𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. doctor who. no specific season.

**Currently being rewritten under the name Fight or Flight** "So, what do Time Lords pray to?" Amy asked reluctantly. Well? Do you know? Because he did. And in that moment, his eyes may have fallen on someone to his left, who was a little taller than him in those freakish heels. The truth is, he had fallen for a superhero. Not any superhero who you would have heard of; her legacy has long since been erased. Even if you had heard of Ruby Oakley, you might well think that she is more of a villain, and no one would blame you for it- not even The Doctor. She's a woman who is absolutely insane: properly bonkers. She has been since she met The Doctor. Or, that's what he'd like to have believed. It's not that simple, of course. He's not sure of who she even is. Now, what is she? Well, no one quite knows. She's turning the story of seasons five, six, and seven of New-Who into something of a train wreck, and the mystery of her heritage is haunting every passenger on the Tardis. So, why is a small-town girl from Leadworth the one that even the last of Time Lords calls supernatural? Do you want to find out? NOTE: Graphic violence in a few areas. Reader discretion advised.

Some people may say she was a hero, but to her, she will always be the opposite. She will always be the girl who killed the Doctor.

Waking up in a hospital room with only a volunteer by her side, a young woman can't remember anything about herself. Henceforth, going by Jane Doe, she follows her new best friend, Martha Jones, on her journeys with the oddly familiar man who calls himself The Doctor.

"𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 " SOULMATE AU OC x THE 11TH DOCTOR

"And maybe this is why when Pandora opened the box that carried such calamities which inflicted all of mankind, gentle hope emerged too." - an excerpt of Nikita Gill's poem "Where Hope Comes From" or in which the timechild is saved and finds the timelord who regrets Pandora in Torchwood Eventual: Pandora (OC) x The Doctor (10th, 11th, 13th regenerations) SLOW BURN SOULMATE FIC

Hayden was cursed with nightmares. She had been ever since she was a kid. Then one day a tweed wearing weirdo comes up and basically admits his undying love for her before disappearing completely. The next day, he comes back to act as her substitute therapist and pretends that he knows nothing about her. Hayden believes he's either on drugs or is an alcoholic. But then he takes her away to show her the wonders of the universe and discover the mysteries in Hayden's life. Who knows what will happen? [AMAZING COVER MADE BY @_daunicorn !!!!]

"𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍, "𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢." 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍, "𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝."

Mary Perdita didn't know a thing about herself. That's not just seem deep metaphorical phrase, she really didn't. Mary Perdita is just a name that she made up. She doesn't know how old she is, she has no idea where she came from. The only thing she remembers is waking up in a dirty alleyway in London with a locket around her neck. That and the fact that she has some of the strangest dreams about the most insane things: Time ships and a planet surrounded by a glass dome...the death of two unnamed adults. Because of these dreams, Mary has knowledge of aliens races and history that she shouldn't have. Knowledge that ends up being true, as she learns when she begins to investigate strange goings on with none other than Sarah Jane Smith, which eventually leads her to the one person that might be able to figure out where she came from, why she has no memories, and why her dreams hold true other-worldly facts. Mary needs a Doctor...and luckily for her, she may have found just the man for the job.

Cassandra Oracle is a scientist. She calculates probabilities, maps out the differentials and keeps her findings to the fourth decimal point at least, in order to ensure accuracy. But when she gets accidentally transported to a universe she thought fiction (thanks to the machine. she'd been working on), with a head-full of foreknowledge she shouldn't have about events to come. (thanks to her obsessions with a certain TV show), she realises that some things will never be explained neatly and precisely. And mostly, that mad men in tie-travelling blue boxes really can make your dreams come true.