Sunshine People by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 21] Chapter or Story |
1. Chapter 1 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 3] (2642 words)
The TARDIS fell out of the Time Vortex, violently tossing both off the bed and toward the cold metal floor, sliding in one direction, then the other, bashing them on every side as it tumbled, whistling through some alien atmosphere.
It really was going to be one of those days.
2. Chapter 2 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 2] (1625 words)
Looking back up from the scrap at his feet, he came face-to-dome with something that made both hearts stop.
3. Chapter 3 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 2] (2087 words)
His brain’s desire to do something sensible was in direct contradiction to every molecule in the rest of him, which wanted to figure it out, and if he didn’t just do the ‘reasonable’ thing fairly quickly, his head might explode.
4. Chapter 4 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 2] (2165 words)
Rose. He didn’t know how to explain this. Oh yeah, sorry about that. She was swallowed up by an angry planet. My bad.
5. Chapter 5 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 2] (2837 words)
Unable to resist, he gave the girl a rushed hug that was really little more than crushing her to his side. "I take back every bad thing I was thinking about you, just now."
6. Chapter 6 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 2] (2201 words)
It was also growing successively higher pitched. “Why do the robots on a junk yard planet cease with their primary function of recycling metal and using organic left-overs as fuel, and start rebuilding themselves as organic-robot hybrids?”
7. Chapter 7 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 3] (2752 words)
When the Doctor hit the unforgiving ground, he decided he was going to develop a phobia about falling from great heights. He already had one, truth be told. In that brief second before he hit the ground, he’d always think ‘here we go again—another regeneration,’ and he’d be inevitably surprised when he hit the ground, and didn’t actually die.
8. Chapter 8 by spastasmagoria [Reviews - 5] (2455 words)
“Ooohkay.” Walking over to her, he put a hand on the back of her chair, suddenly realizing why the large packet of instructions hand-written by Rose, detailing ‘care and feeding’ for Violet, explicitly stated she was not allowed to make anything more complicated than a sandwich for herself (and not anything that involved a condiment or a knife).
Priming a planet to blow and destroying killer robots with their own cleaning devices seemed a little far off for the girl at the moment, or possibly a little Rain Man.