The Doctor opened the door of the TARDIS with a grin; 12 behind her, she danced across the floor. The TARDIS around her had a new desktop - knob, heavy, with glass floors, mirrors on the ceiling - and many, many, poles. She grinned toward the entrance. 

The Doctor coughed, uncertainly, glancing about; she had the address right. She had the year... close enough. It was the actions themselves she fretted over; she'd left Chloe behind, when there'd been no chance - one too many near deaths, on too many "I love you's" never said - too much chance she could die... perhaps turn into someone that Chloe ( Read more... )

Free. Free of... everything, really; free to fight armies, or get massage, or whisper in a young maiden (or man)'s ears, I love you.

She could say "I love you." Not just to River - River was in a computer; River wasn't there anymore. To anyone. She could say "I love you." She could scream it from the rooftops, "I love you." She could track down Rose ( Read more... )