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... )

After this.

However enjoyable the dream had been, waking up to find herself with actual paws and whiskers was not what Melissa wanted or expected. The covers were too tangled and the drop to the floor was too far, and while the TARDIS was very good about getting doors open she needed open, it was all still disconcerting ( Read more... )

Melissa was dreaming, or at least she thought it was a dream. Curled up in the middle of her Doctor’s bed, part of her was aware he had left it. She could sense him moving quietly around the room, taking care of this or that with a quietness meant not to wake her. Or maybe that was part of the dream, too. It all muddled a bit, and she wasn’t ( Read more... )

It wasn't that she wasn't very familiar with London. It had been home for a couple of years, and she was finding a lot of things were similar, by way of Google and Google Maps, but there were differences. The world was different here in soft, subtle ways, not the least of which was the disappearing people and places. But other things were ( Read more... )

Melissa had debated which restaurant to choose, long and hard, pouring over Google for menus until she found one that had something that sounded good for her to eat, and plenty of non-vegetarian options for him, should he want something else. Finally, she decided on the Oxo Tower Restaurant, with its view over the Thames, looking down on St. Paul' ( Read more... )

The day they'd made up back in 1967 had been the happiest day of the Doctor's lives. Well, second happiest. His happiest was the day he and Catherine had become an item to start with. They'd made up and he'd promised her the universe. She'd smiled and his hearts soared. He'd begun to make plans, they'd start again. He'd do everything properly this ( Read more... )

There were some things that went on in the universe- such as the unfathomable premature destruction of a planet that shouldn't end for another several million years- that the Gallifreyan High Council were willing to interfere in. And by 'interfere in', the narration means 'send Koschei to put a stop to'. And sometimes, such things could take ( Read more... )

Curled up beneath the shade of a tree, she languished on a linen cloth she had purloined from the house. Languish being the only word for it was she, dressed as usual in a tailored suit of midnight black, reclined as if she were on a velvet settee within a parlor. Next to her was a box of chocolate truffles, the expensive candies the one feminine, ( Read more... )

Static crackles over the network and then a voice.

"Is this thing on? Hello? Heeeeellloooooo? Ah. Yes. There we go. Greetings whoever is listening. This is Harold Saxon, Prime Minister of England. To whomever sent me this... device, I wish to speak with you.

Oh and Doctor, if you're listening, you lied."

Sunlight slanted through the large viewport in the Saxons' private stateroom on board the Valiant, prickling at Lucy Saxon's closed eyes. Face pinching, she blinked and stretched, half expecting to feel her husband still asleep at her side. But his side of the bed was empty. As well it should be--more than likely he was on the bridge, overseeing ( Read more... )