He sat in the passenger seat of Sarah's car as Sarah drove, tapping the dashboard, then staring out the window, before turning to the radio dial, going through every station ( Read more... )

Christmas time is here again.......

[Note: this takes place about 5-10 years in Handy’s future.  So he’s been a human for a while]

He smacked the screwdriver hard, one more time for good measure.  Nothing.

“You stupid,” he said to himself as he smacked it over and over.  “WORK!”

His mind told him smacking it wasn’t very helpful.  He mentally told himself to shut up.

He shoved the ( Read more... )

[note: this takes place in a verse where reject!ten was left in Martha's care instead of Rose's]

With one last click, he finished up his paperwork for the day.  Well, technically it wasn't paper work since UNIT was paperless.  Computer work, maybe?  But computer work made it sound like he was doing more than ticking off a million monotonous ( Read more... )

Where ice cream and Torchwood somehow go hand in hand.

based on this thread

He looks up at the door.  He doesn't know why he is so terrified.  It's just a piece of wood.  But he knows that's not what he's afraid of.  He's afraid of what's behind the door.

He lifts his hand and knocks anyway.  One, two, three.  He tells himself it will be fine.  There is medium roast and custard creams waiting on the ( Read more... )

He looks down at the map, then up towards the unassuming building.

Geocomtex.

To anyone passing the building on the Utah motorways, this is just another software company.  He knows better.  He remembers.  He closes his eyes and he can still see it.  That Dalek.  Full of rage and hatred and war.   Ready and waiting to kill.  It's hatred building with ( Read more... )

RP with
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