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The 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 c

He 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.

The 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. "Who's that?" 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 hesit

   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

   "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

Full title: (DW OC adventures) Holly and the Doctor adventures~ The Crystal Effect Featuring the 10th Doctor My OC: Holly Rosenburg Rating: G/pG-13 Part 4          "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 kne