You Are Not Alone Anymore.I can see the Vortex in your eyes, kid.
You were cast out.
Treated like dirt.
But I know differently.
You feel like a leech?
You don't know tough love when you see it, do you?
It's terrifying when you glare at me.
It's disappointing when you frown at me.
It may seem like I hate you but I'm really trying to get over how sorry I feel for you.
DW Fanfic Soundtrack.
1- Panic Switch-- Silversun Pickups
2- Stand My Ground-- Within Temptation
3- Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)-- Florence + The Machine
4- Grace Kelly-- Mika
5- REM-- Nightmare
6- Danse Macabre-- Wintersleep
7- Hole-- Kelly Clarkson
8- Like You-- Evanescence
9- Dimension-- Wolfmother
10- My Winter Storm- Tarja Turunen
11- Je Ne Regrette Rein-- Cinema Bizarre
12- White Rabbit-- Emiliana Torrini
13- Oceania-- Bjork
14- Still Doll-- Kanon Wakeshima
Doctor Who Fanfic Chapter 1Doctor, you're late.
Very, very late.
As I wait here in the alley, for you and your type 40 TARDIS to materialise, I feel my anger building. I do miss you incredibly, don't get me wrong. But I'm kinda in a rush here. I'd say I'm in a rush, considering there are thugs rampant in the alley. And I have no weapons apart from a simple handgun with no bullets. I'm good and thoroughly scared. Then I hear the familiar whirring, and all the stupid apes are so scared they run away. Finally. He's here. I run to the TARDIS and knock softly on the door. "Doctor!" I say, smiling quietly as he opens the door, "Happy birthday." "I'm sorry, who are you?" he says. I frown, confused.
"You don't remember? 1881. The Daleks. I helped you in exchange for you letting me travel with you."
"I-Illiad? Of the Shadow Proclamation?"
"Yes. And you've regenerated. I barely recognise-- GAH!"
I am smothered by his hug.
"Little Illie! Hello, how are you?"
"Hello, Doctor. I'm still alive. I can see that's the same with y
Doctor Who Fanfic PrologueI never expected it to turn out so smoothly, Doctor-kun.
After hundreds of years waiting, you finally came. This one shard of hope, after losing my love, my children, my parents. You and my dear, lovely daughter, Maxine. I always expected being in the TARDIS, seeing the work of my people, to be horrifying, sad. You made it brilliant and gorgeous. The adventures we had... Oh, the places we went. Remember New Tokyo? The acid rain. And London? That Undertaker was a card, huh?
Back to the point. To you, my darling reader.
This is not a tale of joy or love. This is a tale of requiem, of terror and keeping family together. Of custard, and Jammy Dodgers, and fish and chips, and tea... Oh my. Lots and lots of tea. This is a tale of the wicked Eyepatch Lady and how she chased the Doctor, the Pond family, and I through time to find sweet Melody. Melody, who cried whenever one of us cried before she ever knew the reason. Melody, who loved her father and mother so. Yes, you know which Melody I'm t