One Last RunRunning. There was always loads of running. Running and never looking back for fear of what you might see if you did. From the first moment he grabbed my hand and told me to run to the last time I saw himthe real himand ran toward where his TARDIS once stood, it was a whirlwind adventure.More Like This
I wasn't just running from monsters. I was running from my life as a shop girl to a new, fantastic life with the Doctor. I ran toward what I thought would be forever and ended up without it.
Running away with the Doctor was the best thing I ever did. It made me realise I was brilliant. It made me the stuff of legends, the Bad Wolf, the defender of the Earth.
But I wish I could give up all those titles and run just one more time. I want to run to the Doctor. To my Doctor. Just one more time. Once more, to tell him the one thing he needs to hear and to hear him say the one thing he never could say.
I'd tell him to stop running from the past.
TorchwoodT is for Toshiko, a smart little cookie,More Like This
O is for Owen who likes to have sex,
R is for Rift, Torchwood's main focus,
C is for Cardiff Torchwoods location,
H is for humerous, which is what Jack is to me,
W is for Wales where Torchwood be.
O is for odd, what Ianto is seems.
O is for nothing, just an intermission
D is for the Doctor, Jack's obsession
We are Torchwood, if its alien, its ours.
Chaos Theory"Oh, you are beautiful!"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 Clumsy controls, outdated technology, and, welljust ancient."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