1899 - A town has got caught up in a war between two gangs, both of them trying to get their hands on a deadly weapon. Will the Doctor be able to stop them and save the town from more damage?

⚠️WARNING!: Contains/Will contain sex/sexual themes. Do not read if you're not mature enough to handle sexual content!⚠️ After Amy and Rory have gotten married. No Clara or River some Amy/Rory in and out. Original characters and/or aliens may be included in the story. Comment if I should continue the story, or if you liked it. I try to update at least 2 times a week, some weeks may be less, some there may be more. So keep checking back on the story for more.

„Come on.", the Doctor said pulling me by the hand, leaving our hiding place and heading straight towards the cages. Since we only saw the backsides of them we didn't know what to expect.The Doctor walked around the cages and pulled me with him until we were standing exactly between the cages. A gasp. The Doctor didn't say a word, there was horror written allover his face. I clapped my hand over my mouth. Pure terror was in my eyes as I looked around. The Doctors' grip on my wrist had become so hard I almost feared he could break it. The source of the noises, and what was in those cages, were humans.

The TARDIS is missing. Fenric is winning. The endgame is now.

The TARDIS destroyed and nightfall rapidly approaching Clara and the Doctor's only hope is to make it to the forest before the darkness comes. Having been injured from the crash, both the Doctor and Clara are struggling to survive. Hand in hand, they face the storm.

Chelsea has never heard of the Doctor. She doesn't believe in aliens--she believes in fact. That is, until the TARDIS lands in a vegetable patch below her window. Suddenly, the stars are impossibly close, Cybermen are invading London, and everything she has never believed in has come to life...including her past. Chelsea Briton is not who she thinks she is. And she is going to remember. (Note: I'd bloody love to own Doctor Who or be as ridiculously talented as to paint the timey-wimey cover art but the fact remains I did not. BBC owns Doctor Who, and some brilliant person painted the cover picture. Thank you, whoever you are!)

Clara Oswald is not herself. In fact she is very much the opposite of her peaceful loving self. The Doctor has to find out why before she single handedly wipes out the human race. But Clara's on a mission to destroy the Doctor. He just might have to kill her first.

A wholock story in which Sherlock is overrun with mysterious and unsolvable deaths and eventually gives in and becomes obsessed with an odd stranger to escape the defeat. Meanwhile the Doctor has also come to a dead end of ideas and is secretly battling depression after the heart-crushing event of losing Amy and Rory. So when he hears about a detective that never fails to solve a case he seeks him out to receive help in catching a rouge alien with deadly camouflage abilities.

When the universe is on the brink of destruction, it's up to a rag-tag group of underqualified misfits to lead the revolution against the most unlikely and most dangerous villains in the universe. Now it's in the hands of a madman and a sociopath forced into a 67 Impala to set things right again. [ SUPERWHOLOCK ] "Where are we?" "I don't know, Sammy, but it sure as hell ain't Kansas." Above their heads in that old deserted city hung a torn white banner, and on it was written in bold red letters, "I BELIEVE IN TEAM FREE WILL."

There was a goblin or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless terrible thing Soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world. {Heads up: I've recently made this story mature for its suicidal themes and gore. If you have any concerns (I'm not sure why you would?), feel free to message me, I won't murder you, I promise.} {Also the first few chapters are kinda cringe so prepare yourself (＾ν＾ )}