I'm having translating the stories from my head to computer- they seem so flat on screen. So sorry fanfic community- I'm still learning to control (yeah right) my medium. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Christopher would still be playing the Ninth Doctor…moving a long…
Dance of Doom
By: Pipkat
She never pinned the Doctor as a dancer. But as he hopped around the TARDIS console to music from the early twenty first century she had a flashback from the basement of the hospital. First Jack, then the Doctor; she would have to find the name of that song. He was obviously showing off for Jack, probably sore over the screwdriver thing. You know guys and their toys. So here they were, swing dancing in a time machine with an ex Time Agent after the Blitz in London. The Doctor danced and the world didn't end. How fantastic is that?
Review for the procrastinating writer? Thanks.