An Angel Named The Doctor One more step, and I'm going to see our Lord Christ. My parents won't have to work so much, and there will be less mouths to feed.
But before Nelly could have approved her decision, a shout from distance made her delay it.
"Stop! Do not jump!"
Nelly wouldn't have paid attention if it were not for the oddity. The voice sounded from above. Not from below, but from above. And who could shout from above? She was on the roof edge of the highest building in the town. Nelly opened her eyes (for heaven's sake, her scaredy heart was still afraid of leaving this world) and gasped.
A man was approaching to her. From the sky! He was stepping on little grey clouds which appeared under his feet and vanished afterwards, as if there was a path from above to below. Finally his way ended on that very roof next to Nelly, and now the blanket of awe was gone, so she could see him properly. He was dressed in a beige coat with red edges,
Jamie and Frazer When it happened for the first time, the Doctor was in console room, fiddling with settings for the next landing, Jamie was in his room, and Victoria was in the library. All of them were used to slight humming of the TARDIS, but none of them - even the Doctor - was used to hearing voices. Well, the Doctor was used to hearing voices in his mind, but not physically.
The voice was male, without alien intonations, but with addition of metal droning, like the noise which appears when playing a broken tape. And again:
The Doctor's first thought was about Cybermen, but then he mentally interrupted himself. Hold on a second. That can't be a Cyberman. They are not familiar with words like this, and no talking about the intonation...
"Doctor?" Jamie entered the console room - judging by his bamboozled expression, he had heard that too.
"Yow!" The Doctor bounced with alert: some
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Who: Flight As usually, coming aboard the plane which was to cover the way from Berlin to New York was stressful for both passengers and stewards, though the latter were doing their best to seem friendly. Naturally, it was their job, despite there were lots of factors that would have broken them down, like people who would not obey the simple rules like listening to instructions before the flight or fastening the seat belts. But today seemingly everyone was quite normal.
While examining the rows of seats with her look, the head stewardess unwillingly watched one of the passengers for a second longer than the rest. Why? There was nothing special about him. It was a small tramp of a man, dressed in shabby clothes which managed to be both too large and a bit short at the same time (apart from his coat's sleeves, which were ready to envelop his hands as well). But it was not about what he was wearing, it was about what was occupying his attention. He was
River of FlowersThe Doctor takes River to a planet where flowers grow like a river.
They were walking down a river of flowers. Something in the soil here caused the flowers to grow together in a stream, meandering off through the tall forest like a watercourse.
Brilliant reds and oranges and pinks, with the occasional scattered purple bloom as big as an end table.
The Doctor was holding her hand. He'd been doing that a lot since Manhattan.
River shook those thoughts out of her head. She'd delivered the manuscript, posting it to Amy at the address the Tardis databanks had given them, and setting up a post office box so they'd at least have that point of contact.
Then she and the Doctor had gone away.
There was, even for time travelers, nowhere to go but forward.
So, here they were, in a twilight wood, with dotted blinking stars of luminescent insects bobbing through the still air, shafts of sunlight blazoning the flowers in crimson banners of light, and the sweet scent of blooms and approaching
Different MethodsRiver and the Doctor have different ways of doing things. But somehow they always work best together.
River ran into the corridor, slammed the blast door, and grabbed his hand.
They sprinted down the hallway, the sound of labored spacecraft engines rising around them.
“River, what did you do?” the Doctor demanded as they ducked around a corner and pelted for the escape pod where the Tardis was stored.
“It was just a little bomb,” River said, grinning evilly back over her shoulder at him.
Suddenly there were cries of distress and dismay from all parts of the ship.
She looked back over her shoulder at him again, one eyebrow raised. “What did you do?” she asked.
He shrugged and grinned back at her, his floppy hair dangling in his eyes. “I cut the navigation controls, and put bubble soap in the internal atmosphere recyclers.”
Bubbles started to float out of the air vents around them.
Hello SweetieRiver had never seen this face before. But as usual, the Doctor's timing was lousy.
She knew those eyes.
They were in the wrong face, and the eyes themselves were shaped differently, but she knew that expression.
She reeled. He wasn’t supposed to be here! He was supposed to be safely away, she’d even stolen the Tardis....
Oh God. He’d caught her. He’d been watching while she....
Quick, quick, cover up, distract him.
“You are so doing those roots.”
Rockin' Around the Christmas TreeThe Doctor has always been a bit musical, but never like this.
“Can they see each other?” Clara muttered to River out of the side of her hand. She was wincing and hiding her face with her other hand.
