wickedrider98

"Doctor, are you sure about this?" you asked as you stared at the controls of the TARDIS, "I mean, it isn't like flying a ship..." "You're acting like I've never ridden a horse before," The Doctor replied as he he fiddled with a lever on the control panel. "Are you saying you have?" you asked. "Oh yeah, plenty of times. Well, a few times. Well, twice in this regeneration." "Only twice? In the hundreds of years you have been alive?" You laughed. "I said in this regeneration," The Doctor responded as he flipped some switches on the control panel, "Ah, here we are! Pandorica Stables, present day 20__!" You smiled and threw open the doors if

Athos woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and panting heavily. Another nightmare, another night of watching his friends die. He turned, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the bottle of wine at his bedside. "Athos?" a half-asleep voice asked from the other side of the bed. "____," Athos whispered gently, running a hand over his lover's h/c hair, "Go back to sleep." "Why are you awake?" ____ asked, "and why do you have wine?" The Musketeer shook his head. "I'll explain tomorrow," he whispered, knowing she probably wouldn't remember this exchange in the morning. ____ never remembered conversations she had late at nigh