They had finally made it out of the house, and the Doctor paused outside to breathe in the fresh air. Normally at the first sign of a gaseous attack, he would have activated his respiratory bypass, but this had been so subtle, he hadn't noticed until the damage had been done ( Read more... )

Up the darkened stairs, one will find long rows of corridors. The lighting is dim, hidden behind Tiffany lamps and dark green shades. Portraits of Mr. Brushire grace the walls, all different takes on the same face, the same pose, from cubism to expressism to realism and back again ( 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... )

Funny, but Sarah Jane thought that maybe, just maybe, she would stop running for her life once she was out from under the shadow of the TARDIS, but then, she wouldn't be herself if she wasn't charging headfirst into danger and now was absolutely no different ( Read more... )

The Third Doctor whistled as he locked the TARDIS and left Sarah Jane's Josh's house. The TARDIS was a little too empty at the moment. Charley had gone off with her own Doctor, and Sarah and Jo had disappeared on errands of their own, almost as soon as they had returned from Florana ( Read more... )

There was a man on the floor. Harry bent down next to him and he could see the man's hands had flecks of glass in them, and more worryingly, a bigger piece in his cheek. The men reached up to take the piece out ( Read more... )

Things were just too confusing for Benton. He knew he was welcome in Sarah Jane's house, but he didn't feel he belonged there. Sarah and Harry were people he knew, people he might even could make friends with, but they weren't close, at least not yet. It was all so strange and no one knew what to do, or what to expect. Not even the Doctor (any of ( Read more... )

After a lot of walking, and hitching a bit of a ride on the back of a lorry, Benton finally made it to Sarah Jane's house. He was rather surprised to see all the TARDISes sitting around in a little garden out back, but he wasn't about to say anything about that. He'd seen weird enough things in his day; hardly anything surprised him now ( Read more... )

After a nice discussion with Sarah Jane over his newfangled communication device, Benton headed out, with the end intent of finding her house. First he stopped in a pub for a pint, which he obtained rather easily, and only with a few long looks at his uniform from the regular patrons.  Shocked at how much the drink cost him, he then took the change ( Read more... )

Benton had just gotten off duty when he found it, a little communications device sitting there, blinking at him. It seemed like the sort of contraption that would belong to the Doctor.  Certainly not the sort of thing that someone would just leave lying around like that. He glanced around, but it seemed to belong to no one.  Deciding the best ( Read more... )