If he’d thought Rose would let him get away with it he’d have gone straight to that Dalek, and this time he wouldn’t have been dragged out of the cell. Not before it was dead, anyway. Even sitting here in the TARDIS, Rose sitting beside him with an eye on the healing equipment, he was anxious, knowing that Dalek was there, outside, perhaps already ( Read more... )

‘Nothing,’ said the alien, its eyestalk - at least, Rose assumed it was an eye - drooping. ‘My race is dead. I shall die alone.’

She couldn’t help but think of the Doctor, then, and the comparison made a lump rise in her throat. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, softly, knowing how meaningless that sounded, except she really did feel it, because however ( Read more... )

He knew it was time, of course; he was just trying to deny it.

Denying it might have been more successful if there’d been anything else to do. He’d sorted the problem with the bride - and half suspected the TARDIS, crafty ship that she was, had thrown her at him just to make sure he did something. Didn’t just sit there and spend endless hours ( Read more... )

And this is his breaking point.

The point where he can no longer run, no longer hide, no more than he can hide from one plus two makes three. The point where he can’t rationalise things away anymore, can’t justify them; the point where he has to face the truth.

The point where so much of the world simply crumples and burns and fades away, like ( Read more... )

I had a long and very detailed Doctor Who dream which I remember very well because it continued into my half-conscious state. As in, I actually dreamt the end of this knowing it was a dream. Which was funky

Anyway, I think it occurred on a human-colony type planet, because that would explain the odd manner in which my mind mixed invention and ( Read more... )

Loulou made me do it!

Once upon a time, there was a girl without a name.

She should have been born on a dark and stormy night, but ( Read more... )

‘Come on then, I want to see what you’ve got us all wrapped up for,’ Rose said, grinning out at them from her fur-edged hood as she fiddled with a tricky button. ‘Should’ve done these up before I put my gloves on, shouldn’t I…’

‘Need a hand?’ Jack asked casually, leaning on a railing. Rose gave him a look.

‘Aren’t you more used to undoing ( Read more... )

On the FNet forums, in the Ravenclaw Common Room (tis a sad day for the Ravens!) in response to:

"It's like a wath, [sic] even if you had all the pieces, they wouldn't forma [sic] watch unless you had a watchmaker, it would be basically impossible, and how much more complicated is this world than a watch?"

( Dawn. 3000 BCE. Somewhere, deep in the heart of Africa, the ancestor of the modern watch is prowling. )

( I think I have a problem with writing endings. )