"Ugh, Bar, have I got to?"

Martha Jones, being a medical student currently in the middle of the Christmas holidays, has a frankly terrible hangover ( Read more... )

John Watson is shouting, "And don't forget the beans!" over his shoulder as he walks through the door ( Read more... )

Martha Jones, at the bar, with a textbook (she's trying to revise, so she doesn't forget).

It's probably not the solution to a Cluedo game.

But you should still come and say hi.

Phillipa has nightmares sometimes. Often, really - ever since she can remember, since her mother started yelling and playing with knives. She was too young to understand what was happening then, but it's still imprinted on her subconscious somewhere, and so is the way her daddy disappeared soon after her mother did. Mostly she dreams about waking ( Read more... )

It's not that Dean really took a whole day to talk himself up to walking out the door to what has been, up until now, his room.

It took that long to convince himself to start walking down the stairs.

(Well, that and trying to sleep. And then dealing with what happened after he tried to sleep ( Read more... )

[OOM: Martha Jones has a hell of a day, and a hell of an evening. Luckily, there’s a scruffy time-traveller who can give her a bit of time off.]

“Ta-da!”

The Doctor steps into the bar and holds the door open for Martha to step through. “Welcome to Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe!”

Martha facepalms. “You have got to be joking ( Read more... )

There is a Sam! He's outside on the jetty, dabbling his feet in the water and watching the sunset.

Come bother him.

Inside is a Martha, curled up on a sofa with a big glass mug of Irish coffee (mmmm, whiskey), a slice of chocolate cake, and a copy of A Study In ScarletShe hasn't noticed that she's acquired a cream moustache from the coffee ( Read more... )

Maybe Bar was listening in on Cal's conversation with Ianto yesterday, despite her unconscious state, or maybe the napkin note is a coincidence ( Read more... )

Pre-Milliways...The door opens and a man barrels in like he owns the place. It's obvious then, when he looks up and stops dead, that this is his first time here ( Read more... )

Sam Linnfer has draped himself along a tree branch overhanging the lake to brood like Jack Harkness deprived of a rooftop enjoy the spring sunshine.

He is not emo at all, and you are a lying liar if you suggest otherwise. Hush.

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Molly Hayes has also found a high spot, but indoors - the weather outside is still too cold for this California baby ( Read more... )