I really need to start using this journal...  Anyway, here's a new story in my Certain Dark Things series about Rose's Dimension Cannon jumps on her way back to the Doctor.

Rose had traveled through so many different parallels, ranging from the mundane to the bizarre, but now, looking out at the familiar London skyline, she wondered if she'd finally ( Read more... )

Rose shifted, embarrassed, and rolled her eyes.  “I’m not answering that,” she said.  She was uncomfortably aware of everyone’s eyes turned in her direction.

“But Rose,” said Jack roguishly, “enquiring minds want to know.”  He winked at her.

“You don’t actually think this is important, do you?” asked Rose, exasperated.  She glared at the two ( Read more... )

As the Doctor watched Rose disappear down the TARDIS corridor with Adam in tow, he sunk down onto the jump seat and let out a sigh.  Half of him wanted to set the coordinates to random, grab Rose by the hand, and find the biggest, baddest trouble around.  (Preferably, the sort that might involve Adam dangling over a pit, and wasn’t that a pretty ( Read more... )

“No, we’re just visitors,” said the Doctor, holding up the psychic paper to the police officer at the door of the hospital.  “See?  Visitor’s passes and everything.”

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This, thought Rose as she shared hugs with all and sundry in the TARDIS control room, is an after-party worth waiting for.

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      The dance hall is thoroughly decked out in red and white crepe paper and balloons.  The tables are liberally festooned with hearts.  The band members are in white tuxes with red carnations for boutonnieres.  It is, he supposes, quite the affair.

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