Sometimes even the Doctor has a slow day...
Orange light glowed in the vast Tardis space.
The Doctor was sitting on the lower steps, tossing his sonic screwdriver. Flipping it up and catching it. Flipping it up and catching it. Turning it over and looking at it.
The door opened and River sauntered in. She stopped and stared. He didn't look up. And she knew he wasn't expecting her.
She shut the door. He sat hunched over and tossed his screwdriver from hand to hand. Not looking at her.
She walked over and sat beside him. "What are you doing, Sweetie?"
He looked up, he didn't look sad, or angry, or anything really.
"Nothing."
Her eyebrow
Despite his boyish exterior, the Doctor was not a boy. Most people refused to see below the surface...
He wasn't a boy. That's what most people couldn't see.
He was adorable. With that little boy mouth, and those innocent eyes. His twirly joy in fezzes and bowties and fascination with new experiences and enthusiasm with which he'd grab a companion's hand and drag them off to show them something exciting.
But he wasn't a boy.
River had seen him in all different moods. And she'd seen him when companions and other people weren't around.
It was true, he did have boundless enthusiasm for the universe. For everything, no matter how big or smal
The 3rd Doctor's always getting chased by monsters, one way or another.
"Jo, get in!"
The Doctor blazed by in Bessie. Jo stepped aboard. Thanks to the inertial dampeners it didn't rip her leg off. She climbed over the footboard into her seat.
She twisted around and stared behind them. "What is that thing?"
"Nervalan Puff Monster," the Doctor answered.
It didn't look puffy. It looked like some sort of alien greyhound, eight feet tall at the shoulder and smooth as a lizard. Narrow head full of jaggle teeth, lean hips, long tail, and a narrow ribcage that expanded and contracted to an alarming degree, stretching like the skin of a frog wit
Peacemas - A Doctor Who Christmas Story - (p.1) by Betawhofic, literature
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Peacemas - A Doctor Who Christmas Story - (p.1)
The 10th Doctor and Martha arrive on a future colony world and are taken in by a colonial farming family for Peacemas. But some strange sandy patches have been showing up around the farm. And the farmer's three year old son goes missing. The Doctor has seen something like this before. Happy Peacemas.
Peacemas
“You landed in a forest in the middle of the night!” Martha complained.
“It was bound to happen sometime,” the Doctor said.
Martha picked a cocklebur off her pantleg and glared at him, even if he was letting her lean on his arm. “So where are we?” she said, disgruntled.
“Dalmorion. Earth col
Consulting Time Lord by RedRangerJayden, literature
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Consulting Time Lord
"You know what this is."
The object being held in front of him is terribly familiar. But it isn't. He can't possibly know what it is. He doesn't know why his hand reaches out for it but it does. He doesn't know why the object a sonic screwdriver the holder called it feels right in his palm but it does. In his moment of inexplicable fear towards the item, he shoves it back into the man's hand.
"I don't," he lies.
The Doctor grins. "Oh, but you do. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes, Sherlock." And he tries to give it back. Sherlock takes a step away.
Instead of trying to force Sherlock to hold the screwdriver, the Docto
Sometimes the Doctor and River Song work on opposite sides. Sort of.
Her sweetie was below her in the engine room of the starship, he was on all four knees in front of the main control panel, sonicing it open and yelling instructions to all the scrambling engineers, pointing and gesticulating.
River grinned and leaned back in the maintenance tunnel thirty feet overhead. She propped her feet on the opposite carved wall and ate her banana, appreciating the nice view of his bum she had from here.
They had arrived separately, he had no idea that the "villain" he was working against on this occasion was her.
She'd come to steal the ship's spar
A temporal anomaly has left River stuck with the Doctor. All 11 of him. "How's a girl supposed to resist?"
River looked around her and her eyes got brighter and brighter.
It hadn’t been her fault this time, and she was doing her best to help fix it. They’d linked up the ships into a recursive stasis loop. All they had to do was surround the black hole and force it backward in time to just before its creation, then seal it off.
It was only a little black hole, but, by definition, they all were at heart.
The problem was the engineers. They were working together, but they couldn’t stop arguing.
The burly older one with the
The 4th Doctor, a tribe of savages, and Sontarans. Never underestimate the locals.
He was sitting nonchalantly by the fire. A long-limbed, rangy man who looked like he'd been strung together from spare parts, and then started growing like a dandelion.
He was completely at his ease, one knee cocked, a hugely long multicolored scarf draped over it. A floppy hat perched on his head, and his big teeth flashing in a cheerful grin in the flickering firelight.
The natives ranged around him stared in amazement. This strange god who had appeared with a sound like trumpets, with skin as pale as moonlight and eyes as pale as water.
He cracked a nut
The 4th Doctor could be so insanely annoying most of the time, but Romana had learned that under that frivolous exterior, lay an unusual wisdom.
He sat on the hilltop, one knee cocked, picking the burrs off his boots one by one and flicking them into the tall grass.
The wind sighed around him, the golden sun beamed down. Romana stood over him in her white gown and stared down at him, hands on her hips.
“What are you doing?”
He tilted his head so he could see her under his hat brim, his pale eyes calm. “I’m picking the burrs off my boots,” he said, as if it wasn’t obvious.
She crouched down, crossing he