The Lonely Princess - Ch. 1 by NothingYouCouldLove, literature
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The Lonely Princess - Ch. 1
"Do you want to know something Clara?" The Doctor began in his usual way of subtly or subconsciously flaunting about in his black suit.
The young woman, Clara Oswin Oswald, looked up from the homework she had been grading to her friend. So unlike The Doctor in appearance, Clara had beautiful brown-blonde hair, a lovely round face, and gorgeous brown eyes; The Doctor, on the other hand, had rough gray hair, a face with prominent features that helped to accentuate his age, and hardened blue-gray eyes. She saw none of these differences when she looked up at him from the grading that needed done though. The man she saw was her greatest friend an
The morning comes to an end
the rays of the sun wrap around all
the air is warm and full of emotions
The journey has been long
not always one of the best
we have seen many shadows
but this has taught us so much
How to be more mature
how to be more childish
how to be more human
We have learned to seize the moment
and even some unusual recipe
we have learned to believe
we have learned to distrust
We grew up together in that light
that now shines high
we enjoyed every frame
in the first and in the last moment
we laughed and cried
in the last hour of the morning
The journey has been long
and has now reached its last stroke
but we can never f
The Tardis flew through the vortex and Sherlock tapped lightly at the control panel. “Have you ever reunited with someone after disappearing for years?” He asked abruptly.
The Doctor looked up from his side of the controls and replied, “I have disappeared for centuries. You are wonder about the best way to tell John that your alive, aren't you?”
Sherlock nodded and the Doctor smiled, “One time I disappeared for two years and reintroduced my self by jumping out of a cake at my friend’s stag party.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Sherlock replied with feigned interest.
The Tardis land
Gun fire could be heard from the medial tent. John glanced at his only patient who was sleeping with the aid of powerful sedatives. A bullet shot through the air and John fell forward clutching his shoulder. Eyes watering with pain he could hear boot-clad foot steps rapidly approaching the tent. John looked up in time to see a soldier trying to enter pitch forward as a bullet caught him in the back.
Wincing in pain John crawled to the man and felt his wrist for a pulse. Unable to detect one he rolled the man over to check his neck. He froze in horror as when he saw a mass of dark curls under the helmet. Sherlock’s lifeless eyes stared
wholock:The Strange 'Disease' chapter 11 by stasi-theanimenerd, literature
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wholock:The Strange 'Disease' chapter 11
Syntrixian Council
The leader sat in his dining throne, guzzling down earthly formaldehyde. The preserving fluid sloshed over his black robes when he bobbed his head back and forth to swallow. His feathers were sleek with the droplets that fell. The sight would have been quite energizing to see, a bird of prey, glistening in the sunlight with droplets of water cascading his beak, but this is not a nature documentary, this is fan fiction.
The other council members had, of course, were napping after the meal, since Viceroy had been tired of their bantering and bickering, he slipped a sleeping powder into their drinks. Viceroy had always been
Hunt of The Lonely Assassins (Part 3) by Banana-Baa2012, literature
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Hunt of The Lonely Assassins (Part 3)
“What?” asked the Doctor incredulously, “Months?” his eyebrows disappearing into his scruffy hair. Kiara nodded, her scowl fading into a knowing look. She let her hands fall, then reached out and squeezed the Doctor’s hand.
“The TARDIS isn’t always as exact as you want her to be.” She smiled. I’ve been hanging round Edinburgh since I got here. Bit too far to travel to Baker Street, and Sherlock’s fine at the moment…” she trailed off, looking for all the world like she’d spilled some unearthly secret. Faith hadn’t understood a word of it!
Faith looked at Kia
Hunt of the Lonely Assassins (Part 2) by Banana-Baa2012, literature
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Hunt of the Lonely Assassins (Part 2)
“Now.” Said the Doctor, pulling out a pair of glasses and putting them on. “Why don’t you tell me all about your friend.”
Faith sat down beside Kiara and patted her hesitantly on the shoulder as she wiped her eyes. “She’s just gone. We were in the square. And she just… disappeared.” Suddenly Kiara looked up. “Wait. Did you say you were the Doctor? The Doctor?”
The Doctor looked a little confused. Faith choked back a laugh, but hastily tried to resume a somber face, cause Kiara’s face was still streaked with tears. Kiara’s face was shining with tears, but she was
The Hunt of the Lonely Assassins (Part 1) by Banana-Baa2012, literature
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The Hunt of the Lonely Assassins (Part 1)
Faith was walking down the overcrowded London street, just another sixteen year old girl on her way back from school, when she heard it: It was a whooshing noise: Vwooorp Vwooorp. There was something mysterious about it, and she decided to investigate. As she turned off onto a side road, the noise began to fade and Faith broke into a run. She skidded round a corner and to a stop, looking wildly around for the source of the noise. But there was nothing there. Only an old blue Police Public Call Box. Faith sighed and turned around. A door opened behind her, creaking, and Faith turned her head just in time to see a man step out from inside the
The Curse of the New Heart by DragonHaven42, literature
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The Curse of the New Heart
The events that took place on the roof were still a bit of a blur to Sherlock. He could remember his fear, the hopelessness that had engulfed him as he called John to say goodbye. He fell, and everything turned black. Then he woke up.
The next few days had been worse than his panic in Dartmoor. He had found himself alone in an old sewer tunnel, lost and without his phone. All he had was his blood stained clothes and a pocket watch.
He was unscathed, but everything felt off. His mind was working faster than ever, but at the same time he did not feel overwhelmed. At least not by the work. The new, random, impossible information flooding his
Prologue to, He waits in shadows, Doctor Who FF by DanielsDoodles, literature
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Prologue to, He waits in shadows, Doctor Who FF
He leaned against the door frame of his rickety old home. Slowly the old man lowered himself to the grassy ground. Quickly and quietly he took in and let out the cool night air. Every breath pained him, every gulp of air a stab in his side.
The man was dying. Death came to visit. She finally got even.
"About time…" smiled the Doctor.
When he was younger the Time Lord ran from his death or found a way to negate it, but not now. Everything has its time and everything ends. A friend, from so long ago, taught him that. His companions, his friends, all those shining faces, from all those fleeting lives, one lesson shone brighter