Lonely God, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who)LONELY GOD, BAD WOLFLonely God, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who) by 10thdoctorspiritclub
The lonely god,
the man who never stops running
but never gets any closer to his destination
Or so was his fate
until the day everything changed.
The bad wolf,
she was running too
from what, or to where, she did not know.
Or so was her fate
until the day everything changed.
He tried to forget his past.
She tried to find her future.
And then the two collided.
Where shall we run next?
Anywhere, if you are by my side.
And so it was, that
the running became their lives.
The god became less lonely
and the wolf less bad
and when they were together
nothing could stop them.
But then what once united them tore them apart.
And the words remained unspoken,
oh, if they had only been said
“I love you.”
The god again became lonely
and the wolf was lost to time.
Or so is their fate
until the day everything changes once more.
His Pink And Yellow GirlIt was a quiet night in the TARDIS. The Doctor was carefully tinkering in the console room while Rose slept. He concentrated fiercely, the console humming at him every so often. He was disturbed from his work by a high-pitched cry from Rose's room. He jumped and shot up, banging his head on the console. He groaned and disappeared out the room, the TARDIS showing him the door to Rose's room. He thanked her quietly and dashed instead, to find Rose squirming around in her bed, whimpering quietly. She appeared tangled in her blankets, thrashing around. He sat on the end of her and shook her gently.His Pink And Yellow Girl by safi-ry
She remained asleep and cried out again.
"Rose!" He shook her again, causing her to wake up. She scrambled up and clung to him, shaking.
"What's the matter?" He asked gently as she pressed her face into his dark leather jacket.
"I-I had a nightmare." She sniffed, tear trails on her cheeks. Her golden hair was messy from her sleep and covered part of her face. He gently lifted her head an
The Baby"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy." The doctor told the parents of the newborn baby. They looked surprised.The Baby by safi-ry
"We were told it was a girl." The Doctor looked up, his blue eyes crinkling in confusion. "We prepared for a girl."
"Well, it's a boy." The doctor told them. "What are you going to call him?"
"Ummm..." Rose looked at him with her deep brown eyes, her golden hair fanning across the pillow.
"Uh..." He looked back at her. "Uh..." Various names in Gallifrayen ran through his head before blurting a name at random.
"...Luigi? Okay then." The doctor went to fill out the papers. Rose looked at the Doctor, who looked mildly panicked.
"...Doctor." she started.
"What?" He asked her. "We prepared for a girl, and everything!"
"That's not the point." She nudged him, raising her eyebrows.
"You just named our son LUIGI."
"...Oh...we'd better fix that."
"By we, you mean you."
"...Yeah. I'll be right back." He disappeared. She grinned and watched him go.
"My silly Docto
2036 - Alternative Torchwood 82036 - Alternative Torchwood 8 by Laurenthebumblebee
Jamie, Jake and Sam all checked to see if Torchwood was safe, thinking that they had left Susan where they wanted her to stay which was by the entrence outside Torchwood, so she would be okay when they got back. Also, if anything went wrong she would be there to call for back up etcetera. They were cautiously taking slow paces staying near each other as their poses stayed at a position of defense.
Sam had his hand always close to his jean back pocket where his dagger rested inside, its base sticking out of the denim pocket. Jake was first in line of the three men, he knew Torchwood through in and out
Mother's DayNinth DoctorMother's Day by InuHalfDemon
Over 900 years of traveling time and space and he was sure he hadn’t had anyone get under his skin like Captain Jack Harkness. He thought about this as he listened to Jack recall yet another of his outrageous – both in itself and in its amount of sexual content – stories to Rose while they gathered around the console within the TARDIS. He knew though that it was more because of Rose and not so much Jack that this was the case, more because of how she was listening to and laughing with someone else now, not just him. They had all just escaped an ordeal in Kyoto, Japan in the year 1336 which was incidentally far more of an interesting excursion than the one they had made to Raxacoricofallapatorius to return the egg of a Slitheen. Jack was certainly useful. He was smart, quick, maybe too bold at times and a tiny bit reckless in others but generally – assuming he wasn’t openly flirting with any or all of the local species – he was reli
Let's Take a Sick DayLet's Take a Sick Day by Ant-And-Rubber-Trees
This is the Tenth Doctor and Rose! I hope you like it!
