Your eyes meet over the console, and you find yourself contemplating blue; that of the ocean of evening and dawn, beneath the moon and sun ( Read more... )

He thinks he's going to die again ( Read more... )

He holds her hand as she dies ( Read more... )

They don't speak of it anymore, not where he can hear. One might think the problem has been resolved; that Walter Sullivan is safe in his gilded cage ( Read more... )

He sits in the TARDIS library, fingers tracing a certain set of words over and over, as if his touch could make them real again.

Any change, any loss, does not make us victims. Others can shake you, surprise you, disappoint you, but they can't prevent you from acting, from taking the situation you're presented with and moving on. No matter where ( Read more... )