This is a poem about negative Fangirl feels. It's multi-fandom, but I put it in Doctor Who because I was inspired by "Fear Her" (hint: two episodes before doomsday), and I realized Rose was leaving. Some spoilers, so don't be angry when it's spoiled cause I cant name all the Fandoms. Rated K because I think that's appropriate.

Set after Trenzalore. Clara was permanently damaged after jumping into the Doctor's timestream, but the Doctor chooses to ignore it. He can only run from the truth for so long before he has to face consequences. He's losing Clara, slowly. She was the only mystery worth solving - now she's the only person worth saving. Can he save her in time, before the real Clara is lost forever?

The Eleventh Doctor is dumbfounded when the Earth is hit with an influx of Random Quantum Teleportation. As the phenomenon increases can he solve the mystery before its too late? [Feedback & input is welcome]

Poems about The Doctor and how he deals with stress. Be it after/before/during the time war. Or after his companions deaths.

She was falling, falling through the time stream. Bright flashes of color flew past her as she fell, leaving streaks on her retinas and forcing her to close her eyes against the onslaught of images. *I don't know where I am. I just know I'm running. Sometimes it's like I've lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I'm born, I live... I die.* Rated T for many mentions of dying.

"That was beautiful," Rose whispered finally, letting her head drop onto his shoulder. She paused again before continuing. "What was it? The song?" "I was singin' him an old lullaby from Gallifrey," he said, his voice back to that Northern accent she had learned to love so much, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want to make sure he knows the language."

Set after ATM. He had drifted off right where he was sitting. River stood at the TARDIS console, leaning against it and smiling sadly at the Doctor – her Doctor. He shifted in his sleep, brown hair falling away from his eyes, his mouth opening slightly. River chuckled quietly, releasing her wrist and taking a few steps toward where he was laying.

Naturally their meetings didn't happen in a strict opposite order, but for the most part they were traveling different ways along the same path. If, for him, they had never kissed before – if it really was that early for him, how late was it for her? Set immediately after Day of the Moon.

In 1692, Clarabeth Oswald, has been accused of witch craft. When one is accused they have a choice: 1. To 'admit' making a pact with the devil and spending life in prison. 2. Be hanged.

The Doctor and Rose realize how much they need each other after, after Rose has a distressing dream.

A short Menna/Smoleman story covering the feeling of Matt and Jenna around the time of Time of the Doctor, and the loss that echoes the end of Eleven/Clara.

The Doctor and heavily pregnant River are held captive by an insane dalek, only to be saved by two girls from the year 2017. After dropping the pair off, they continue to encounter the girls and make a discovery of a lifetime. (River/11th Doctor, Amy/Rory, Pregnant River, Pregnant Amy, Time baby.)

One moonlit night, many years after she has said goodbye to the doctor, Martha Jones finds herself standing transfixed in an empty park as a familiar stranger makes his way towards her. The Doctor has unknowingly brought himself back into her life, guilt-ridden and heartbroken from a terrible loss, and Martha is the only one who is able to save him from himself.

Sequel to Time in a Bottle Set right after that story ends.

AU. The Doctor is a face-changing alien and the star of the Master's twisted circus. He escapes and now lives a simple life on Earth. Will the ghosts of his past catch up with him? Will his new found friends accept the truth about him?

The Doctor and his future self join forces to organize a primary school Christmas pageant. How hard can it be? Part of the Regarding Mrs Smith ficverse, featuring 10 & 11.

he traces his hopes into her skin; / his tongue swirls secrets around and into her navel; / his kisses promise forever. [[ tentoo/rose ]]

It was just another slow night at the diner Grace worked at; she never thought anything interesting would happen to her. Then, the mysterious man in the bowtie showed up, and suddenly, everything in her life changed. It just...happened one night. (My first Doctor Who fanfic; enjoy! Constructive criticism is appreciated; Doctor/OC; rated T; may be M in later chapters)

The Doctor takes Rose out to cheer her up after Mickey decides to stay on the parallel world. However, his feelings for her may start to get the better of him when he sees her dancing with another man. Can he control his jealousy before the Tardis decides to intervene?

The Doctor has always been there for his companions, but who's going to be there for him?

The twisted realities of a madman in a box could scare you, but the show only scratches the surface. Various excerpts best read in the dark.

Martha Jones is gone and the Doctor decides to investigate one of his most mysterious enemies...the Weeping Angels. Takes place between "Voyage of the Damned" and "Partners in Crime". Each chapter will be a mini adventure/cross-over.

"You will never love me, Doctor. I don't know if I can bear it." Five/Turlough one-shot.

Clara can't believe that after everything he's done, the Doctor has never climbed a tree... *This is my first ever fic so sorry if it's not the best*

"So, yes, he does have a complex, but it isn't godly. He wonders if it even has a name. Does he suffer from it alone? That stupid word! Oh, how he hates it and hates being it, suffering in the dark, his dark, alone, such a mad man who isn't a hero or a God." Might be a series of brief drabbles. I don't know.