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Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 4)
Not So Alone: Part 4
Jack didn’t need to be told.
Because, just before The Doctor spoke, what appeared to be a thick shadow sprouted from that of one of the trees, shooting itself towards the duo just as that single command escaped The Doctor’s lips.
It was in no way or form friendly.
The Doctor dashed towards the TARDIS, his long coat billowing out behind him. Not knowing where else to go, Jack followed him, firing a blast of lightning-like ice towards their unknown pursuer.
The thing only came at them faster.
The Doctor made it into the TARDIS safely, immediately turning around in the doorway and holding out a hand to the
A Very Good DayHe wasn't getting any younger, and his companions were ganging up on him.
"This is never going to work!" Rory whispered.
"It will if you'll quit dawdling. Come on, River is keeping him distracted." Amy crept silently past the lower door to the console room, hunched over and tiptoeing like the burglar in some old comic strip.
He looked up to the console. Yes, River was keeping him distracted. She was kissing him, quite enthusiastically. And if the location of his hands were any indication, he was enjoying it.
He squashed down his fatherly instincts, knowing neither of the older people above him would care what he thought, and not willing t
Sparkling of MineIt was around midnight when D-16 was woken up by the sound of distant hollering and loud, sharp clangs. Usually, this would be considered a normal night within the Kaon Mines, with the late night workers out and the usual mysterious footsteps heard outside his room. There was a murmered rumbling that could have been mistaken for a cave in, but abnormal whimpering wasn't the known sound of pebbles scattering. Frowning, he heaved himself off the metal slab that dared called itself his bed and partially opened the door to peek outside.
A wave of sparklings came running in, guided by electrifying whips and large mechs that threatened to step on
~Still Got Legs~ 11th DoctorxReader Chapter TwoThe Doctor chatted with you over small, trivial things on the way over to Horizon City. Things like what your favourite color was, your favourite period of history. That kind of stuff.
"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" he asked, and you pondered on this for a moment. It was a hard question, that was for sure.
There were so many places in the world to go! How could you possibly choose one? "Well," You began, deciding on voicing this opinion to him, "I don't know. I want to go to so many places-- I can't possibly just choose one. I would love to go to China, and see the Great Wall. But, at the same time, London and
DuetShe was brilliant. River Song could do anything. She was playing the piano.
She is brilliant.
The Doctor simply sat and stared. Everything she did, she excelled at. He crept into a shadowy corner of the Tardise's unused music room and sat quietly in a chair.
River was playing the piano.
Dressed only in a thin nightgown and lacy pullover she swayed softly as she played a low dreamy piece, her fingers caressing the keys with as much familiarity as she held a gun.
When had she found the time to learn to play the piano? Where had she learned it? Surely not in an abandoned orphanage, or in Stormcage.
Yet, she played as perfectly as she did e
Two ghosts in a fob watch - Ten/Rose/John.-Writers note-
This is what could of happened if Rose was still with the doctor when the family of blood were chasing after them , Rose is there instead of Martha but will things go to plan as Rose starts to forget the fob watch and the past life with the doctor.
John Smith who was the doctor but changed human , was still in bed asleep. Meanwhile the doctor was watching over him in the fobwatch and keeping a close eye on weary characters among John Smith. John was soon to be asrised as a maid walked through the door unknowingly of his laziness.
"Oh I'm sorry Mr.Smith I will come back again shortly" she squeaked as she saw him get out of bed. The maid was young and looked in her tw
My Bad GirlThe Doctor stared down at the picture in his hand. It was of River, or, rather, young River. Mels, as Amy still called her.
Lovely dark skin, silky black curly hair, and "bad girl" stamped on every inch of her.
He felt a strange tingling. Everyone sort of disapproved of young River. She was a rule breaker, an authority ignorer, a rebel.
If he'd met her when he was in school, he'd have loved her instantly.
It's not like he had a thing for bad girls. He usually preferred good girls, the kind who were always fighting the good fight. He'd known scores of them.
So, why was it River that made him tingle?
No doubt his professors would say it w
Lost in the Mirror Ch. 3After a long fruitless search with no hint of Smokescreen's signal to be found, Bumblebee could only be forced to return to the base as a crescent moon rises in the night sky. A well placed bridge, thanks to Ratchet, catches the yellow scout off guard, his tires squeal in anger that he was being brought back with nothing, but going to fast to avoid slipping into the base.
Furious, Bee stands up and charges at the medic, demanding to know why his search was cut short. He reaches for Ratchet's throat but Arcee quickly pins him to a stack of crates.
“Bumblebee! Calm down!” she speaks with an authoritative tone, “Lashing out a
VengeanceThe Doctor took River thousands of years into the future and just left her there... But now she's hunted him down, and she's furious... [Set after Let's Kill Hitler]
"Hello Sweetie." The voice was husky, and guttural.
The Doctor turned to see River standing in the doorway of the abandoned ceremonial hall. He grinned. "River!"
"You bastard!" She shot him.
