He calls him Sylar ( Read more... )

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of timeThe Journal of Impossible Things ( Read more... )

I don't sleep particularly often. Not really because I can't, but because sleep isn't always a necessity. I sleep when I need to, wake when I don't. Time Lord biology makes keeping track of one's sleep schedule fairly easy, so I don't, in general, have to worry about oversleeping or losing track of time in bed ( Read more... )

"You can't do this! It doesn't have to end this way ( Read more... )

The monitor flickers to life. The picture is fuzzy, and goes in and out of focus.

Stupid piece of merde.There is a blast of static, and the picture settles ( Read more... )

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He blames Martha, of course.

It is her fault, he figures. Her and that curiosity of hers. He’s always liked that curiosity, but it seems to have gotten them into trouble nearly as often as his own. He wouldn’t show her the transcript, but she got a hold of the photos of the abandoned building and went on her own ( Read more... )

The day after she died, he packed.

He was used to traveling without warning, and, under any normal circumstances, he might've simply gone, but there were things he needed, now. Clothes and money and supplies for someone far tinier and less self-reliant as himself ( Read more... )

Based on this ficlet by doctorsplusone.

Dear Rose,

My beloved Rose,

My beloved companion,Rose ( Read more... )

"No, Doctor, I'm telling you, you will love it."

"Really, Jack, no matter how much I love history, there is probably nothing in that museum that will even remotely interest me."

"You have so little faith." It was always rather annoying to the Doctor when Jack would grin like that, because it meant he was up to something and that meant the Doctor ( Read more... )

There's never any time ( Read more... )