"Doctor! Hey Doctor! Wait!" Surprised the Doctor stopped and turned only to feel a small body slam into his own.
"Alfie, I told you, you’re too young!"
"But Doctor I’m almost 6 now!" The small boy pouted, lower lip thrust out. The Doctor reached down and ruffled his already messy hair, kneeling to look at the boy.
"Maybe when you’ve grown." Alfie looked down disappointed. "Maybe when you’ve grown 5 inches, then you’ll be able to drive." The Doctor smiled gently. "Sound like a plan?"
"Definitely!" Alfie smiled back and waved as the Doctor slipped into the TARDIS and faded.
When the Doctor looked at himself in the mirror he could see nothing but the rolling red hills of home, of Gallifrey. There he stood with his family around him, no screams, no echoing calls of “Exterminate, Exterminate”, just smiles and excitement.
The Master saw only the Time Vortex, the sweet, silent whirl of time that would lead him to his peace.
Martha Jones, incredibly strong, doctor and soldier, Martha Jones saw her family. Her loving family home and safe and for once at peace with each other and there in the back. A boy, no a man, she didn’t recognize. He was dressed all in black with a charming smile and a fierce look in his eyes. She didn’t know him. Yet.
Laughing, Martha gestured to the Doctor’s face. “You’ve got a bit of powder on your nose.” The Doctor looked up with wide, happy eyes.
"Do I?" He reached up with a powdery finger to swipe it away, only smearing the white substance over his cheek. Martha sat back, shaking with laughter.
"No, no. Here." She said reaching forward with her napkin, removing the powder from his face. "Better," she smiled. The Doctor smiles back, before happily finishing his donut.
"Oi! C’mon, Space Man! Let’s go ride the Magic Mountain," Donna said, pulling her reluctant companion behind her.
The Doctor sighed, lowering the screwdriver slowly and still eyeing the large mouse in suspenders with suspicion, followed after her.
"I’M THE TEMP FROM CHISWICK! YOU CAN’T TOUCH MY SWAG! BITCHES DROP LIKE FLIES WHEN START TO NAG!”
"I’M THE MOTHER FUCKING DOCTOR AND I’LL BEAT YOUR LOCKS! WHEN I DROP FROM THE SKY IN MY BIG BLUE BOX!"
Jackie never really understood why Rose and Mickey liked DoctorDonna so much.
"You know Dean, the things I’m going to do to you don’t you?"
"Fuck you," Dean growled back at the man in the suit, licking at his sore mouth.
"Now you’ve got the right idea," purred the Master, biting the bloodied lip.
The small brown striped short-haired tabby cat batted playfully at his gangly and uncoordinated sibling. The smaller kitten mewled in protest, swiping out at the other cat and flopping into a small pile of fur.
"Ten, Eleven, here kitty-kitties," Idris said, curling onto the floor, hands stretched out to the kittens.
"May I introduce Sir John Doctor of Gallifrey to you Lady Idris?"
The tall gangly man bowed with a wobbly sort of grace in front of her and straightened with a nervous scratch to his cheek.
"Indeed," she murmured, holding the gaze of the nervous gentleman and winking at him as she rose from her curtsy.
Of all the angels in the garrison, there was only one who so completely baffled Castiel.
"Doctor, what are you doing with that screwdriver?"
"It needs to be more sonic, Cas."
What baffled Castiel about the Doctor was how much he enjoyed the company of this strange angel.