Needs More SugarAn alarm blared throughout the TARDIS, startling Rose awake."I'm sorry, Rose. I'm so sorry," the Doctor said, bursting into her room. "I'm going to shut it off now."She tossed a pillow in his general direction as he shut the door and skipped off to whatever was setting off the alarm. She rolled back over to sleep again but found she couldn't. He walked back into her room soon after the noise ceased. Setting the pillow back on the bed, he said, "You going back to sleep?"She didn't respond. He shouldn't have woken her up. She hadn't been sleeping well lately and despite going to sleep really late, relatively speaking of course, this was t
Welcome HomeHe searched for a home.Home is never a house- a collective mistake amongst the population- a house is just a place; a brick building by the side of the road that quivers when the wind gets too fierce or the yells within the walls got too violent. Home, however, is a bit of heart. In a way, it's like a house; a space of soul that is always warm in the winter and has the peculiar smell of family; a scent that is sometimes sour, but usually sweet like nectar.His first home had been burned. Torched and scorched until it glowed as orange as the skies. He tried to fight, he tried; but murder wasn't in his veins. It hurt him more than it'd hurt
The Looking-Glass Self"What did he do to you?"Amy Pond found herself staring at the crimson red comforter of her and her husband's new king-size bed, created by the TARDIS after some pleas from the couple to negate bunk beds on the next round of interior decorating. She snapped from her trance at the sound of his voice.Rory Pond – Williams prior to their marriage – looked back at her, donning a t-shirt and boxer shorts that very much spoke of his intent to sleep. After the day they had, he could hardly be blamed for wanting some shut-eye. He was fiddling with the last part of his before-bed ritual, namely taking off his watch, hesitating on his ring
Plural PossessivesThere were a lot of things running on his mind. If it wasn't for the time traveling, then it would be his nursing duties, and when that was gone, there was always his role as the husband to his wife. Well, that one always applied and wasn't about to be something he would give up without a fight.However, the role of father seemed like a far-off dream. In fact, it had been a dream – a physically manifested dream that ended up with him dead before he awoke – but in the end, it wasn't real. This time, though, he wasn't sure if it was a falsehood or not.When he heard her voice speak when she thought he couldn't hear, his whole body h
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