THEME BY PISTACHI-O

When cool people request things from me, I get to them… Eventually. This one is for Jess. I’m so sorry it took me forever!

She knew it was him before he ever got anywhere near her. It wasn’t just the height and weight that his steps bellied; it was his actual step. Light and liquid as a dancer, more real than Twinkletoes’ but less solid than her own, yet always on guard and ready to twist into attack with little notice. It was the way the warmth that flowed into the ground from his feet. That wasn’t part of his bending. It was just, you know, him.

He sat on the lip of the fountain next to her, and she turned her face away. Stupid warmer weather; it was making her all hot. But Sparky would think something stupid, as if she were blushing or something.

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It’s the Eighth Month! Time to celebrate the Eighth Doctor!

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Unfortunately for him, Eight’s the most neglected of all the Doctors. Why? Because a lot of people think he only has one movie.Oh how wrong that thought is.

Eight is the Doctor with simultaneously the shortest and longest runs of all the Doctor. How is that possible?

Let me teach you about the magical world of Eight.

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She’d been looking for him for hours. Well, not searching, not really. But looking around all the rooms he was usually in. The den. The spare room he had converted to a lab. The kitchen, perched on a cupboard with his fingers in a jam jar.

But now the light was waning and she was starting to feel a bit lonely. She huffed, dropped the takeout menu on the counter, and went to the last room in their flat she hadn’t looked yet.

He’d kept their flat relatively normal, on the insistence of Torchwood. (It would take them weeks to undo any of his work should they decide to move, after all.) The only thing he’d managed to sneak was making their library bigger on the inside. After weeks of having towers of books on every available surface, she was grateful that he’d broken the rules.

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"Go on up to your room and change out of those trousers and give them to Hannah before mum sees that grass stain. Hurry on then, up the back stairs!" Her eyes tracked Tony as he scampered across the lawn, shaking her head with a smile. She knew too well Jackie’s righteous indignation at finding a perfectly good pair of slacks ruined by a scuff or a stain. The only difference was that Tony had staff that could help cover for him, where Rose as a child had to face the music eventually.

When a warm body pressed up behind her, she smiled happily and turned in his arms. Her own wound around his narrow waist, slipping into his back pockets.

"That grass stain will come out just fine, as long as they get to it within the next ten minutes." The Doctor kissed the tip of her nose.

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TARDIS Fic-a-thon: Bubble Wrap Room 

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He cursed as he knelt in front of her, muttering something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like “jeopardy friendly.”

“Hey, it could have been worse, right?” Rose teased, cutting off on a gasp as his fingers probed at her swollen flesh.

She hadn’t meant to, it was just that… well… the ground had been completely uneven. She hadn’t been wearing the forty-third century anti-gravity heels, nor did she have his frankly alien sense of balance (nor the protective heavy-leather boots he went everywhere with). So somewhere along their flight from another angry hoard, she had tripped and twisted her ankle. Her cry had notified the Doctor, who’d wasted no time in scooping her up and finishing their dash to the TARDIS.

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In the Darkness We Create: Chapter 11 

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Warning: This chapter contains character death.

Rose flinched back as his weight collided against the door, a few more thuds echoing as he pounded his fists against it. Listening to him rage like a trapped animal, like he had used to do every time they’d gotten thrown in some tiny cell before they’d been separated, the weight of everything that had happened flooded into her, she sank against the wall.

Jack. He really was gone this time. And the Doctor… She hadn’t even known to miss him, but now she was trapped with this maniac. Trapped alone, with no avenue of help, comfort, or escape.

She traced a lingering bruise from their last night together on her wrist. “What happened to you?” It was only when her voice broke that she realized she’d begun sobbing.

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In the Darkness We Create: Chapter 10 

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Warning: This chapter contains character death.

Rose brought her knee up between his legs, connecting hard against him. He let go of her with a grunt, stumbling away before he collapsed. He was blocking the way back to the TARDIS; with only a second’s hesitation, she ran for the black door that hovered a few feet away.

As soon as she stepped through the doorway, the rocky terrain melted away into rolling hills of red grass under an orange sky. She’d stumbled across the Gallifreyan room in the TARDIS once by accident and knew in an instant where she was. A forest of silver-leaved trees caught her eye and she dashed towards them.

Just as she got behind the first row, the Valeyard’s voice echoed after her. “Rose, don’t!”

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In the Darkness We Create: Chapter 9 

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She let out a squeak of fear, stumbling backwards even as the Valeyard stormed towards her, catching her tightly around the waist. “Leave her alone!” Jack yelled, running towards them. But the Valeyard didn’t even spare him a glance, just hauled Rose into him and off the floor; one hand reached out almost boredly, flipping a switch on the console.

A sizzle ran through the room as sparks ran across the floor. The high voltage caught Jack; his body seized up, eyes rolling back into his head as he convulsed, then dropped to the floor. Rose screamed, thrashing against the Valeyard. But he didn’t even flinch, just held her tighter and walked out of the console room, throwing open the doors.

The planet before them was rocky and uneven. Not even a bird chirped, not even an insect buzzed in the quiet evening. Rose looked up, watching in terror as the stars and planets spun around them.

“You wanted to ruin the surprise?” His voice was startlingly soft, yet still heated as he stared down at her. Those warm brown eyes holding such cold, distant fury terrified her more than anything she’d ever faced. “Very well, I guess you’ll see my little project early.”

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In the Darkness We Create: Chapter 8 

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The center of the basin cracked open and Rose shielded her eyes against the blinding glow that spilled out.

“Rose.”

She blinked at the sound of her own name, staring up into the face of a woman. The raggedy dress, mess of curly brown hair, and smudges and creases around her eyes didn’t stop her from recognizing in an instant, “You’re the TARDIS.”

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In the Darkness We Create: Chapter 7 

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Her head propped on one hand, Rose watched the Doctor move about the room, pulling clothes on. He turned and caught her stare right as his fingers pulled his tie through the last knot. He sent her a sloppy wink and she answered with a grin. “I’ll just be off to do some repairs. You get some sleep.”

She nodded, and he hurried forward to kiss her once more before he left the room. As soon as he was gone, the smile faded from her face.

She slipped as silently out of bed as she could manage, pausing to listen for any signs that he would come back. She tugged a pair of jeans on and slipped a jumper over her head. She stopped long enough to pull her hair back from her face before peeking her head out of the door, glancing both ways, and hurrying away from the console room.

The library was eerily quiet as she shut the door behind her. Her eyes scanned over the towering shelves that disappeared into a labyrinth, and she huffed in annoyance. “Sure would be a lot easier if I knew what I was looking for.”

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