'Time Was A Funny Thing, She Had Found Out. And Apparently Much More Complicated Than She Ever Anticipated.

'Time was a funny thing, she had found out. And apparently much more complicated than she ever anticipated. She still wasn’t sure what was in that tomb, what had cursed her, but she was stuck with her consequences, and when torchwood had found her, well it was only a bit of a shock when they told her aliens exist, time travel too. Some aliens look like us, others don’t, some are friendly, others evil with hatred in their hearts. When Jack Harkness had offered her a ‘job’ of sorts, traveling through space and time, stopping disasters from wiping out whole planets and races, and saving people. It made the fact that she was supposedly going to live forever mean a little bit more, to know she was putting her life to use.'

'CAGED BIRD' A Doctor Who original fan story Chapter One coming later tonight

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Hope you’re felling Italian boys

I aspire to have this

oh, you’d die for her? i would live my entire life dedicated to her

Interesting.

hrmmm

Short from my story

The Doctor had come a long way from the reckless and borderline suicidal man he was in his ninth incarnation. But he still had moments of sadness.

Like the time the two of you were striding through a field, hand in hand, looking for an ancient cave network that housed 10 foot sparkling crystals.

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“This way, y/n. You’re gonna love this! The crystalline structures were formed from silica created by a huge lava pit that used to be here. They’ve been growing for thousands of years. Bioluminescent organisms in the molecules of the crystals make them glow!” The Doctor rambled on happily leading you over rolling hills.

“Doctor I think I see an opening in the hillside over there” You said pointing across the clearing.

“That’s the one!”

He began tugging you in that direction. The two of you trudged down, into a valley between hills.

He had stopped abruptly, forcing you to stop with him. You turned to the Doctor, fully prepared to tug him along impatiently, as he often did to you. But the look on his face made you pause.

Big, sad eyes, framed by his creased brow. You couldn’t quite place the emotion. You followed his gaze back to the scene in front of you. It was beautiful, sure, but not something you’d guess would warrant that look.

But as you took in the mountains, the sinking sun casting an orange halo around them. And the field that stretched out between you, it clicked.

His voice in your memory, leaned towards you and hushed, for your ears only. He spoke of his home. Gallifrey, with its burnt orange sky and giant, magnificent citadel. Incased in a glass dome. You could picture the resemblance.

You could now put a name to the emotion spread across his face; a bittersweet nostalgia., homesickness. Your gaze softened and you took a step closer to him, gently squeezing his hand.

The Doctor finally glanced away from the scene to meet your eyes.

“It’s beautiful here” You say, keeping your voice soft.

“It is, isn’t it?” The Doctor smiles down at you and begins walking again at a slower pace towards the cave.