HeadlinesA short story containing every single New Who episode title, in order. (Series 1-4)Headlines by Betawhofic
Doctor Who Rose unexpectedly from cancellation. Many people thought it was the End of the World, but loyal fans, the Unquiet Dead who kept the series alive for decades, knew that stories about Aliens of London wouldn't cause World War III.
Daleks had been in the series for the Long Game and by Father's Day even the Empty Child in the audience was drawn to the joy and wonder when the Doctor Dances. The series became a Boom Town and only a few cried Bad Wolf or prophesied a Parting of the Ways for the New Series.
The BBC knew there were Children in Need, Special kids who deserved a Christmas treat. The Christmas Invasion of Doctor Who toys on the shelf made toy stores the New Earth for shoppers who fought Tooth and Claw for the best toys so they could show them off
Dressing UpThe Doctor watched as River smoothed the hose up her shapely calf, pulling it up her silky thigh and clipping it to her garter belt.Dressing Up by Betawhofic
"Getting an eyeful, Sweetie?" she asked, not taking her attention from her task, a small smirk on her lips.
He jumped. He straightened up in the doorway and adjusted his black dress bow tie. "Sorry, I..."
"Oh, honey, I don't mind," she turned and gave him one of those sultry eyed looks, that "come hither" smile that seemed to bypass his brain and go straight to his legs.
He found himself walking into the bedroom, watching as she slipped on a pair of bright red stiletto heels.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at her, shimmering in a golden gown, hair piled high on her head, pearl drops dangling enticingly from her ears.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked.
She gave him a coy look as she strapped a small, lethal laser pistol to her thigh. He tried to ignore the gun and concentrate on her thigh. Not a difficult prospect. He'd
One Day"One day I shall come back, yes, I shall come back, until then there should be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine..."One Day by Betawhofic
He stood on the doorstep, a little man in checked trousers. He wrung his hands, bouncing nervously on his toes. He reached out to knock on the door, then resisted.
He looked mournfully at the door, his lean face long and melancholy. It was a nice door, a pretty wooden color with beautiful floral carvings. There were flowering bushes growing right up to the portico, and a lamp overhead with a pretty glass shade.
He turned away. He walked off down the crushed gravel path, the lawns meticulous and green on each side. He let himself out of the short white painted metal gate into the street.
Each step was heavy, his whole short body dragging under the weight of his expression. He joined a boy across the street, a teenage lad in a tartan kilt.
"Arne' you going to knock, Doctor?"
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