The Doctor came out from under the console. Something was wrong. Something felt off.
Rose wasn't here.
That was it. She was usually out here by now, telling him to get out from wherever he was, have some breakfast, clean up, and yell at him for not taking better care of himself.
After adjusting a few knobs and levers to make sure the TARDIS stayed in the Vortex, he walked down one of the hallways until he reached Rose's room. Knocking softly, and not getting more of a response than a quiet grunt, he opened the door slowly.
He was greeted with the sight of a sweaty, flushed Rose curled up under her blankets and staring at him through half-closed eyes. "Hey, Doctor," she said, voice low and gravelly.
He rushed over to her bedside, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. "You're burning up!" he exclaimed. "I feel terrible," she replied quietly.
"Shhh, don't talk. I think you're losing your voice, too," the Docto
LockdownLockdownLockdown by StormWolfRoranicus
Written for the Doctor-x-Rose-Club fanfiction contest #8
“Rose, get down!” The Doctor yelled as more sparks flew from the TARDIS console.
Rose, however, had little choice in the matter as the TARDIS suddenly lurched sideways, knocking her to the floor anyway. Deciding that it would be better to just wait it out, she clung to the coral strut nearest to her, watching as the Doctor dashed around the console, flicking switches, pushing buttons, pulling levers and- occasionally- hitting things with a mallet. Whatever the Doctor had done seemed to have worked as the ship stopped lurching and eventually settled down. Taking a deep breath and blowing the hair out of her face, Rose hesitantly peeled her hands from the strut and stood up, dusting herself down. The Doctor was looking as dishevelled as she felt; his hair was a complete mess- Rose wondered idly how he’d managed to get it even messier than usual-, his glasses were slipping down his nose, his tie had be
A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten)"Mommy?" Rose stirred awake to her daughter's voice. "I had a bad dream."A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten) by Flying-With-The-Owls
"Come here, love. What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that you and Daddy died." Rose held her daughter tightly. "Can you tell me a story?"
"Of course, sweetheart. What do you want to hear about?"
"The man who I'm named after."
"Again?" Rose stroked the young girl's silky brown hair.
"What's going on?" The Doctor stirred awake and sat up.
"Michaela couldn't sleep."
"Did you have a bad dream again?"
"Yeah." Michaela buried her head in Rose's chest. Just then, the infant in the crib began to wail.
"I think we woke Danny up." The Doctor got out of bed and picked up the noisy child. The large golden retriever thumped its tail but didn't wake up. The Doctor rocked his son back and forth until his cries turned into little mews. He walked over to the large fireplace built into the room and lit a fire before going back to his warm bed.
"Mommy, tell me about my name." Michaela looked at Rose with large eyes.
Always Be HereIt wasn't like the Doctor to be so dark and brooding for long periods of time. Rose tried to talk to him but he shut her out, ignored her. They hadn't left the TARDIS in a few days. Rose wasn't even sure if theh were still in the vortex or if they'd landed.Always Be Here by midnighttopha
She found him in what she called his study, a room with a desk, shelves of books, and an oversized leather armchair. He was sitting in the chair and for the first time, Rose thought he looked so small. His head was in his hands, elbows resting on the desk. He didn't look up when she came beside him.
All she did was sit on the rug and stay silent, a tactic she hadn't tried yet. He reached down, searching for her hand and held it tightly, like he was afraid she would disappear. A few moments later he began to speak softly.
"200 years ago, Rose."
She stayed quiet, waiting to see if he'd continue.
"Roughly 200 years ago, I killed everyone. The Time War ended. Everything ended and I'm alone." He looked at her, the only tear sh
Memoria AgerMemoria AgerMemoria Ager by aqua-mirage
Characters: 10, Rose
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: He opens his eyes, and she's standing on the other side of the stream, smiling softly.
