Deliberately ignoring the chaos outside, the Torchwood director stood his ground under the Doctors querulous cross-questioning. ‘We had no choice! You weren’t here and… well, what other options did we have? The Daleks were killing indiscriminately!’

‘Didn’t I warn you? Don’t use the Gamma-laser, I said. I’m sure I said that’. The doctor looked ( Read more... )

The French architect gestured wildly ‘Doomed! Doomed I tell you!

A pause. Whispers. Confirmation

‘Sorry, monsieur. Ze Cathedral will be domed.’
Poll What do you think?

The hunter stood, exhausted, over the now-slain body of the mammoth-like creature. Spear raised. Waiting.

On cue, golden glow covered the body, then, as the light cleared, a new mammoth-creature, similar, but noticeably different, clambered unsteadily to its feet.

The hunter skewered it again, mentally counting the number of times left to go.

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“Weasley!”

Snapes oddly flat voice bellowed out across the common room. Ron reluctantly stood, wide eyed in anticipation before the approaching black-clad form. “Yessir? Whatsir? WhaveIdonesir?”

Snape sneered, his hollow voice carrying clearly across the room. “Where did you get that from?” He pointed.

Ron brightened. “Oh, sir, It’s a muggle device ( Read more... )

A shot rang out, loud within the space of the reactor control room, and, with a look of infinite surprise he fell, his pockets spilling ultra-tech gadgets as he collapsed into an untidy heap.

Abandoning the reactor controls, the futuristically clad woman reached for him, tears in her eyes. “Can you hear me? Speak to me!”

He smiled and looked with ( Read more... )

With a decisive flick of the wrist, Buffy turned the TV off, severing the announcement in mid flow. ‘Giles, what do you mean, we have no books on this? ‘

Giles removed his glasses in his peculiar mannerism. ‘Well, you see, this apocalypse… its not part something the council ever… expected’. His voice petered out.

Xander turned from the now-blank TV ( Read more... )

The Doctor gently closed the door to his laboratory and broke the news to the Brigadier & Captain Yates. "I’m sorry, my dear fellows, but the time has come for me to leave. UNIT will just have to continue its mission without me ( Read more... )

Cackling with glee, the villain taunted his captor ‘So, Doctor! Finally we shall peer into your soul!’ Barely tuning his head he called to an attendant ‘Bring it in!’

Burly guards brought in a rather tatty looking item and, firmly holding the Doctor, placed it on his head.

Silence.

A wizened voice spoke, ancient, as though it were dealing with the ( Read more... )

The man in the trenchcoat pulled his trigger twice in rapid succession, gunning down a Boomer and a Six.

"Thirty seven thousand, four hundred and eighteen", muttered Deckard to himself as he ran down the next corridor.

With apologies for any double-posting, the following came to me as I was driving to work this morning:

New writing (on a new blog)