(Although this story doesn't feature a particular version of Ten, I can’t pretend that I didn’t have rude_not_ginger in mind when I was writing it.)

( Ten Trips Still to be Taken )

( Ten Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ )

"He's coming, Mama."

The words were barely above a whisper and Drusilla gathered the bedsheets to her chest as she spoke, staring at the open window. A gaping hole, letting the night pour in. Swallowing up the light. Just like a mouth. Big and black and hungry. So very hungry"Who, sweetheart? Who's coming ( Read more... )