momentI am the momentmoment by =FlameFrost101
I am watching you, whisper
Like the wolf's howl
Your hearts are beating,
Four times stronger
Hexagonal symphony that's
And I can hear it
I am beside you, always
Like a flower that grows,
Changing and flowing
As long as the seasons do the same
I am with you, somewhere
I am the wolf
Spreading my gold-dusted song
Hunting the sunrise
And watching it set
On your battle, frozen in pieces
I am the Rose
Soft petals falling, raindrops
Sending you forward and
I am yours
Forever I'm with you
And for you
In this world, or another
The Bay That Haunts My Nightmares.Gazing upon where the most preciousThe Bay That Haunts My Nightmares. by ~magical-badger
flower known to time should have been,
a thought broke his troubled heart:
“there is nothing between
us but space, and this
2036 - Alternative Torchwood 3Susan was a fourteen year old teenager, she had wavy brunette hair and brown eyes. She had black designer glasses, and she was very intelligent. She was Jamie's sister, four years younger than her big brother, which made her fourteen, almost fifteen.2036 - Alternative Torchwood 3 by ~Laurenthebumblebee
Susan wore little makeup, mascara, pink lip gloss and light red blusher.
Susan was sat at the table in the lounge, she was doing her homework. Her pens, pencils and notepad neatly set out in front of her. She was looking at the time regularly, to see when her brother may come back, it was half eight in the morning, on a Sunday.
Her mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, whilst her father was watching TV on the couch, a few mates away from Susan, facing the opposite way.
"Dad, when is Jamie coming home?" Susan asked, she looked over to the couch, expecting a quick reply.
He didn't answer, Susan continued her homework.
Mysterious Case of John SmithMysterious Case of John Smith by ~mancydrew
"So, where do you want to go?" The Doctor looked up to Amy and smiled. Amy turned to Rory and lifted up her eyebrow.
"How about Paris!" Amy smiled her cheeky grin. The Doctor readjusted his bowtie and turned some knobs and yelled "Hold on!"
The Doctor never got tired of seeing the joy of Amy and Rory's faces when they embarked upon a new world or a new time. He thought back to how many times he had seen this joy. He closed his eyes, afraid it may soon be over.
"Doctor, aren't you coming?" Amy was now standing in the doorway of the Tardis.
"Yeah. Just give me a moment." He tried to force a smile but she saw the sadness in his eyes. Amy opened her mouth but no words came out.
"Just, don't spend too much time alone, it worries me." She closed the door.
"Tardis, show me my companions " The doctor looked around as the familiar faces materialized in front of him. Rose, Jack, Mickey, Donna, everyone. He held back the tears as he looked at these faces, just imagining how many li
The Sobs of Heaven (Ten/Rose fic)The Sobs of Heaven (Ten/Rose fic) by ~litgeek1903
The rain was impenetrable. The drops sewn together, never breaking. The cloth that encased his body ceased to be felt. The threads no longer scratched his skin. Everything had become meaningless. Everything except that flash of blonde in the sheets of water. A flash he was desperately trying to will into truth.
Then it came.
Those wide brown eyes joined the blonde hair. Soon those windows to the soul were joined by that tiny familiar grin. Leather armor protectively shielded her body. A golden glow from the lonely streetlamp gave her an angelic light.
Like a siren, she called to him and he moved through the sheets of rain like millions of doors. It seemed that more kept appearing in front of him, as he pulled himself towards her.
His heart clenched upon reachi
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
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