The Wolf and the Fiery AngelLost. Lost I was. In the dark, on the beach. Lost without her storm. The wolf, the Rose, so very, very lost without him. But no more. Haunches up, teeth bared, the wolf will hunt her storm. Through night and day, cold and dark, she will find her angel. Through worlds and universes long, to find her stormy angel. The one who burned a sun for her, just to say goodbye. Howl, howl, the wind has screamed. Lighting the way to her angel. Her storm. The lonely god. On the beach, she died that day, and the bad wolf was born, strong and fierce, and never giving up. She will hunt her storm till the end of time, till the end of everything good. She will find her angel, in the battle of Cann, with the red haired angel, the most important of all. She will die in the fire, like the people of Pompeii, she will fight like the gods, and will save the doctor once more, till the sleep of the dead, the angel is no more. When the angel is lost, the wolf will come back, back again, without the other.The Wolf and the Fiery Angel by tenthdoctor10
We've Got Mail!Amy and Rory are gone, but Time Lords are clever, and there's always a way to keep in touch...We've Got Mail! by Betawhofic
“We’ve got mail!” River caroled as she bounced into the Tardis, waving a handful of heavy vellum envelopes.
“Give me!” the Doctor ran down the Tardis stairs and snatched half the envelopes from River’s grasp, scattering others across the entryway floor.
River didn’t protest, she was as eager as he was to discover the contents.
They both sat down right there on the entryway floor and started opening envelopes.
The Doctor slit open a thick square envelope with his pinkie and pulled out the sheaf of papers inside. He quickly unfolded them.
“Hello, Raggedy Man, What’s up?”
Tears started in his eyes at that irreverent greeting, he grinned fit to bust and blinked his eyes clear.
“We got your last letter,” Amy continued. “Sounds like you put my daughter through the ringer. Really, you should know better than to take
Shower BaitRiver is fresh out of the shower. The Doctor is really not prepared.Shower Bait by Betawhofic
River stepped out of the Tardis bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
The Doctor “eeped” and slammed his hands over his eyes.
River laughed. That sultry, husky laugh that slithered right down his backbone. He kept his eyes firmly shut.
“Really, Sweetie,” she gently mocked him. “It’s not like anything’s even showing.”
He parted his fingers and peered at her, his eyeball went up and down. She was completely covered by the fluffy towel from shoulders to mid thigh. She even had a towel wrapped around her hair, like a big turban. Hardly a seductive outfit. But, oh, she was freshly scrubbed, and pink, and glowing.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
She walked toward him. His eyes got huge, he backed up, feet skittering on the floor, and thumped into the wall.
She reached up and casually unwound the towel from her hair, letting loose all those silky corkscrew c
BowlingThe Doctor talks River into going bowling, trouble is, he sucks at it...Bowling by Betawhofic
River pulled her arm back holding the heavy ball, stepped forward and swung, one leg sliding elegantly behind the other, her bum looking beautifully heart shaped in the tight fitting jodhpurs as her bowling ball rolled like thunder down the alley.
It crashed into the lead pins, just off center, and mowed down the whole swathe of blowing pins in one clamorous jumble.
“Strike!” River jumped around, fists in the air, bouncing with victory. Her hair and her breasts and her hips and the sparkle in her eyes all bounced together.
She was so happy he couldn’t be jealous, even though she was having a nearly perfect game and he was having a lousy one.
She bounced down the slight step from the waxed floor in the atrocious bowling shoes, and pecked a victory smooch on his lips. “Your turn, Sweetie!”
She had groaned when he first suggested they try American bowling. The loud rattle of pinba