It was bright in the morning in Watford, 1989. Birds chirping, children rushing off for classes, the sky blue and decorated with puffy tufts of cumulus clouds just to break up the expanse of sky. The scenery was rather astoundingly lovely, as the sun lit up the fresh emerald green grass, and the Doctor had just ambled away from the TARDIS as he ( Read more... )

( Ways to relax )

The 'Professor' as Ace called him despite many adamant arguments to discourage her was occupied at the window of the mundane little country shack they had been staying at. Occasionally he would hop up, hold his hat on his head as if he were on the edge of bolting outside and facing some unscrupulous foe, but then he'd settle again. He'd watch and ( Read more... )

It was too early, that sort of early that made one's head ache at just thought of getting up, and only a steaming hot shower could truly relieve the pressure in your sinuses. That sort of early where you fought for sleep as fiercely as the last soldier on a battlefield defending his nation.

( It was never too early for the Doctor to come in and shake one out of a relaxing sleep... )