing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still though, Steve was sure Bucky was interested in woman. Bucky spent most of his weekends out with some Pam or Julie or Susan (Steve couldn't keep them straight). Steve, while able to appreciate the artistic aesthetic of a woman's body, could only conjure up mild fear and disinterest at the prospect of being with one. Occasionally, he would try to kindle an interest by fantasizing about lithe, smooth forms moving against his own painfully scrawny one. But those nearly always melted into being held by toned, strong arms, his own pale skin against tanned chests and stomachs and thighs, skin s
Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His favourite movie was The Muppets, and Rose joked that it was only because he fancied himself as Beaker (to which he vehemently protested).
"Hey Doctor, can you stop leaving cat food around the TARDIS? We're not getting a cat."
"The Daleks aren't going to exterminate all your trash, Rose."
He considered it a successful day of fighting aliens if she fell asleep on him during their reading time in the library.
Rose never let him wear bowties unless he was wearing a tux because she claimed it looked terrible with his usual suit and Converse.
From that moment on, the Doctor decided they weren't going to visit any more famous kings.
The crossing of time lines is strictly forbidden except when it means he can look back on a daft man with big ears and his blonde friend.
One day River stopped visiting and Amy had to tell Rory what the Doctor had told her after the Byzantium crashed.
Always and Completely.He had made her a promise. He had promised he wouldn't change anything, not one thing, "Don't you dare". He had promised. But it was a promise he couldn't keep. Not now. Not this time.Always and Completely.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn't get mad not this time, she must need him as much as he needed her.
Before he could even touch the console, she began humming, then the familiar vworp vworp followed, the TARDIS knew him, she left the breaks on for him. The sound always comforted him.
The trip felt far too long, but as soon as she landed he knew it was in fact too short. He had to stop for a minute and take a deep breath before he could force himself to open the door. When he did, what he saw took his one heart and sent it careening into the other. She sat there her hair singed and smoking slightly, and somehow even messier then usual.
She smiled at him in a very tired way and said with little of her usual flirtatious gusto "And what sort of time do you call this?"
"Sorry I'm late." he said as a glistening t
DilemmaI love you.Dilemma4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I hate you.
I miss you.
I loathe you.
I need you.
I own you.
I can't live without you.
I can't stay near you.
I want to be with you.
I don't want to join you.
I can be myself with you.
I can use your feelings against you.
I envy you.
I am better than you.
I am proud of you.
I am disgusted by you.
I remember you.
I remember us.
I want you back;
Never leave me again...