“No,” River said, grinning. “The Tardis is separating the timelines.”
The Doctor was rocking out, playing “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” on his guitar, and his recorder, and his spoons. In three different incarnations.
They must be able to hear each other, since they were working in harmony. Seven blurring rapid fire percussion with his spoons. Two dancing a jig as he tweedled the melody around the main line. And 12 jamming in full out rocker mode, guitar screaming.
All of them dancing around the Tardis Christmas tree, separated in bands of different qualities of light, as the light in their various Tardises differed in each time zone.
“So,” Clara said, peering awfully over her hand. “He’s always been
PhoenixHe was beautiful.
Almost like the last time Jack ever saw him. Impeccable suit, nasty scar gone. Those captivating eyes, those straight lips. And he was just there waiting- like it was another Torchwood mission, so glad and relieved that Jack had finally showed up and when Jack looked at him
His heart skipped a beat and broke. Ianto Jones, the bravest man on Earth, ready for battle, ready to die again. But there was just so much relief running through Jack's mind. He even pulled Ianto in for that brief hug just to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming.
It was real. He was real. Real as could be. Warmth, not coldness. Warmth. Real flesh and blood. Real mind and consciousness. Separate. Real. Living.
In all honesty, it was too much. Jack couldn't handle it. But oh, just looking at Ianto, that smile, that deadpan expression, it mended a little part of Jack's heart. Jack had other lovers before. John Hart had been one and what a wonder it turned out the way it d
A Little Bit of Glenn Miller in My LifeA Little Bit of Glenn Miller in My Life
Jack came up from the Archives grinning from ear to ear, prize in hand. He was turning it over in his hands carefully accessing the damage it had been exposed to over the years.
"Ianto!" He called without looking away from the contraption in his hands. "Where are my old records?"
Ianto turned in his chair and raised an eyebrow at what he saw in Jack's hands, "They're in your office, sir. Third cabinet on the right, the box beside it."
"Jack?" Gwen piped up. "Why do you have that?"
Jack flashed her a smile, "I thought we'd have a bit of fun." Nearly running off to his office, Ianto sat back in his chair and sighed.
"I'm almost worried about what he has in mind."
"Lighten up, Ianto." Owen came up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Things couldn't be any worse than last week at least."
Tosh rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "If he ever messes with my equipment again I-...I'll do something. I'm not sure what, but it would hav
Torchwood: Wake up call for Mr JonesTitle : A wake up call for Mr Jones
Author: Darkenrose/ blackenrose
Pairing: Jack Harkness/ Ianto Jones
Jack Harkness smiled softly as he lent on the doorway to Ianto's bed room, where Ianto Jones was currently completely under the covers and refusing to move.
"Ianto time to get up, we're going to be late." Jack said softly knowing full well Ianto was awake hidden under the duvet. He got a mumbled reply but no movement. Silently Jack made his way over to the bed and pounced on his young lover, throwing his legs around Ianto's hips over the duvet. In reply he got a surprised grunt. Smiling still Jack pulled back the covers to revile Ianto's head and torso. Ianto looked to be asleep apart from the adorable pout that danced over his lips.
"Ianto," Jack warned before kissing those full lips softly.
"10 more minuets Jack," Ianto's reply was rough from sleep, Jack's smiled broaden as he wiggled and found a place to lean on his forearm above Ianto's h
Janto: Falling in Love: Ch. 17Jack was waiting in the Hub. He was watching the door, waiting for the alarms to go off signaling that someone had arrived.
Ianto was, typically, the first to arrive. Jack greeted him, saying, "Good morning, Ianto. Looking good," with a cheeky wink.
Ianto turned and walked away as he said, "Morning." He looked uncomfortable, and Jack knew perfectly well why.
It was about the kiss.
Jack sighed. He'd figured this would happen. He knew he had to get Ianto to be comfortable around him again, and he knew he could; he just needed time. He followed Ianto into the kitchen. "Look, Ianto, I just wanted to say something to you before the others get here."
"Oh?" Ianto didn't turn from where he was making the coffee.
"About the other night. What happened."
"I know that it makes you feel uncomfortable around me "
Still no response.
"But I just wanted to say that it was nothing. We'd both had a little too much to drink, and that's it. It's a drunken accident, and it won't happen again.
Friends in NeedThe Doctor's desperate, so who would he turn to, but his oldest friend. Sarah Jane Smith.
There was a frantic pounding on the front door. Sarah turned to her supercomputer in the attic.
The computer whirred and dinged. "Scans indicate it is the Doctor."
