Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need. ~Margaret MeadShe's out at some slumber party ( Read more... )

Follows this.

Backdated to May 18.

( By the time it's over, he's just tired. )

( Up until this moment, he's convinced it's not actually going to happen. CT Verse. )

Following this and this...It was a pleasant evening. He showed her around his childhood home (much like the TARDIS, it was larger on the inside), they had tea, and he eventually sent her off to her own bedroom. He considered kissing her good-night but opted against it. It would feel too much like goodbye ( Read more... )

Following part one.

( All right, Doctor. Take me to your place. PART TWO. )

One of you has just been forced to confront your biggest fear, choose another muse to be on the receiving end of that and what comes after.

( A trip to Gallifrey before the war breaks out…PART ONE. )

So, as a "How Well Do You Know Your Spouse"…thing, I was asked to fill out this questionnaire about Rose and then about myself to compare/contrast how well we know each other. Clearly, as you'll see, I know her very well. Very well! I pay attention! I really do!

Here is Rose's response.

( Cut for the length of this ridiculous test. )

There's something about this day ( Read more... )

To the Doctor, the argument is moot. Battle between humans and whatever those things are. A war. There is very little in the universe he despises more than war. Bus stations, burnt toast, then war. He isn't entirely fond of unrequited love, either, but war is worse. And Rose wants to go fight. It simply isn't happening.

( 'I won't see you hurt, Rose,' he says, firmly. )

The planet of Zelmenox ( Read more... )