YAH! DECEMBER!

[commodoresexual]

IT'S THE HOLIDAY SEASON, HURRAH!

Heh, can everyone tell that I love this time of year, because I do?

Now, it's that time of year, and as knitmeapony is leading the pack this year ...it is in fact that other time of the year, where I offer up writings as holiday presents. Any pairing, any fandom, any anything. I'm in a great mood and I feel like sharing it

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[mlewys]

Please? You know, I love anything you do.

Now, I give. What'choo want?

[commodoresexual]

I want something with the Doctor and Rose, where they go on a trip where nothing happens but what the Doctor meant to do. You know, one perfect memory.

[mlewys]

The Best Laid PlansThe crowd gathered. Each looked up into the afternoon sky with eyes filled with wonder. Some contained tears. Bodies pressed together, for warmth, for comfort, and for a sense of serenity. One person looked as much as the next as they looked up, with the exception of two. He stood out from the rest because of his out-of-style suit and another-time coat. But he looked comfortable enough in his attire, so no one paid him any mind. His companion stood out not because of her red hair or brightly colored clothes, but because of her force of personality radiated like a small star

[mlewys]

As his arm wrapped around his head, the Doctor rubbed the back of his head. One of his eyes closed as he broach on a whine. “That might not be the best idea

[mlewys]

Harold Saxon. He was Prime Minister, eh?” A glance at Donna told the Doctor she had no idea who he referencing. If he was explaining how the TARDIS’ auxiliary support console worked, he would have expected that expression. He raised his eyebrows and frowned at the fact he was receiving it now. “He tried to take over Earth about six months ago