Lyrical Madness.

A Doctor Who Song fic Collection.

Notes : Oh god, I can't believe I am doing this, but I was listening to my 80's CD's and thought "Hey, that might be fun!" Where the heck was my brain? Ah well, good news is, while song fics can be very annoying to read sometimes, they're a blast to actually write.

This collection will mainly be done by 80's songs, but will probably have a bunch of new stuff, 90's, 70's and maybe I will even throw in some 60's. You will not find the entirety of a song's lyrics in the fics, just the bits that give the general idea of the story itself.

I will be using mainly the two new Doctor's (9 and 10) but will also be using 1, 4, 5 and maybe a few others if the mood strikes. I also will use quite a few of the Doctor's companions, both old and new. Maybe some will be written from enemy eyes.

Most will not be romance (yes, even those involving Rose) but I know a few will go that route.

This first one is based on Vertigo's 'Forever Lately', because the idea has been bugging the hell out of me for so long and it took me forever (ha ha) to be able to write it. Guess I just needed help with a bit of a song really, because I loved this idea to bits, but I don't know what everyone else will think. Or even if I pulled it off even remotely well. Well worth the try though. I am rather pleased with this fic and how it turned out myself. That makes me feel good.

Based loosely off of an episode of a show. Won't tell which one, cause then it will take away the fun of the fic. Bonus points to people who guess what show. And failing that I could make them a song fic with a song of their choice...if anyone is interested in these things.

Rose fic, with references of both first and second season of the new series. Post Doomsday...in its own fashion. Tell me what you think please.

Forever

I hear your name

It lights my way

Even though you don't exist

You're what I miss

Won't feel the same

Till you go walking with me now

Every time they are apart it hurts her deep inside, because while his name echoes around in her head, sometimes she swears she can hear it as she wakes up, she's told that he doesn't exist. But she knew he did, she knew, because until they were parted, she had travelled everywhere with him.

While they did do a lot more running than one could consider normal, most of it from the bad things chasing them with whatever weapon they had at their disposal, it had been the highlight of her short life, and nothing would ever surpass it.

Some part of her knows that the reason it hurts so deeply is because she was in love with him. She longed to take his hand and walk with him, even go on one of their runs for life.

He is all she misses, all she can think of these days, and it was worrying the others.

These narrow halls

These empty walls

Have no way to be ignored

When all along

When all along

I want you to know

Every time she wakes up, all she sees is the long, almost impossibly long corridors, seeming to go forever into the distance, each so thin that they could barely be walked down with someone at your side. He hated this place as much as she did, because while others did live here, it seemed so, so empty. Without him around constantly to help ease her spirit, she felt lost in a maze.

Every time he visits her, she tells him this, tells him that she needs him to be with her, but he never stays, he always leaves again, and in the end perhaps that's what she was now, lonely. As lonely as he, himself was. Because he had no one now. And while her mum was around, and her dad, her new baby sister, and of course Mickey, good old Mickey, who denied everything, she felt like they were never around even though they were with her constantly.

There was only one person she wanted near her that much and he only came to her occasionally now. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't his either. He couldn't communicate with her any other way now but through dreams. They were trapped in completely different universes with no way of getting back to each other.

I can see forever lately

Make it all seem ordinary

Can't live without

And never feel it

The breath of love

Turned into being

On the nights he couldn't get in touch, she dreamed of their time together. His first body, with the big ears, oh so short hair, and the comforting smell of his leather jacket. Saving the world from World War III because of the Slitheen, all this while locked in Downing Street.

The end of the world, that's where she went most when thinking of that form of him. Missing seeing the natural destruction of the earth simply because her eyes had been screwed shut so tight tears had leaked out, because the sunlight, which was deadly then, was coming in through the cracks.

It was that one point in time, in the year 5 billion, that made her realise that he had literally given her a little bit of forever. It had been their first date. Afterwards she had taken him for chips. And it all felt so...ordinary. Soon enough she had gotten so used to it, even though she held wonder and a childlike enjoyment every time he took her to another planet, that it had literally become the ordinary thing in her life.

Her mother hadn't thought it was very good, but she couldn't stop her from going. No one could stop her from going.

She had never truly known what living was until she had met him, and falling in love with him had been the simplest thing to do in the universe. He was so alive and vibrant without being colourful at all, that she could understand why some called him a God.

To her, he had been the personification of love.

Then she had taken into her the time vortex and she literally had seen forever, and he had kissed her, taken it out of her and placing it in himself, and then he was gone, and someone else was in his place. But it was still him, it had taken her a while to realise that.

Remember me

Before we meet

The thought of you

Lived hand to mouth

I know just how

Cause it seems

I have been missing you around

She wondered sometimes if there was an alternate version of him somewhere in this universe, and if there was, would he recognise her like she would recognise him if they did meet. Because she had gotten so used to his smell, his being, that she could probably spot him even if he had regenerated again. Or if he hadn't reached his ninth form, which was the one she had met him in.

The thought of it could lift her spirit for a few hours, until it was brought down when someone would take her back to her room and give her something to settle her down. And she hated those times, because she couldn't reach him and everything was just as black as the void she had almost gotten sucked into.

But sometimes she fantasised in her mind, when no one was around that the TARDIS was materialising on the roof, and she would go up there and meet him, he would hold out his hand, take her inside and together they would go to some place special, just for her. Maybe back to Woman Wept, where she could be alone with just him and talk and cry and just tell him.

Because sometimes she believes what the people say to her.

He would kiss her gently, either to the forehead or the back of her hand (it was never on the lips, he was too afraid of what that meant to do so) and would tell her it was alright. That in the end it was her choice whether she stayed with him or not.

And it's true that lately I

Have seen forever going by

And I know that lately I

Have seen forever in my mind.

And she would dream of the year 5 billion again, and be there looking at what was nothing but bits of rock and dust floating by, the last remnants of the planet Earth. And again she would see forever, and she would turn to him and smile. Because she couldn't let go fully, and he would always be with her.

And in those times it didn't matter what was real and what wasn't, he would never leave her alone completely, and that was enough for her to get by.

Because even if it was in her mind, she had seen forever, and there was nothing more special than that.

I can see it

Forever lately.