Sarah's eyes grew wide, she hastily shut down the computer and ran down the stairs. The pounding never stopped, quick and frantic.
She threw open the front door to see the latest Doctor standing there, floppy hair, bow tie, and a desperate look on his young face.
"Sarah! I need your help!"
"Anything. What do you need?"
"How do you make French toast?"
She didn't ask. Didn't hesitate. "You use eggs, milk, butter and bread. Wisk the eggs and milk together, add a sprinkle of salt and pepper, heat the butter in a skillet, dip the bread in the eggs and fry it in the butter."
He nodded, point for point. "Can you show me?" He wrung his hands frantically. "I already destroyed the Tardis kitchen twice, too much sulfur in the
Thy home then gentle JaneSarah Jane never spoke much about the Doctor. What was there to say? It was too much to even being to explain. A man of that many years had too many stories to tell, and perhaps too many horrors to share. So Rani never pressed. What was Sarah Jane's was Sarah Jane's. She had no right to pry.
But now, in historical London, she couldn't help but wonder about this Doctor who she had met only twice. This mysterious bloke who could change his face and had a remarkable machine and touched so many lives. Except sometimes he didn't. And she wondered, is this what the Doctor felt like when he was pressed against that door in the UNIT base, believing that he had doomed his beloved companions. Did he feel helpless, useless? Hopeless?
Because that was how she felt, sitting in front of Lady Jane Grey and speaking to her as if they were old friends. And even though Rani was the one running around saving 21st century Earth from aliens, this simple girl was about to die in 16th century England.
A Wedding and a Trickster
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
Toddler Who: And the Who Rath Outgrabe What could be sweeter than two little boys eagerly waiting for their sitter to read them a bedtime story? Only three little ones, though it was harder from the beginning. But those three never created a mess on intention. Only accidentally. It was hard to take care of them, but pleasant as well. Or what about more?
Tonight Clara had to put more children to bed, because due to some unknown reason heat and electricity had been turned off in almost all neighborhood, apart from two houses - the one which turned into a temporal kindergarten and the next door one (this was due to Peter's father personal interference in house protection). But Mr. and Mrs. Williams, as well as their three daughters, had gone to another town to visit Mr. Brian Williams, the girls' grandfather. So the only opportunity was letting all the gang spend the night at the only 'survival' house. Right now more than ten little boys were staring at Clara from bunk bed, airbeds and pillows all around the floo
Upside Down the Staircase "Kaster."
Kasterborous Tyler pulled the blanket over his head and rolled onto his right side, but didn't answer or open his eyes.
There was a poke on his shoulder. But Kaster didn't reply this time as well. There was another poke.
"Kaster." Poke. "Kaster." Poke. "Kaster." Poke. "Kaster." Poke. "Kaster." Poke. "Kaster." Poke.
"WHAT?!" Kaster popped his head from under the blanket - his dark brown eyes appeared even darker because of shades around them. "Bertie, why the heck did you wake me up? It's... what time is it?"
The alarm clock on his bed table showed 5:14 AM. Figures.
"I think I've heard something!"
Kaster muttered not really polite words to himself. Though - there was no doubt about that - Bertram Pollock, aka Bertie, was his best friend and even his brother in heart (literally), but he was such a scaredy cat sometimes!
"Oh, Bertie, it's not a haunted mansion, it's the house of human-alien hybrids s
Kiss of Life Rhodette Smith closed the browser and covered her face with her palms. There was a lump in her throat, and she didn't want anybody to come here. Tony, Grandma Jackie, Grandpa Pete, Mum or Dad. No one. Even if a miracle happened and her siblings from another world came... Rhodie doubted that she would be adequate enough to talk to them.
This was a trifle. One of the littlest things which take place every day and every hour and every minute. It was a photo made a long long time ago from the cell phone - otherwise its quality wouldn't have been so low. But it was enough to spot her and Kyon Turlough.
No, they were not kissing. The camera had caught the very peculiar moment.
Get away from here! Heard me? Shoo! Rhodes, if you die, I'll kill you! Daughter of Timelords cannot die like that, during summer holidays! Re-ge-ne-ra-tion! Re-ge-ne-ra-tion! Hear me?! Okay...
Rhodie wrinkled upon recalling th
2000 Years Young "Coming!.. Coming!.. Now!.. Now!.."
Usually society is afraid of things which bring changes, no matter for better or for worse. In this case it was something else. This town had better life conditions, better harvest, better trades - better everything apart from sicknesses and deaths and their relatives. But there's always a price to pay, and this was the day when everybody gathered at the town's square, waiting for a miracle. Or at least for a sight.
