Formal affairs were not for the faint of heart.  Or perhaps they were.  He wasn't entirely sure.  He just knew as he stared at himself in the mirror, it felt like all this dressing up was entirely too complicated.  Especially the bit about trying to tie his tux ( Read more... )

He’s gotten assigned to the research department in UNIT. It’s what he’s good at. Books are his weapon of choice, and research only seems appropriate. It is considered the bottom rung at UNIT. They are the ones who play with safety scissors and glitter and aren’t really considered at all, really. The library and stocks their homes. The ( Read more... )

It’s been 155 days since the Proper Doctor left him here with Martha.

He still remembers that day well. He remembers being afraid and angry. He remembers the Daleks and Davros and everything they’ve ever done and everything they would and could do. He remembers a choice and he is told he made the wrong one. He should have given them a choice. ( Read more... )

They're cutting down trees, they're putting up reindeers and singing songs of joy and peace....

She's not a girl who misses much...

Two in the afternoon. Sunday. Jogging. Well not really jogging, technically he was running. But it wasn't the real kind of running. The speed constituted running, but the activity he considered jogging ( Read more... )

Doesn't have a point of view, knows not where he's going to....

[muses_gonewild  prompt 63. "Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy." - Drew Barrymore (quote)]

It wasn't supposed to be an overnight journey.  It was supposed to be quick, drive in to investigate, return to UNIT headquarters, get home.  Leave impossible piles of paper work (data entry work?) for tomorrow morning.

But it had turned ( Read more... )

[note: this takes place in a verse where reject!ten was left in Martha's care instead of Rose's]

With one last click, he finished up his paperwork for the day.  Well, technically it wasn't paper work since UNIT was paperless.  Computer work, maybe?  But computer work made it sound like he was doing more than ticking off a million monotonous ( Read more... )

When things began to fall apart with Rose, he had begun to look for Donna and Martha.  He wasn't sure if anything would happen with them.  If they would be allowed to know each other the way they used to.  He just wanted to know that they were out there, somewhere in this world.

When he couldn't immediately find Martha, he didn't panic.  Maybe she ( Read more... )