The Doctor circled the TARDIS console slowly, talking quietly to himself as he set the coordinates ( Read more... )

He'd long been aware, of course, the TARDIS' feelings about his traveling companions -- it ran through a number of shades of indifference, and on occasion spiked up into mild annoyance. He could feel it tickling the back of his mind, impossible to ignore. But there seemed little in the way of polite resolution, and so ignore it he did. Or at least ( Read more... )

Well. Isn't this simply wonderful.

The story is typical, really. Typical enough to be boring. The Doctor's been in this situation hundreds, probably thousands of times. Some force is intent on causing havoc in the galaxy, he's equally intent on stopping them, and when push comes to shove he winds up tied up in a storage cupboard. Depending on the ( Read more... )

The Eye of Orion... one of the most tranquil places in the known universe. It's the positive ions, you know.

After a few weeks that were rather... well, hectic would be putting it mildly... the Doctor felt that some quiet time was called for. And there was no better place for it than the Eye. Abandoned, devoid of civilization, and perfectly, ( Read more... )