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Normal? - A Tenth Doctor Story - Chapter 1 Part 3Later, I was sitting beside Martha on the back of an ambulance while the medics checked over our bodies for problems and complications "I'm fine" I tell them "sorry ma'am but it's mandatory to check all inhabitants of the Hospital" the woman checking me had said not looking too apologetic, I rolled my eyes and looked across the way, my eyes locked onto an out of place blue police call box I quirked my head to the side and then a girl ran up to Martha and gave her a big hug "Martha" she cried out "I thought you were dead, what happened?" she pulled Martha away from the ambulance and she spoke rapidly as they walked asking questions and all sorts of things, I turned my head away and blocked them out as I watched the box I noticed the Doctor walking to it, I smiled brightly and got off the ambulance as the woman said I could leave and say hello to my family and friends then go home, I only faintly heard her as I watched the Doctor turn ad either spot me, Martha or the both of us, he smile
Normal? - A Tenth Doctor Story - Chapter 1 Part 2Minutes later I heard a sort of squeaking, we were about to reach a corner "stop" I said "listen" The Doctor and Martha stopped and did as I said "leather" I whispered ducking in the nook of a door, "another thing about slabs" the Doctor said as the other slab past by "they always travel in pairs" "what about you?" Martha asks she likes him doesn't she? I ask myself reminiscing over the looks on her face around him yes she does I sigh I don't blame her, he is pretty good looking, and his personality is pleasant too "what about me what?" the Doctor asks "you haven't got backup, you must have a partner or something" she says turning to him he scoffs "humans, we're stuck on the moon, running out of air with Judoon and a blood sucking criminal and your asking personal questions. Come on" he whispered "I like that" Martha said sarcastically "humans still not convinced you're an alien" she and I get up from crouching and follow the Doctor, right as the Doctor turned the corner a Judoon was r
Normal? - A Tenth Doctor story - Chapter 1 Part 1Chapter 1-Martha and the Moon"Dr. Napier you are needed on floor 3 Mr. Stoker needs you to monitor his students with him, bring a clipboard to take notes on his teaching methods" I was in my office at the Royal Hope Hospital looking over all the notes I had on my newest patient when the secretary told me this over the radio Comm-link I had on my desk, I groaned and cleared my clipboard of my newest patient's notes and got a fresh pad of paper to take notes on Mr. Stoker's 'teaching' methods and how his students were doing, I was open for any Doctor to call on my assistance right now as I have just finished my last scheduled meeting with a patient, the new one, anyways back to the task at hand I stood from my desk chair and walked to the door grabbing my white coat from the coat rack as I passed it why does it have to be him I mentally seethed Mr. Stoker, the complete asshole who decided to criticize every single thing I did no matter if I did it correctly or not I took a deep breath a
Normal? - a Tenth Doctor Story - InformationName: Skye Lily NapierAge: 25Date of Birth: May 4 1981Species: Human, so she claimsLooks: Scruffy mid-back length, dull red-brown wavy hair; medium sized, almond shaped, royal blue eyes; wide thin lips, bottom wider and thicker than the top, corners curved upwards; Pale but tanned skin; long limbs; Tall height of 5'9.Family: Melvina Fiona Napier (Nee Scott, Mother) Lennox Ross Napier (Father)Friends: Malcolm McKinley (Best Friend) Paisley Wood (Best Friend) Hobbies: Reading, Running, Jumping, Gym, Science, Inventing, Taking walks, enjoying nature, learning, daydreaming, climbing trees, gymnastics, writing.Favourite Colour(s): Green, Red, Blue-violet, Blue, Purple.Background: Skye was found on her parents' doorstep at the small age of 3 months old at 11:00 at night, the doorbell was rung and yet the only one seen was the little baby in the basket staring quietly at the door with curiosity shining in her bright blue eyes. Melvina Napier had opened the door in her robe
Sherlock: How to Say I Love YouTitle: How To Say 'I Love You'Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/JohnSpoilers: A Scandal in BelgraviaRating: PGWarnings: noneDisclaimer: Sherlock belongs to Stephen Moffat, Mark Gatiss, and Sir Aurthur Conan DoyleSummary: Irene Adler imparts some final wisdomThey were standing on an airfield in Pakistan, him and Irene Adler. She was about to leave on a plane to America, full of homebound soldiers."I imagine this is the last time we'll ever see each other," said Sherlock."I imagine so," said Irene with all the sentiment Sherlock had, which was none, as they both liked to pretend. "Well
It's been fun. Thanks for saving my life.""I was in the area," he lied.She turned to go, but stopped. "You know when you told me you'd never begged for mercy in your life?""
Yes." Sherlock was confused as to what this had to do with anything."You have though.""I have not," Sherlock scoffed."Yes you have. I saw you.""When?""In my sitting room. When they were going to kill John if you
Sherlock BBC- SociopathEyelids shot open, revealing frightened irises of silver-blue darting back and forth, searching for the source of the loud noise like the shattering of china or glass which had awoken the nine-year-old Sherlock Holmes. Another shatter from upstairs and raised voices; Sherlock winced. It was happening again tonight. Through the floorboards, the voices of his mother and father were quite muffled, though recognizable, but Sherlock tried to block them out. He didn't want to hear them again. Not tonight.The voices got louder and Sherlock wanted to scream- to race upstairs and scream until his lungs ached- to get his parents to notice how much they were hurting him and just STOP. Instead, Sherlock shut away that aching part of himself in a little cage in the corners of his mind where its cries could not be heard and tried to go back to sleep.After lying awake in his bed for what felt like several hours but was truly only ten minutes, Sherlock could not stand it. He got out of bed quietly a