He fell to one knee in shock. Searing pain and nausea roiled through him from the quarter sized hole burned out of his shoulder. She'd unerringly hit the vulnerable hollow above his collarbone. It wasn't fatal, but his eyes were blurring.
His ears were ringing, but he could see the blurr
We Just Leave Her There?What did Amy and Rory think, immediately after leaving River at the hospital at the end of "Let's Kill Hitler?"
"So we just leave her there?" Rory asked in disbelief, pacing his and Amy's room in the Tardis. He turned on Amy, "She's Mels. She's our daughter! Our little girl!"
"I know, Rory." Amy was hunched up on the lower bunk of their bunkbeds, somehow, even with the Doctor's assurances, they'd still ended up with a room with bunkbeds.
"So this is fine with you," Rory protested. "Just because he said it." He waved an arm at the door, and by implication the Tardis beyond.
"NO!" Amy stood up, glaring. "But she's not a baby anymore." He s
DaddySometimes River would catch Rory just staring at her. She knew he was looking for his daughter.
Sometimes River would find Rory staring at her. He tried not to be obvious about it, but she could feel his eyes cataloging each of her features. Memorizing them, almost desperately drinking them down.
It was strange, she knew he was memorizing his daughter’s features. But this was Rory. She’d played tag with him as a child. Watched him being a total wet rag where it came to Amy and generally grew up with him, knowing him as the loyal but somewhat pathetic dork.
It was disconcerting to have him staring at her. Oh, she’d always
It Snowed WhiteTo River, the Doctor was always fire and ice, sometimes more literally than others. — They were trapped in an ice cave.
It was freezing.
They were trapped in an ice cave.
River was curled in his arms. His purple coat over her shoulders, her head tucked down under the fabric, her face against his chest, arms and legs pulled in.
He'd ramped his body temperature up as high as he dared. He was burning with fever, but she was still shivering.
"Sorry, sweetie," she mumbled from under his coat.
He wrapped his arms around her tighter. He rubbed his hands over her back. "You weren't to know your gunfire would start an avalanche." She was s
Peer PressureEven the Doctor doesn't always get what he wants.
River tapped her foot.
The Doctor sweated.
Amy was glaring at him.
Rory was shaking his head.
The Doctor put the bow tie down.
Perhaps lime green was not quite the right color.
No matter how cool it was.
Where the Heart Is 3 JackWhere the Heart Is 3
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Set During the Events of “Darkest Hour” “Darkmount NV” “Scattered” “Prey”
Never had he been this sore. Or this tired for that matter. At the end of a long day at school he had been captured by Decepticons. He had been forced to watch as Megatron had used him to wrest the greatest advantage that Optimus had yet to achieve from his father’s servos. The burning guilt at that, the strange block in his bond to his Guardian, and the fear of being separated from his family plagued at his mind with every mile that passed under Arce
LoveMaker, was she beautiful. Varric could have stared at her for hours, and considering how far gone she was right now she probably would have let him. Or she'd punch him. He was still learning exactly what type of drunk Hawke was, but so far the research was proving entertaining.
The first sign was her fingers twisting up bits of her hair, leaving strange makeshift curls framing the delicate curves around her eyes and ears. Varric was tickled pink at the sight of it, and had to bite his tongue to laugh at her schoolgirl giggle that rose with the blush on her cheeks whenever he teased her about the habit. That was also the second sign: her
FriendsVarric wasn't sure when he'd started thinking of her as "his".
It had to have happened sometime between the Deep Roads expedition and that third rogue assassin that had tried to sneak up behind her just a few seconds ago. But as he tried to think back on it, he couldn't put his finger on when the transition had occurred exactly.
The dwarf kneeled for a second to reload Bianca. In the time it took for him to get back on his feet, he saw neither hide nor hair of Hawke or the rest of his companions and now a smoke cloud had enveloped the alleyway with fireballs raining down from the sky.
"They've got a mage!" Anders yelled over the din.
ScoundrelHe'd been watching her for a long time.
Within her first year of being in Kirkwall, Hawke had done many things to make a name for her self. When the underworld was littered with that last name and the actions that had followed along with it, the sly dwarf knew he had to get at least a sight of what this Fereldan wonder was to see if the stories could possibly true. After all, Varric knew good stories when he heard them, being a master storyteller himself. If there was merit to these tales, he would know, and if there wasn't, well then it would just be another night to wrap up in the Hanged Man with the bitter taste of ale and disappointment
Brother WarriorLeonardo had long since surpassed the point of pain. Traditional pain at the very least. That was something he had learned to meditate through and gain control over. Cuts, stab wounds, even a broken bone or two was something that with a few moments of concentration his skilled warrior's body could temporarily overcome. This, however, was much different. He tried not to think about it, but every time he went to reach for one of his swords in self defense he was met with the ghostly sensation of moving nerves twitching to no avail. With horror he once again concluded that he really was truly without his left hand.
Severed, it lay merely a few
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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