This is just part of a larger fic, in which the Doctor and Donna have the most uneventful vacation ever (for the Doctor). Meanwhile, shit goes down at home and they have no clue. I love my game.

( We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away... )

Isabelle wasn't exactly sure what this was all about. She hadn't talked to Corwin for a few years. He wasn't the sort of person you keep in touch with ( Read more... )

Only one story behind, now ( Read more... )

Okay, take two at this thing. (Except for where take one didn't make it off the starting block.)

Prompt for July 06:
It was his idea of a good time.
( in which the Trio's continued illogic frustrates Carl some more )

More cranky revolutionaries tonight! This time, here's the alpha-couple of the series. At least, one member of the pair wishes they were the alpha-couple.

Prompt: It was his idea of a good time.

( It was nearly impossible for Kite to look non-confrontational. )

Early prompt because I just got in from the city and just want to watch Doctor Who and go to bed.

Prompt for July 06:
It was his idea of a good time.

July in a Nutshell:
July 01 - July 02 - July 03 - July 04 - July 05