Once upon a time there lived a girl named Rose. By any other name she would be any other girl, right? Shakespeare's wrong. Rose didn't meet him, that was someone else, but she believes. Her name is Rose and this is important information ( Read more... )

It happened so quickly. No time to react, just act and acting is what he had done. The Doctor standing there with his I know, facing down Rassilon and death. No regeneration, just death. That just would not do.

Especially not when the Master had this chance alone to make them pay for what they'd done. Using him, him! Suicide wasn't on his agenda ( Read more... )

The months ago by, and you function. You still go to work, and you still buy milk at the corner store on your way home. And the whole time, you pretend that there isn’t a reason that you aren’t running late in the mornings anymore, and that you only buy milk by the pint. You pretend, and your acquaintances pretend, and eventually things run a ( Read more... )

Ianto Jones was relatively certain that he'd gone to bed as usual. These days, he would probably not tell you if you asked, "usual" meant in his own bed, in his own flat, and, above all, with a certain former Time Agent hogging the duvet ( Read more... )

Turlough rubbed his temples and stood unsteadily, wondering why he felt so bad. He'd made an appearance at the embassy do, as his brother had requested but he had carried a single glass of the local vintage around sipping at it for show. He much preferred to have his head about him during these functions ( Read more... )

"Oi, remind me never to accept a drink from a Zocci on a Tuesday ever again." The Doctor opened his eyes ( Read more... )

Jack's head hurt ( Read more... )

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