When the Doctor surprises her one day, Savannah ends up going on one BIG adventure with him- to another planet, of course! When they arrive, they notice the people, trapped in the glass that serves as the ground. Savannah and the Doctor must climb a tower, each floor filled with a new fright, to reach the bell and set this species free. But when the tower begins to crumble, things take a turn for the worse...

~~FINISHED~~ Hailey Richards thought she was, at most, an average teenager. Save her dead mother and abusive father, of course. Her brother Skye is the only real member of her family; the only one she considers to be part of the Richards' household. Her father might as well not exist. But, without him, her life couldn't be the living hell it was.  Hailey wanted, needed to go to college, to get out of her house. In hopes of assisting his sister, Skye introduces her to and archery competition. Hailey was a master at archery, had been practicing for years, and had nothing to lose. Two hundred dollars may be a small amount, but is what Hailey needed to get closer, if not achieve, her goal.  Little does she know that fate has other things in mind for her. Hailey gets in a terrible car accident on the way to the competition and when she wakes up, she finds herself in the land of Middle Earth, surrounded by four, confused hobbits.  *based off of The Lord of the Rings* Made for fun, and no other purpose. I don't own "The Lord of the Rings."

Me occasionally releasing my anger in rants. Or telling you guys about my randomly weird life Won't be updated regularly Just when I want to Welcome to my world

John's never had a patient quite as broken as Sherlock Homes. Or as ignorant of the fact that he is, indeed, broken. He speaks rarely, and when he does it's this torrential flow of insults and hurt memories and sadness. He speaks like he doesn't know that he's broken yet, like he thinks he's fine, and superior to everyone else in the room. Maybe he is. John doesn't know. Maybe he's not as beautiful, and clever, and graceful as he believes. Maybe he isn't some kind of ethereal creature that John has had the honour of beholding. Maybe he's just broken. And useless. And alone. John doesn't think so. John thinks he's everything, broken man and all. * Sherlock's never done anything quite like dancing. When he was there, wood springing under his feet, soft and warm and secure, he was happy. Sure. But he didn't know then that he'd give anything to be able to dance again. To have the pain of crushed toes, blisters, aching and biting all the fucking time. He didn't know he'd miss it like he misses breathing. But he does. Sherlock forgets to breathe, sometimes.