( He didn't sleep often. Cut for possible adult themes. )

The Master was gone ( Read more... )

Dear Self (uh, the fifth one),

Something's wrong with Aislinn. She's still a kitten. Any way Byron and our little kitten-ed friend can catch a ride with you, try to figure out what's going on? I have to stop several Floranian vessels from crashing into the coast. My fault, it was an accident.

Sincerely,

the DoctorDear Byron ( Read more... )

The Doctor is hiding.

Eternity.

The endless wastes of Eternity.

The plane on which the Eternals rested sat just at the edge of existence, so close to the void one could hear the rippling of time (thus, why the Eternals called it "the Howling").

To call the journey long would be quite an understatement, and despite the Doctor's desire to further explore the beacon ( Read more... )

Aislinn.

There had been too much hemming-and-hawing for the Doctor's liking on the picking up of what would be his two newest companions. This was really getting to the point of unacceptable. He had new friends and he wanted to show them the universe ( Read more... )

He's making a list, and he's checking it twice. So give Santa a list of the people in your life who are naughty...or nice...and tell him what to give them.

Dear Santa,

Dear Mr. Claus,

For Father ChristmasTo whom it may concern ( Read more... )

( If Some LJ Muses Went on a 'Road Trip' With the Doctor… )

Dating?

He was in the blue suit. The one that looked identical to his brown suit, only blue with red stripes instead of brown with blue stripes. He was verymuch a man, picking one outfit he liked and grabbing it in several different colors ( Read more... )