Author Note: Apologies, it's taken me a little while to write these. I was struggling with writing a couple of others to go with these - any suggestions of what to do would be greatly appreciated because I've gotten a terrible case of writers block! (Thanks to theLibra for their early suggestion :) ) Also, apologies but I'm inflicting a sonnet on you. Any comment you have on my writing style or things I've done well/badly would be appreciated. Thanks :) p.s I forgetten how much I loved Miss Hartigan, she is bad-ass.

Miss Hartigan - "The Next Doctor"

Oh gentleman, you must pray excuse me. A silly girl's idea; to think for myself, to dare to hold an opinion. After all, you all must know what is best for me. Marriage to a sensible gentleman and lots of babies to distract me. Otherwise, you know, I'll be unfit for society. Of course. I don't know how I could possibly think otherwise. Oh wait, that must the problem. I'm thinking. My mistake. Because of course it's only the male half of the species which have any intelligence. I'll just go sit quietly in the corner, shall I?

Pah. You men are all the same. Pathetic. And so narrow-minded that you can't even conceive of a woman being more intelligent than you. Well, surprise! Here I am! I scare you, don't I? Just a bit? Go on, admit it; I terrify you. I, a woman, who is not content with breeding more men. And why would I? I hold you in contempt. I despise you.

I am not valued for the virtue of my sex. An unfair bias since the dawn of time. In return, I do not consider you worthy either. Not worthy of calling yourselves intelligent beings. There are no men my equal in intelligence. None that match my logic and perception. Which is why I will be replacing you. Replacing you with those who value my intelligence and logic. You will be taught to respect me, to acknowledge your superior being. I will be ignored no longer.

Lilith – Carrionite witch - "The Shakespeare Code"

Imprisoned in Deep Darkness for all time,

Fourteen planets are shrouded in gloom.

Punished without committing the crime,

In a sun-less tomb.

Then a whisper in the moon-less night,

Words open the tiniest of rifts,

And allow us three into delight

This world, most precious of gifts

The unwitting word-smith released our powers,

Never again to be relinquished, freedom is ours.

House - "The Doctor's Wife"

Time-Lords never learn. Bumbling fools who, without fail, fall straight into my trap. Every time. The horror on their faces when they realise their predicament particularly amuses me. The moment of realisation that they cannot get out; they are doomed. I let them make a distress call… then shut off their power. Give a little bit of hope and then snatch it away. I let them run around for a little bit, let them try to escape, before I make them realise that there is no escape. I made this place. It's the perfect Time-lord trap; a little pocket universe. No one will ever find me unless they've been drawn on one of my lines. And then it's too late. Like fish on a rod - they never notice the hook till too late. I like to keep some few of them around. Not with their minds intact obviously - too much mewling and complaining if I permit that. But just intact enough that I can watch them and pass the time.

Why do I do this? What a silly question. Because I can. Now run.