Fan fiction by 
Happyhour
posted
11 months ago
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I know some of you can't see this on the actual BBC website, but if you live in the UK you can find this story here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/s4/misc/advent08/december_11
Also, if you can't access the site, part one of this story can be found here:
http://www.fanpop.com/spots/doctor-who/articles/7230
No. 1, Gallows Gate Road. Part Two. Written by Rupert Laight. Illustrations by Brian Williamson.
The Doctor heard a distant voice. A young woman. 'Is he all right?'
'He still looks very pale,' said another voice. 'Hold on, I think he's coming round.'
The Doctor sat up, and reality span into focus. 'I'm fine now,' he said, still on the floor by the front door. 'I think I won the battle.' And he began to recognise the residents of Gallows Gate Road - Miss Gibbs, the Major and the rest - as they looked down. 'One of you is an alien!'
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Fan fiction by
Happyhour
posted
11 months ago
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I know some of you can't see this on the actual BBC website, but if you live in the UK you can find this story here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/s4/misc/advent08/december_04
No. 1, Gallows Gate Road. Part One. Written by Rupert Laight. Illustrations by Brian Williamson.
The first thing the Doctor heard when he woke was the sound of something tapping at a window.
He sat up in bed, ran a hand through his tangled hair and stared around him. Where am I, he thought. This isn't the TARDIS. It's a bed. A very uncomfortable bed. What am I doing in bed? I haven't got time for bed. This is madness.
The Doctor tested his memory. The last thing he remembered was... well, what was it? The TARDIS. He remembered the TARDIS. He'd been at the console when an alarm sounded. An alarm to indicate what?
After that, everything was blank.
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Fan fiction by
Dearheart
posted
10 months ago
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He took every wound, sorrow, regret and crime upon himself so that we wouldn’t have to.
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[i]Words can’t go far enough to describe him.
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the day, and the storm and the heart of the sun. He is ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe.
And...he's wonderful.
He came to our planet as one of us. He walked among us, breathed our air, cried our tears, felt our joys and knew our fragile hopes and dreams. He reached into our dark and troubled world and healed our sickness, our blindness, our brokenness; and everywhere he traveled, lives were changed. He had no home and there was no one else like him. He never stopped, never stayed, never asked to be thanked. And when he saw we needed a savior, without one complaint, he took every wound, sorrow, regret and crime upon himself so that we wouldn’t have to. For us, he fought Death itself...and won.
My life was nothing until I met him. He took me away, kindled a fire inside me and showed me a better way to live. He gave me a new joy and a new purpose; a reason to hope in the midst of despair and laugh in the face of danger.
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