The Doctor keeps the TARDIS parked outside of Martha's parents' home. It was just her Mum's house, but since the Valiant, since everything…they all cling to each other now. Tish clings to Dad who clings to Mum who holds on tight to Leo because she saw him die once and she never, ever wants to see that again. They all try to take their turns clinging to Martha, but she takes a wide step back and they don't follow.

She's colder. Cut for explicit sexuality. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,897
Photo Prompt

The leaves fell delicately from the sky, landing with a soft sort of perfection at the Doctor's feet. Everything where they were seemed perfect. Light breeze and sunlight that seemed to flick through the trees in such a way that everyone who walked the city glowed. Even the stone chairs where he and Martha sat were comfortable.

It was almost enough to believe that the TARDIS's randomizer landed them somewhere nice. But after the horrible events that brought them here, he couldn't believe that anymore.

They sat as part of a circle, a council of people come to speak of the terrible things that were happening to their land. Through a series of unfortunate events—as it always was—they became part of this council.

The Doctor was, of course, fiddling with his sonic screwdriver and not nearly paying enough attention to the tall, crowned man with the pointy ears that stood and spoke to them.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old." He looked to the Doctor and Martha. Visitors from other worlds. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,815
With respect to JRR Tolkein…
I remember at some point in my earlier lives I really didn't like Christmas. Flat out despised the whole human tradition. First of all, I've always had an issue with giving a gift just to get a gift, which is what the whole concept of Christmas appears to be when you look at it from eight hundred billion light years away on a SightScope.

Of course, now I'm at Rose's on Christmas. Which is surprisingly quite nice. Sure, the turkey Jackie made is underdone---all right, it's practically raw at the center, but it looks nice. Even the ship breaking up in the atmosphere looks pretty. The comets and the falling ash are almost magical. Almost.

The regeneration went badly. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,370
After drinking a few too many eggnogs at your annual holiday party, you wake up the next morning realizing you did some things you now regret. Write an e-mail, a letter or a card to the people you need to apologize to.

Dear [Insert name of Jack's current boyfriend/girlfriend here],

I'm really very sorry for what happened at the Christmas Party at the Torchwood Hub this year. As in years past, I found myself overindulging in the rum and things went a wee bit too far, as I'm quite sure [Possible Witness One] and [Possible Witness Two] have already told you.

Now, Jack and I have been friends for a very long time now, and as with most friendships that evolve over that time, imbibing too much alcohol can skew one's perception of friendship. That being said, I can only apologize again and say that I didn't know he had a significant other at the time and if I did I'm pretty sure what happened probably still would have but I would've felt a good deal more bad about it at the time. Also, Jack started it.

I hope you have a happy New Year and before you get any bright ideas on "coming and getting" me, please remember what [Possible Witness One] might say about that. That, and Torchwood wants me alive. I save the world too much.

Apologies again,

The Doctor

PS: And, also, very sorry about the stain on your [Insert garment here]. We needed something to clean up with.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom:Doctor Who
Word Count: 210
I can't remember which song played.

Jack, the Doctor and Rose have finished saving the Earth from another attack of the Zygons, somewhere south of Surrey. Jack claims he knows of a great place to party and Rose says that they need a holiday, so she pushes the Doctor to accept. He sighs, and crosses his arms. He says no, but they continue to push and it's not long until he's crossing his arms again, this time in a warehouse full of sweaty dancing teenagers, smoke, and loud music.

His leather jacket is tight and uncomfortable in all of the heat of the warehouse, but his companions are happy. Jack is surrounded by a rather sizeable crowd of women and attractive androgynous men, and Rose is gyrating along with the beat of the music. He is reminded again of how ridiculously young the two of them are. It's why he keeps them with him, they bleed onto him and give him some of their energy. They make him feel young.

That doesn't mean he's going to gyrate on the dance floor along with them. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,254, not including lyrics from K's Choice's "Live For Real"
Today is Guest Stripper Day at the Sugar Shack. You will be spending one shift stripping, waiting on tables and greeting customers. Have a good time.

They say you don't get a job at Sugar Shack 'less you ain't got nowhere else to go. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,219
The Journal Of Impossible Things

October 22, 1913

''I see her in my dreams.' Cut for spoilers to 3.08, 'Human Nature'. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten) / Smith
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 624
All IC responses will be replied by John Smith
"When in doubt, tell the truth." -Mark Twain

Warning: Contains disturbing imagery. )

Muse: The Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 828


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