thebunnyinthetardis

See Authors Comments for an explanation about this surreal and stylistically unusual story. Farm Song By thebunnyinthetardis For Al D and Boo Boo Your song is ending sir.  It is returning.  It is returning through the dark.  And then, Doctor… oh, but then…he will knock four times. "Your song is ending, sir.  Sir?  Hey, buddy, your song's ending." He blinked, forcing himself to focus on his freckle-faced, pig-tailed, gum-chewing dance partner.  She blew a particularly large bubble, pink and aromatic, and very sticky when it burst on the end of his nose. "Oh, golly, Doc, I'm sorry," the girl told him, dabbing it off his s

Winter's Kiss The light in the nursery was on. Rose Tyler paused outside the door, hand brushing lightly against the antique knob.  The faceted glass was like ice beneath her fingers.  It was cold in the wee hours of a November morning.  Moreso than usual.  The furnace was on the fizz again--along with half of the lights--and the cozy fire that had burned to simmering coals downstairs did nothing to dispel the chill lingering in the upper floors. She wasn't sure what woke her—what bright thought had twisted like a dancing flame into wintery dreams of far off places lost in Memory and Time.  Something.  Some small thing, extinguishing

       Starlight filled his eyes, the radiance of a billion, billion suns performing their intricate, cosmic dance just for him.  He floated free, turning gently, straying further and further into the shimmering reaches of Space and Time, engulfed at last in the splendour of the Medusa Cascade… Someone spoke his name. He blinked. The vast expanse of space was gone, replaced by the rotating blur of blue-green light twisting between the latticed structure that housed the Time Rotor Column.  The Tardis hummed softly, filtering the music of the spheres into a melody he had thought he might never hear again.  He inhaled deeply.  Something

        At first, the Doctor refused to talk to them.  Nor would the Time Lord accept any assistance with the controls as the ship was pressed for increased speed.  On they raced through the Vortex in pursuit of the other Tardis.  One that had apparently run amok and stolen its pilot.  When pressed, the Doctor told them, in no uncertain terms, to shut up and let him think.  A moment later those words were tempered with gushing techno-babble explanations about what could happen within the Vortex if the other Tardis was mortally wounded.  The words annihilation and The Howling figured prominently.  Neither sounded remotely promising to Rory.  N

Shimmering blue green light danced around the control room as the Time Rotor began to rise and fall, energies surging and splashing like it had before. Like it had when he had made a desperate bid to change what could never be changed. His heart beat hard against his chest and he tried very hard to ignore the beating inside his head.  The rest of his pain would have to wait.  Amy's last cup of tea before their departure helped. He rechecked every reading and adjusted the Earpod. Twice. All systems functioning within acceptable parameters. Good. Excellent. Now, carefully, carefully. Silver lights moved rapidly through the circuitry as the Tar

Jackie Tyler's assessment of the condition of his bedroom had not been in jest. The entire north-west corner of the historical manor house had sustained considerable damage. It would be encased in scaffolding for months. He entered the room cautiously, stepping lightly over the door which now lay flat on the floor, along with portions of the ceiling and much of what had been in the loft above--including a large wardrobe in which he had placed a number of items for safe keeping some years before. Well, he thought grimly, looking at the gaping hole in the plaster, it would save him the climb. Two flights of stairs had him nearly doubled over in