Laura held the communicator carefully. She'd been fiddling with it a bit, hoping to figure out what is going on, when she'd managed to come across another channel ( Read more... )

Shortly after the Doctor's, Frenchish and gimp and not any other version, had revealed the picture to her, the one made up of lines formed by catastrophic events, the Master had taken off. After seeing her own, still rather new to her, visage on the wall, she'd packed up the dog and the TARDIS and gone, the faint whoop whoop of a stolen TARDIS in ( Read more... )

They were almost done decorating the TARDIS for the holidays. Indeed, since the Doctor's restoration, the ship himself had proven more than inclined to assist, and now the walls glowed with the warm glow of winter firelight, even where no flames existed. Reinette did not have a care if it was as simple as a 'screensaver' as her husband muttered to ( Read more... )

The Doctor was never content remaining in one place for too long. Though his TARDIS was parked on Bannerman Road, he saw no reason to remain inside when he could be out exploring. After all, the universe was apparently ending, and that certainly demanded attention. If anything, the fresh air was always a welcome contrast to the recycled air of the ( Read more... )

The house looks like something history hasn't touched in at least five decades. It sits on the top of a mountain, cold and solitary, a beacon to an era that is no more. The stone building stands hundreds of feet tall; a miniature palace with a deco-feel, long columns standing on either side of a singular stone cylinder ( Read more... )

She had retrieved her TARDIS which, as far as she was concerned was the second most important objective in her view and practically necessary for the accomplishing of the first ( Read more... )

Seated at the back of a very specific TARDIS, the Rani gave herself a full 20 minutes of sleep before she went over her conversation with the Doctor in her mind. Certain parts of it made her wonder if perhaps age (or a change in perspective? hmmm...) had brought some wisdom to her old schoolmate. Other parts reminded her of how much could remain ( Read more... )

The Doctor, eleventh incarnation, could be found outside, using her Handy Dandy atmospheric stylograph to scribble out a complicated string of numbers, letters, relation symbols, and what looked rather like smiley faces if you squinted a bit. (She could have done this inside her TARDIS, of course, but outside had a lot of space to use and nice ( Read more... )

Martha wasn't sure what she was doing here. Time to save the world, they'd said, but so far nothing of note seemed to be happening, and the Doctor was off taking care of his other self, or something...but no one had even explained fully for or from what. Tom was still missing, and she hadn't a clue where to even start looking for him. With the ( Read more... )

Picking up the communicator, the Doctor stared at it moodily. Turning it over time and again in his hands, he wasn't sure this was what he wanted to do. He'd just bloody well gotten Rose off to greener pastures, why would he want to saddle himself with playing well with others so soon ( Read more... )