"Oi, Professor!"

The Doctor looked up from his book, giving Ace a look over the brim of his reading glasses. "What is it, Ace? I'm a bit busy."

She gave him a flat look, then reached around him and flicked on the telly, pointing at it accusingly. The Doctor gave it a cursory glance before shrugging and going back to his book.

( 'That's all very fascinating, Ace,' he offered wryly. )

This is written for aces_are_rare and based off this prompt here. Ace is used with permission. Due to the nature of this prompt, it contains spoilers for the audios Colditz and The Rapture.There is no room in her for forgiveness ( Read more... )

There is never enough time, she thinks. And it is always so terribly fickle.

It comes and goes and never gives warning. For one so vastly in tune with it, Time has ways of slipping past her without notice, of confusing and surprising, of helping and hurting alike. It is mercurial and errant and follows no set path, no linear progression, and she can ( Read more... )

It isn't so bad, she said -- whispered, hummed, thought, however one might wish to classify her form of communication. The universe is better off with her in another one. I should think E-Space suits her just fine.He obviously didn't agree because the Doctor spent the next two weeks holed up inside Romana's old room, refusing to speak to his ship, ( Read more... )