Martha was tempted, last night, to pick up the receiver of the phone in room 445 and dial. She even took out her now-useless mobile phone and looked up the number in the address book. 07700 900461. But she promised herself, that day she walked away from the TARDIS, that when she called the Doctor, it would be because she wanted to see him. Not to ( Read more... )

Shit. Where are all the damn Dragons when you want them? Can't a guy wander around casual as hell, jacket draped over his shoulder, obviously unarmed, taking his time lighting a smoke, and attract a little damn attention? He wasn't kidding when he said they were like cockroaches, scurrying out of sight by daylight and crawling all the fuck over ( Read more... )

The side of his face has a large purplish bruise on it now. The result of fighting with Jack. It still hurts like hell. Actually, his whole body aches. But he’s not as filled with anger anymore ( Read more... )

One would think that after all this time with every day's weather 72 degrees and sunny that they'd be used to that kind of thing by now and maybe some of them are, but one thing that's always been a fascination are the seasons. They don't get those here, and this is precisely why the Stardust Lounge is all done up -- per the host's instructions -- ( Read more... )

Some nights he plays because he's bored and some nights he plays because he wants to try out new songs. Sometimes he does it to maintain a sense of normalcy, and other times it's to offset the perfection and sameness of the robot musicians. Sometimes he thinks it's just time for jazz and sometimes he craves the spotlight and the attention. But ( Read more... )

After a shower before sleeping and another after she finally woke up in the early afternoon, she's as clean as she gets right down to the lack of dirt under her fingernails ( Read more... )

Whenever Zexion goes to the city, he goes in disguise. He supposes it isn't really necessary, but he does stand out and would rather not draw much attention to himself. So he tells everyone's eyes and ears that he's far less conspicuous than he really is and none of the residents of the city bother him any more than they do each other.

That's how it ( Read more... )

There's a moment--when Michael is walking downtown, hands in the pockets of her navy blue windbreaker--where Michael thinks that maybe today wasn't the best day to start exploring farther afield on the asteroid ( Read more... )

"You must be joking."

Lin says it aloud like the computer can understand him. He tries to type in a destination again, and nothing. Just that same message: NO DESTINATIONS AVAILABLE. That was a completely unacceptable answer, and by the third time he's gotten he's pretty much ready to put a bullet through the monitor. No, no, no, he has to get ( Read more... )

This can't last for too much longer, and Simon knows it. The honeymoon period is over, and pretty soon the Red-Eye is going to stop working for River. It's just a matter of time. Simon can see it, and he's spent all day holed up in his room going over chemical formulae, news reports, his observations of River, and every scrap of information he's ( Read more... )