He had always avoided coming here. Nightmares were just as easy to conjure as daydreams on Memoria Ager, and often more potent; nine hundred years had left him with more darkness than he liked. It was also because he was scared about how this place would affect his companions; their wills were strong, but they were only human, and even humans couldn't resist a world where their desires were fact and they could live in an illusion. After the war he'd avoided even a mention of it altogether, knowing how close he was to madness, and knowing that if he landed on Memoria Ager, he would so very easily tip over into a downward spiral which he couldn't escape. But this time, the pain is too hard to ignore; the memories too strong to forget, as he had done in the past.
The stark white wall haunts him now, lurking in his memories, her face f
Remember These WordsRemember These Words by IamHewolf
Sam's first trip to the Angel Bar between worlds was everything Dean told him about. It was a complete mix of dusty bar and elegance. Absolutely having to test out one of the better stories about it, Sam went up to the stunningly gorgeous bartender for a beer. When he was handed the bottle with a smile, he frowned when he couldn't find the label. A raised eyebrow at the grinning, voluptuous, brunette, and he put the brown bottle to his lips.
The liquid that passed over his tongue gave Sam a shiver, and he couldn't stop the pull on it for a while. The beer was everything he loved about the drink, and none of the bitter bite in the back of the throat that he hated. Letting up on it, he was beside himself. "Oh my God, that's awesome," he said quietly, staring at the bottle. "Dean, you gotta try this!"
Bumping his shoulder, Dean made his way to the bar. "Great aint it?" he said with childlike glee. "Never goes empty either! Wish they'd let us take them with us."
"Sorry Dean, you know the r
Genderbend Doctor Who: The Empty Child
The T.A.R.D.I.S wheezed though the air, chasing after the metal dumpster with speed, but losing it quickly.
The Doctor looked up when Ross Tyler ran into the room at lighting speed.
"What's the emergency?"
Ross looked confused and ran around to where The Doctor was standing, holding onto the T.A.R.D.I.S's console as it rocked and swayed .
"Universally recognised colour for danger."
"What happened to red?"
"That's just humans."
"By everyone else standards, red's camp."
"Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing."
"It's got a very basic fight computer, i've hacked in, slaved the T.A.R.D.I.S, wherever it goes, we go."
Ross looked a bit scared at the female controlling the ship.
"And that's safe is it?"
As The Doctor ran around to pull a lever, sparks flew out of the T.A.R.D.I.S's console, sending The Doctor back a bit with Ross, who yelped.
The Doctor's face twisted in concentration as she twisted the le
She Looks Just Like Her (DW Episode S4 E6)
She looks just like her.
That was one of the first thoughts The Doctor had when he laid eyes on the generated anomaly that was his daughter.
She looks just like her.
The blonde hair, her lips, her nose, her blue eyes, everything except the shape of her eyes and the shape of her face was hers.
Don't think of her!
He found it hard to be around her, he hated her, didn't want her to exist, because of the pain she bought him when he looked at her face. Her face was like the other, beautiful yet wild.
Just like her.
Donna called her Jenny, as in "generated anomaly", it fit her, but he could think of another name, a cursed name that fit her.
Don't even say her name!
Just thinking about the name bought him pain in both his hearts, thinking about her, the woman he'd left behind.
Donna opened him up and made him listen to her hearts and he decided then and there that she needed him.
Just like i needed.. No, don't say her n
Who Else But You?So this was his room. Slighty ironic, wasn't it, that it was Room Eleven? He allowed himself a smirk at that, though he knew it was neither the time or place.
Curiosty overwhelmed him. What do you believe in, then, Doctor? Amy, his amazing Amelia Pond, the girl who waited, the girl with the fairytale name; she had asked him what he believed in.
He didn't know, himself.
With a sharp yet silent intake of breath, he opened the door, unprepared for what lay behind it.
It was the inside of the TARDIS, from before he had practically destroyed her. And there, standing at the console, in all of her pink and yellow and just plain amazing glory, she stood.
He'd hoped never to see her again, never to see that bright golden smile that made both of his hearts race, never to hear her laugh when Jackie slapped him. At the same time, he had, and that made both hearts ache.
But now, seeing her again, behind his door, he realized that it never could have been anyone else.
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