A collective "aaaaaahhhhh!" sounded over the square, and the crowd divided in two, making a path for the reason of everything better.
Nothing changed this time. The core of the changes did not change itself.
A boy of about ten in odd clothes was walking through the crowd, throwing grim glances at it. He was young, but visibly strong and healthy, though pale and with eyes that seemed to be much larger than normally - dark brown, sunken and surrounded with shades, they didn't reflect the light. His hair wa
Toddler Who: The Funkenstein's Figurine "How are you going to differ the details from each other? You've got... five, six, seven..."
"Thir-teen," Peter proudly announced and showed four fingers (one on the right hand and three on his left) as a proof. "We WILL dee-fer."
Today the children were playing with Lego sets in the attic of the house where Matt and Peter lived. It definitely was quite easy to differ one set's details from the other's (for instance, Patrick's set was knight-themed, while David's and Johnny's was 'megapolis' and Matt had a pirate-themed set), but it also would take time.
"Spaceship, spaceship!" Chris finished his grand model of the mentioned craft (unlike the rest of the kids, he preferred following the instructions here) and began running around with it, making whirring sounds. But his ninth 'wheeeeerrrrr' turned into a yelp: another sound, similar to cracking of thunder, followed from somewhere below.
Only Peter wasn't surprised with this.
"That's Daddy," he
Toddler Who: So Much for the Happy Ending Peter tripped over something and flopped onto the snow-clad pavement. Jumped up and ran on, not even caring about his clothes besmeared in wet and dirty spots. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. Quicker, quicker, quicker!
Two strong hands grabbed Peter's middle and scooped him up.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" Peter yelled, arching, kicking and shaking his tiny fists.
"Easy, Peter! What's up? I ain't gonna let you go unless you tell me everything!"
Peter stopped trying to wiggle free and recognized the male member of the most discussed (by adults) couple around. It was Ben Jackson, a sailor who lived together with his 'Duchess' - Polly Wright. Well, if so, he could be trusted - even Peter thought so.
"Mr. Tardis... Mr. Tardis!" the boy exhaled, unable to catch his breath. "Tell... someone... quick!"
"Come on, little one! Calm down and tell me what is going on."
"You not gonna believe," Peter breathed.
OHFE: Tyler and Saxon Narcissa Saxon was suspicious.
This was her usual mood, but right now she was especially suspecting the result of her hunting to be wrong. This couldn’t be so easy. Or could it? Anyway, if her developed genetic memory was correct, if the result was right, the web cocoon under her feet couldn’t be this short. It should’ve been one and a half times longer.
However, the cocoon didn’t stay still for long. There was a faint sound of cloth-like substance ripping, and the being inside jumped up.
“Nae, it be wrong,” Narcissa muttered to herself, but re-checked. This could hardly be the Universe-famous and infamous time and space wanderer known as the Doctor. Though, as far as Narcissa knew, this youngster possessed a striking resemblance to what she thought was the Doctor’s most recent appearance. Dark spiky hair sticking upwards, huge chocolate brown eyes, skinny stature… Long camouflage coat, jeans, white T-shirt wit
Feathers and Stars "I wonder if angel legends came from cases like this," Hobo Song thought. No one could see him now, otherwise there would've been mass hysterics. Or maybe worse. Right now he was leading upwards, to the shelter of one of his 'blood brothers' (this expression fitted the most here, though both these words couldn't possible refer to Hobo or anybody like him - strange, eh? The practical proof of mathematics law: two minuses give a plus). But he was most disturbed not by past, but by possible future.
Finally Hobo landed onto the edge of a huge cloud, the upper side of which was occupied with a labyrinth made of glass. To be more exact, the walls of this place were made of glass blocks of different shapes and sizes, each of them having at least a drop of liquid inside. Tearlet, the host of this labyrinth, was out. There would've been more questions, Hobo thought and placed the one whom he had been holding onto the steam-covered, but firm and cool surface. It was a boy with spik
DW OC 10_P4_The Crystal EffectFull title: (DW OC adventures) Holly and the Doctor adventures~ The Crystal Effect
Featuring the 10th Doctor
My OC: Holly Rosenburg
"When I had asked if there was a something to ride, I was thinking something that didn't have a mind of its own to try to throw me off."
Holly held her arms tight around Captain Oakenson as he directed the strange six legged red cat creature through the dense forest ground. She held on so tightly that she started to think she was getting splinters from the tree guardian.
