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Prodigy Love - Chapter 1September 2, 2258 AD/CE
San Francisco, California, United States of America
Anya woke to the buzzing of her clock's alarm. Groaning, Anya sat up, picked up her clock, and set the alarm on snooze. She fell back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling of her dormitory.
Two years had passed since Anya had joined Starfleet Academy. In those two years, the number of accomplishments that Anya had made increased in number. She passed all of her classes with flying colors. She sent shockwaves of astonishment through the commanders with her intelligence. And she received constant praise from her family, both at ho
Doctor Who - Twelve - 3"Get out!" came a yell as the tall stranger was forcefully discarded from the house by Rosie's father he spat out a mouthful of snow and defiantly shouted back; "I'm the Doctor, you know! I've saved the planet! I've travelled in time and space! I've seen things you could-" he trailed off slowly as the door closed and locked in front of him, the biting, icy wind now attacking his cheeks and arms, as he pulled his jacket around him; little protection, as it was around three sizes too small.
Wincing slightly as he attempted to walk in shoes designed for a person at least a foot shorter than him, he plodded awkwardly through the deep snow
Doctor Who - Twelve - 2"Alright! Lower it there! Slowly!"
A tow-truck, from the Foreman Haulage firm slowly began its gentle lowering of the old 1960's police public call box from its flat bed. A portly man scratched his head and watched it thud to the ground, clenching his jaw.
"Mr Foreman, you ever seen one of these before?" a worker commented idly; "A 'Police Public Call Box'"
"Aye lad, I've seen 'em before, but not for years. They was decommissioned ages ago." Foreman walked around the box slowly and tapped the side with his knuckles, "She's in good condition, for her age." A slight metallic pang echoed through the yard, causing the gathering to step backwar
Doctor Who - Twelve - 1As the first glimmers of the dawns sun reflected off the light sprinkling of snow across the gardens of a quiet London street, Rosie Pringle tried her best to will her body into action, fighting the warm comfort of her duvet. The sunlight was filtering into the room at just the right angle to be an incredible nuisance, shining onto Rosie's eyes. She grunted and turned a few times before sighing in frustration and throwing the covers away.
Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and sleepily trudged to the window, flinging the curtains aside, wincing slightly at the sudden flush of light into the room. Dressing within a few minutes, Rosie set foot on
Letter from the 12th DoctorHello,
You're probably wondering who I am, and why this letter has found itself upon your doormat (inner doormat I hope, otherwise your postman is rubbish) anyway. You have been exclusively selected from a lottery of about a trillion trillion bazillion million lifeforms to receive a special message!
Brilliant, isn't it!
No? Well at least I'm not the tax man, or your quarterly phone bill. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm the Doctor. I travel through time and space in a battered old ship (sorry dear) and I have seen all the wonders you could possibly imagine. I was on Skaro when the Thals still made a stand. I was on Mondas wh
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