#thedoctorssong

[solitudeoftime-archive-blog]

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[jennytimelady]

"I didn't kill anyone."

"I suppose that’s what every killer says to themselves" she retorted, obviously not believing her. River Song, the woman who killed the Doctor. Some would probably thank her for doing it. Jenny however was not one of them. Quite the contrary, she found stormcage to be a mild punishment at best. Maybe that was the soldier in her talking. That didn’t matter though, she had found her father’s murderer, she however had not exactly thought things through on what she would do at the moment she found her.

[jennytimelady]

♣

Jenny was a bit shocked when she saw River all of the sudden. She looked away as soon as she noticed her state of undress. Feeling a bit awkward, mostly because of the fact that River was married to her father then the fact that she was naked. “Hello” she spoke, keeping her voice even “i’m sorry. I think i’ll just come back later”

[jennytimelady]

[text] You’re not listening! This is important!

[Text] Important how?!

[fishfingersxandxcustard-blog]

"I found the note you left."

The Doctor paused. Ah yes the note. He hadn't actually meant to leave it where she could find it. But even if he had hidden it away properly, she would find it. To be honest he couldn't help this, he knew that it would soon be goodbye for them. And well she knew a lot more than  most that he hated goodbyes. So maybe the note to say goodbye was well the only way he could do this."River I.."

[xnovissimus]

Π& $ (OMG I'm such a girl!)

fluff and romance

good choice

everything i write turns to smut or angst there is no middle ground

[xnovissimus]

Reunion//The-Doctors-Song

This body was old when it was born. He was older now – so much older. He didn’t know how much older. He was alone. Time blended together, when he was alone – and he had been alone for so many years. Tired eyes peered out at the console from where he sat on the stairs. It was dark, now. He kept the light dimmed. Only the blinking of the console lit in the dark. The TARDIS was silent. He rarely moved these days.

The seaside had seemed a peaceful place to retire. Lyme Regis, 1850. Nice place, if you like fossils. The Doctor did, in fact, like fossils. It was a good preoccupation for an old man, no matter how young looking. The salty air battered the TARDIS exterior, and left the paint peeling and greyed. He was alone, and he had been alone for so many years.

Time moved on. He didn’t really care about that anymore. The universe could tear itself apart, for all he cared, so long as he had nothing to do with it. He sat in silence on the stairs in the console room, and waited for nothing at all.