His first words on the Tardis were, “Does she run on gas?” The Tardis liked him immediately. She’s run more smoothly since Nate came on board. They still miss their destination, but it’s by decades and miles rather than centuries and lightyears. [Locked post, but community membership is open and unmoderated.]

Summary: The Tenth Doctor Era, told through the power of music!
Length: 6:58; .wmv, 118 MB or streaming on youtube

The best thing about being insane, Harold Saxon thinks, the absolute best thing, is never being surprised. Surprising, maybe, but never surprised. At least, he would have thought that if he weren't just a figment of the imagination, but that doesn't really matter; the Master prides himself on never allowing small things like insanity and unrealness to get in the way of a good idea.

The spot where they had parked the TARDIS earlier was suffering from a rather painful lack of time and space ships. Donna stared at the empty spot in front of her and tried to remember how to breathe. He left her. He bloody left her. That skinny, alien bastard.

You're going to love it, Donna, he'd said. A city in the clouds. It's absolutely beautiful!

Oh, it was beautiful, all right. Obviously the prettiness of the place must have gone to her head, otherwise she'd never have let the biggest trouble magnet in the universe out of her sight.

17 The Sarah Connor Chronicles, 10 Lost, 8 Star Trek, 5 Fringe, 5 Doctor Who, 5 Parks and Recreation, 2 Alien, 1 Conan O'Brien, 1 Chiwetel Ejiofor, 1 Lord of the Rings

Music: This is Gallifrey. Our Childhood. Our Home. by Murray Gold
Downloads: HQ on YouTube | Imeem | Mediafire ~55 MB .avi

The Doctor joins some Kings of Orient following a star, helps a quartet of sociologists, gets thrown in prison, meets shepherds (ditto: talking sheep), finds a baby in a stable, uses Christmas carols for nefarious ends, and learns The True Meaning Of Camel.

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So here they are in a market under the glittering evening sky of Bergezet, the Doctor walking on ahead in an enthusiastic trench coat sweep and Martha trying to peel something that has at least a passing relation to an orange, when an alien in a corner stall foists a digital flyer into Martha's somewhat fruit-sticky hands.

"Doctor," Martha calls, "I think someone just gave me alien email spam."

It would not be strictly accurate to say it's an accident that they bump into each other. Accident implies, well, that Rose hadn't spent many fruitful hours on Google, clearing out her cache again and again so it isn't just one long line of donna noble, sarah jane smith, martha jones. It isn't stalking, she reasons. It's not like she's actually going to go to the hospital where Dr. Jones works, and when she does go, it's not like she's going to follow Martha around to get a sense of what exactly is so special here, and when she -- right, so maybe it is a little like stalking. She can't decide whether to blame the Doctor or Donna Noble.

Faith stares. "You're kidding. You got a time machine?"

The Doctor leans against a coral strut and gives her a very serious look. "You'll never have been away. You can come back just a minute after you left."

"Well," says Faith. Her fingers itch and her spine tingles and goddamn, she needs a vacation. She can kick the Doctor's skinny ass if she needs to. Sometimes she hates how the world is so damn small. "What the hell," Faith says. "Why not."

The Doctor beams like the first sunrise after an apocalypse averted. "Welcome aboard, Faith."

Abby's past and present collide when she and a missing Admiral they're searching for turn out to have a mutual friend--the Doctor.

Song: Seamless
Artist: Archive
Spoilers: Through "Journey's End"
Size: 34.4 MB, wmv

Last night I dreamt of regeneration.
There was a beach, an ocean.

Song artist: Flobots
Summary: I'm the Doctor. Look me up.
File: ~80 MB .avi or imeem stream.

“It’s bigger on the inside, eh?” The Doctor said, cheerfully, as the TARDIS crackled to light and life. “Mmm,” Draco agreed, non-commitally. “Impressive. If you’re into tacky Extending Charms.” “The TARDIS exists in multiple dimensions of space that overlap precariously to create the illusion of a fixed point in any given time-stream that we choose to physically manifest into.” Draco listened politely and then raised an eyebrow. “Right. And you choose to-- ah-- physically manifest as a Victorian police-box?” The Doctor grinned again. “Yeah. Tacky.”

'Right then, where to next?'

'You choose.'

'I always choose.'

'Like you mind, bossy. Anyway, works more like you suggest, I agree, and then we end up somewhere entirely different.'

The Doctor manages to look wounded. 'I am perfectly capable of arriving precisely where I'd like to, thank you very much.'

Donna Noble rediscovers herself, Torchwood finds all sorts of useful technology, the Doctor and the Master just can't get rid of each other, the past doesn't stay where it should, and Time starts to heal.

Because, seriously, what kind of dumbo missed that? Not Donna Noble. Not anymore anyway.

"Do you want a spoiler?" she asks, lips whisper-light against his.

"I thought that was against the rules?"

"It is. I'm feeling naughty."

The Doctor catches her wrist and kisses it. "I like the sound of that."

Martha rolls her eyes, because he may be old, older than she can imagine (or not, because he's never said), there are times when he reminds her of Leo when he was twelve and impatient, and she was fourteen and wise.

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The Doctor smiled and titled his head to one side, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Why don’t we step things up a bit, then?”

“Blimey,” she muttered under her breath, “you two should just whip ‘em out, measure, and be done with it.”

"Faster," he yells. "Come on, Rose, put your back into it!" She runs, ignoring the sound of metallic footprints close, too close.

"You said blondes! Not this!"

"Yes, yes," he yells back, "I said some of them!"