"Clara was under his skin, running through his veins, wired through the circuits in his brain. In a way, she had become a part of him." Sort of a companion piece to my story "Not In Love", but they stand alone.

It was my favorite as a child. The story of a girl and her Doctor. They way they took on the world. The love that they shared. It was my favorite and now I am sharing it with you.

In which a young Rose Tyler meets strange man who wants to solve her "problems." Why solve her problems when his fashion statement was just itching to be corrected? I mean really, bow ties?

The five separate occasions where the Doctor defends the relationships between himself and his companions, and the one time he didn't have to. Contains Martha, Donna, Amy, River, Clara and Rose. Eventually Rose/Doctor.

He forgets their favorite colors, and the way they take their tea. He forgets many little things about them but he doesn't forget the overwhelming love he has for each of them. The Doctor is an old man and even he forgets things. Somethings though, he doesn't. One-shot

"You're not the same as before, Doctor, but neither am I… We can make it through this. Together." One-shot

Just a normal girl meeting the Doctor. First *REAL* story I've ever written. Depending on the response I get, I may write more.

Exactly ten years after Martha traveled with the Doctor, she reaches out for him one last time. Drabble.

It has been suggested that after his eighth regeneration, the Doctor begins lying about his age. The official explanation is that he has simply lost track. This is a third possible explanation for the discrepancy between his ages in the new and old series.

RPF. Matt and Karen having a memorable experience.

The Doctors adventures in souffle-making do not go too well...

The Master is Fire and the Doctor is Ice. A short drabble, can be seen as slash if you wish. Fits any regeneration but written as Ten and Simm.

Join Kaval, the unorthodox Soldier of Time, as he travels through time and space in order to preserve peace...and have some fun in the process.

The Doctor's collection of Notes-to-selves.

Takes place over the course of series 2-4. The doctor and Rose bump into an old enemy. Rose proposes a crazy idea to the Doctor, who takes it to a whole new level. They now have an unexpected companion traveling with them in the TARDIS.

There's an emergency - and this time it's Jamie's special skills that are needed to save the day. 100 words exactly, according to MS Word (not including notes).

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.