Sorry, I've been in a rut. Couldn't think of anything worthwhile. Now here's the next installment of random thoughts courtesy of moi.
In honor of Christopher Eccleston—You will always be my Doc, and you were utterly fantastic.
Authors Note: Come on guys, if I own Doctor Who, I certainly wouldn't be sharing. I.E…I don't own nothing. Not even the dust on the T.A.R.D.I.S console. Scouts honor.
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Going on a Trip
Pipkat
She was tripping through time and space faster than the speed of light. No, the faster than that. She asked Jack and he gave the dumbed down version. Or at least she thought it was. Hard to tell between the innuendos. Asking the Doctor would have made her feel…stupid. Sometimes she wondered how much of that favored nicknamed she deserved. She was running with a manic being (calling him a "man" would've gotten her a one way ticket off the T.A.R.D.I.S) through space and time, and here was the snag: He just told her he was dying but he wasn't. As she wrapped her head around that one, he said she was fantastic and she thought it was going to be okay. Hope against all hope. It was the smile that scared her. So him. It was the smile he gave her when he was trying to say something but thought better of it. She tripped through time and here was her fall. The end of her Doctor. He turned into a roman candle in leather and talked about new teeth and resumed talking about Barcelona the planet and dogs with no noses. Of all the things to be talking about. And then, to top it off he smiled. That smile. The one that told her what words in any language he knew (and there were many) could articulate. She was tripping through time and some unimaginable speed, she fell, and the most routine thing happened. The Doctor took her hand and raised her up.
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