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"Stay here." Rory put his hands on Amy's shoulders,"Please. Just be safe." Amy nodded and clutched the baby close,"Rory, you can trust me.." He kissed her steadily,"I know I can." He put a hand on Melodie's body. She squirmed in her white blanket, teeting and crying. Amy rocked her back and forth in her arms, calming the baby down. "Protect her." She hugged Melodie close,"I will." Rory got up and unsheathed his sword. His Roman armor glistened like a sunset in the dim light, his red cape shimering behind him,"The Doctor needs me, and we both know he can't survive on his own." He sped off down the corridor.
The Doctor looked sternly at River Song,"Who, exactly, are you?" "Your going to find out very, very soon, dear." River smiled, and that made him snarl. She paced around him,"You seem to be in a bad mood today." "yes, of course I am. Right now, my two best friends just had a child, and my enemy is advancing towards the lines
so no one cares for what I write, fine...."Tell me, doctor, please." Her hand reached up and stroked my cheek lightly. I looked at her questionly,"So..you've seen me before?" Her hand fell from my face,"You don't really know who I am?" River's eyes fell to the floor. I knew she was in remorse, and I had been the cause of it, well, I thought so. I shook my head, taking my glasses off,"Sorry, but..no. Who are you? To ME who are you-" She put her finger on my lips. I didn't like it, but she was warm, and something about her seemed warm, and TimeLord. She whispered into my ear,"Spoilers." I didn't know what she meant, but I didn't question the topic farther. What bothered me was what she had said earlier to the leader of the mission...I trust this man with my very life, and do not hesitate to give mine for his. You can addicted to a certain kind of sadness, and she had one, that I saw. I turned back to her. The way her hair seemed to glow in the light, her face, her stance, it seemed all too familiar. I didn't know her, tho
Wholock : The Game is On : Chapter 1Door creaks open. He watched the sun set from the tall glass window. Another man walked into the room, holding a cup of tea in one hand, and a plate in another. The one at the window turned around, ruffling his own golden hair with his fingers,"You Came. I am actually surprised..." He smiled,"Not." The man smiled and took a seat in a lounge chair, sipping his tea,"Harold Saxon?" The man nodded,"Jim Moriarty." Harold smiled,"You helped me become Prime Minister, how could I forget a face like yours?" Jim let a smirk escape his expression as he took another sip,"You have the preparations ready?" "Ten years we planned this, I even built a Paradox machine to let some of the players, well, join in." "Clever, as always." Harold smiled,"Now, now, not is the time to flirt..well not just yet. Business to be done, of course." Jim stood up and walked to Harold's desk. The brown desk had assortments of papers on it, written notes, signs, signatures. He picked some up, his eyes skimming as fast as l
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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