"They hadn't exactly had schedules that synchronized; she was studying archaeology, he was on a course for time agent hopefuls, and the two paths of study didn't exactly march in beat with one another."

A poem about the reasons why the Doctor hates goodbyes. I'm new to writing poetry, so tell me if I've made any mistakes, please!

a series of drabbles about a madman and his box. Doctor x TARDIS, DARDIS, TARDIS/Doctor, DocTAR. 2005

The Doctor gets mail from an old friends. Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who

Hex and Ace reflect on the events of Live 34 - Just a short piece leading up to a full exploration of the relationship between those two.

In the dark he whispers words against her skin. When he sleeps he doesn't whisper. He screams.- Drabble

Annabelle(made up) finds the Tardis in the middle of her small town and The Doctor drags her on an adventure to an alien planet where they meet someone the Doctor never thought he would find. Sorry it isn't a good summary. This is my first fic plz don't be to harsh

This is a very short drabble from Clara's prespective mostly, about the Doctor. Warning, you might cry. This is my first Doctor Who fic.

*parody*

When Imogen Keegan meets dashing Captain Jack Harkness and the Doctor, her life is changed forever. But she has a secret that she has no intention of sharing. What will happen when her secrets start to tear apart the new life she has built for herself? "Don't play games with me. Don't ever think you are capable of that."

Rose Tyler and the Tenth Doctor are locked inside a Dalek prison. If the Doctor cannot confess to the Daleks, they will execute Rose at dawn. In a night of terror and desperation, Rose and the Doctor find love like they have never experienced before. / Oneshot.

Just a story/poem thing of the man I love most: The Doctor!

Continuation of Solutions. 3rd in a series of one-shots

A present from someone at Torchwood after Rose and the Doctor get back from their honeymoon gets the Doctor thinking about something he might be able to do for her.

A song was made before the Last Great Time War and it was only an innocent song about home and leaving it for the rest of the universe. After the devastating events, it was wondered whether or not it was prophetic and meant to help the mourning of the lost planet. A short poem about the planet Gallifrey.

Post Asylum of the Daleks, Rory and Amy still have things they need to work out.

There are many adventures between River Song and the Doctor mentioned throughout the TV Series. But they're not shown. So I'm writing a story for every single adventure mentioned but not shown. There will be 11 chapters with a new one each week with an adventure per chapter! Some are adventurous and some are romantic. Some both! Please review and tell me what you think!

And carries down a distant Rose. What if the naming of Rose had more consequence then getting the Doctor's attention? This will be a multi chapter season three with Rose fan-fiction.

A series of short drabbles/oneshots focusing on the lives of Theta Sigma, Koschei, and Ushas on Gallifrey. Non-Slash, R&R Plz

The doctor makes Clara a lot of promises, this time he's promised to accompany her Christmas shopping.

Things dont exactly go as planned for Nicolette and her friend Toast on their trip back to London. After a strange encounter with a quirky man who calls himself The Doctor, both get swept of their feet into time and space. Is Nicolette really what she seems? Toast is hiding a secret she doesn't fully understand; will the Doctor come between these best friends? rated A for awesome.

It's right after Trenzalore. Clara is safe and back in the TARDIS, sleeping. And the Doctor is left to his thoughts. Which happen to consist mostly of his now dead wife... (This story is T but I might change it to M after I write chapter two which might have smut in it.. I haven't decided yet.)

AU. "Nightmares. They never stopped. Every night they came and every night they got worse." When Clara's given up on everyone and everything, can John get her to try again? Reated M for later smut. ON HOLD TILL I GET A COMPUTER BC SOME OF US ARE POOR

Words fly between them, quickly, back and forth. Clara, watchful, weighs hers, attempts to find her way in the stream of the Doctor's. Words are only words, be they many or one. Who, he thinks—why, she asks. Neither answers.

"You'll take me to see what hasn't been seen before, all to save your soul from the lion's den." Quick Poem set in the POV of a companion.