"Would you rather have walked?" He asked trying to hide the smile in his voice since he already knew the answer.
Before giving a snappy remark, Holly spotted the top of ruined lab a short distance to her left. "There! To the left, I see it," she pointed briefly before regaining her tight grip to steady herself.
Toddler Who: Notion Potion "Whoa, what a rare guest. Why were you waiting... sorry, will be waiting... oh, ARE waiting here?"
Petey did his best to hide his creeps. Everyone sensible (including adults) felt wary about Idris - the strangest lady in the neighbourhood and at the same time the eternal mate of Time-o-thee Alistair Rassilon Doxter Ivan Smith, aka Mr. Tardis for those who knew. Her old-fashioned (and old) puffy dresses and high hairstyles were the least part of it. Most of the time she stayed calm and enjoyed commenting everything in her specific way (which included mixing tenses, as if she didn't feel sure about time), but sometimes she could break out and... well, biting her mate in the ear all of a sudden was the lightest trick in her fashion.
"Where's Mr. Tardis?" Petey pointed at the old phone booth which served Mr. Tardis as a rain shelter and sleeping place. "I wanna talk to him."
"Hmm... I suppose he's in his working cellar." Idris thought for a while and nodded. "Ye
DW OC 10_P3_The Crystal EffectFull title: (DW OC adventures) Holly and the Doctor adventures~ The Crystal Effect
Featuring the 10th Doctor
My OC: Holly Rosenburg
Holly stumbled out of the suffocating warm jungle and took a brief moment to relish the breath of a cool breeze welcomed her. She also took this moment to look around the open clearing to try to figure out where she was and to which direction she needed to go.
"Now where did we park?"
Holly looked up to the tree line to see where Jabe's tree house was in order to gauge her distance.
"Wow, it's way over there. But I don't remember running that far to get here."
Just as she started to pick up her pace towards the towering tree structure on the horizon, a couple of Jabe's guards emerged from the trees around her. Trying hard not to feel ambushed, Holly smiled ner
When Death Is Over "That's some fabulous luck."
A man dressed like a gentleman from Victorian England (this fashion was quirky even for this age when everything was allowed to wear) placed his hand onto the forehead of the little girl supine on the bed. She was pale - so pale that even her lips didn't have a droplet of blood in them - with white hair braided in tiny plaits reaching her shoulder-blades, round-faced and with beautiful fingers. Those were the fingers of the one who could use them well. And she wasn't sleeping. This was more of lost consciousness, taking in the condition in which she had been found.
After a while the girl's breathing turned full, and she opened her eyes of minty green shade:
"What? Where am I? Am I dead?"
"No, you're not," the man replied and sat onto the edge of her bed. "I'm the Doctor. What's your name?"
"Teeah." The girl reached out and touched his knee, as if making sure that he wasn't going to turn to smoke and disappear. "Doct
He'd told us to wait here. Yes, fine, we were waiting. We were staying put. But he'd also told us to be quiet, that our lives depended on it. I was quiet all the time, so that didn't matter to me, but to everyone else, it seemed to be a challenge too complicated for them to accept.
Going around the packed Town Square in the Career Center was a din of panicked babble. Now it wasn't like I wasn't scared, but at least I wasn't freaking out about it. Most people were just talking to friends, discussing their possible deaths, while others were already starting to scream.
To keep myself calm with no friends to talk to, I watched out for that infamous alien. He said he'd be back soon. I wasn't sure if I could believe him.
But, soon enough, I heard a door slam down the hall and out of sight. Loud, quickly-moving footsteps came towards us until the tweed-clad Time Lord came into view. As he stopped in front of us, he spotted the crowd's condition, and bounded up
Sixth Doctor: Planets come and go. Stars perish. Matter disperses, coalesces, forms into other patterns, other worlds. Nothing can be eternal.
The Doctor: I like that, "Allons-y". I should say allons-y more often. Look sharp, Rose Tyler, allons-y! And then it would be really brilliant if I met someone called Alonso, 'cause then I could say allons-y Alonso every time... [beat] You're staring at me.
Rose: My mum's still on board.
Jackie: If we end up on Mars, I'm gonna kill you!
Owen: I started looking into devil worship and stuff from that era , see if there's anything about plucking out hearts, and would you believe it, there's nothing! They ate eyeballs. They drank blood. They had sex with animals, but they did not pluck out each others' hearts because, obviously, that would have been weird.
Luke: Can I borrow your mobile, Clyde?
Clyde: We’re in space! Who’re you gonna ring? Captain Kirk?
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