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The Doctor's VisitThe Doctor's Visit
A/N: I don't own Doctor Who...the Brains of Moffet do. This is based on a dream I had last night. Probably a one-shot cause Doctor Who fan fiction seems a bit out of my reach at the moment. I do however...own myself...since it was my dream he showed up in.
It was like he showed up...but it wasn't the show it was just him. It was weird...I'll do my best to get it as close to my dream as possible.
I remember sitting on my bed, my dog Max at my side as I struggled to get through the opening few chapters of a new book I'd picked up. The medium sized black Pomeranian lazed by my legs while I absently scratched his pointed ears; only stopping to turn the page. It was late when I heard it, a strange sort of whirring sound outside. I looked up from my book and listened, Max's ears stood straight up and he tilted his head.
I slid off of my bed, in boxer shorts and a t-shirt because my room always seemed to get the hottest in the whole house. I glanced out the w
The Big Bad WolfThe Big Bad Wolf
Greymane manor was in shambles after the Fall of Gilneas. Cobwebs littered the darkened corners and molding around the walls. A dim sunlight filtered in from a large stained glass window at the top of the stairs, giving the room an light green look. Dust particles danced in the sun beams as Maelona Harlington entered the abandoned house.
She shook the rain off of her cloak and hung the garment on a hook by the door. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to get the chill out of her skin. Her jet black hair fell to her shoulders, it was streaked with red and a little went into her dark brown eyes. Her pale skin contrasted the dark purple of her velvet robe. There were splashes of a deep green in the clothing and embroidered with golden string around the large bell sleeves. An Athame hung at her side from a silk belt, the blade safely tucked into it's sheath. The jeweled handle of the knife reflected the sof
:Peacock Feathers - Chapter Nineteen:
As the sun rose the next morning, I stood on the main deck watching as we sailed into India. The desert sands beneath us went one as far as the eye could see. The alabaster buildings of Calcutta came into view and I helped the deckhands with the mooring lines as we floated into the Air Docks. There was a man standing on a platform, dressed in a well tailored suit. His skin was dark, tanned by the sun and his black hair was cut short. He wore glasses over his dark eyes and was looking at a pocket watch in his hand. He glanced up at us as we finished docking the Peacock.
“Good morning, my friends.” He said in a thick Indian accent.
“Good morning,” Ambrose nodded, Max came up from below decks after he'd turned the engines off. Mariel left the captain's cabin, holding a manifest in her hand. The paperwork from Al'Hasan it looked like. The man regarded us all in kind. I s
:Peacock Feathers - Chapter Eighteen:
The first thing that hit me the next morning was the heat. I opened my eyes and looked out the port hole, the morning sun hit me and I groaned. I reached over and closed the curtain. Max was gone, probably having got up early to work on the engines. Baxter had slept on my pillow the whole night. I nudged the little clock work dragon to wake him as I got up.
I went to the basin to wash up and opened my closet door. I opted for something simple to wear that day. Black cloth trousers, a white high-necked button down shirt with ruffles at the sleeves and collar, and an under-bust corset. I sheathed my new throwing knives in their contraption at my wrist and slipped another dagger into my boot. I pulled my mass of curly hair back away from my face and styled it into a messy bun at the back of my head. A few strands fell along side my face and left the bun but I really didn't care.
I made my way to the main deck, Baxter curled up behind my neck like a clockwork snake as I headed t
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