Doctoroc Stories

When one song ends, a new story begins. The Doctor and the Alchemist have undergone their final Regeneration. Now, with their family found and the TARDIS racing forward, new mysteries rise from the cracks of time. Amy Pond. River Song. Clara Oswald. Names that should mean nothing-yet echo with danger. Nothing is as it seems, and ominous warnings about their future and past continue to accompany them on their travels. When the moment is right, will silence fall?

Just small notes belonging to my SCP researcher OC, Dr. Marz

God save me for I fear that what I am about to do will drag me deeper into the waters of hell. As if I wasn't already damned, it seems there are layers to sin and I may be peeling down to the worst of them all. Each sin I commit seems to bury me further and I can see the sunlight becoming darkness with every second. And yet, no weight falls on me, it is only I who swims down toward the sinful depths. [OC Fanfiction]

"He’s been running all his life .The last of the Time Lords or so he thinks.His name by the way is The Doctor. Just the Doctor. And me well I’m his best friend. My name is The Keeper; I’m a Time Lady. And this is the story of how I found and travelled through time and space with him. " *Please read and review. I’m open to ANY advice so feel free.*

!!! SPOILERS FOR THE ARCANA GAME, READ WITH THIS IN MIND !!! POV: You're Alistar and the countess wants you for some unknown reason Time: Plague times (Asra already left, and your the apprentice of Dr. Julian) Genre: uhhhhhh lore, but some fluff? 1,093 words All art is NOT mine, i did NOT draw any of it, its from the creators of The Arcana Game and downloaded from the wiki.

[to be continued with the release of The Pitt season 2] Two doctors. One emergency room. A rivalry forged in pressure and precision begins to fracture when a mass casualty event leaves one of them wounded-and the other unable to walk away. In a world of war stories and white coats, some battles are personal. [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Aidan Solanki x Dr. Jack Abbott

An ER shift is never sunshine and rainbows-but today feels like a descent straight into chaos. Follow Dr. Tara Javadi as she battles through the madness, finding moments of comfort and connection in the unlikeliest places. "You're like one of those flowers that grows through concrete," he says. Tara scoffs. "Did you just call me a weed?" "No-the pretty yellow kind." "Oh. A dandelion?" [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Tara Javadi x Dr. Jack Abbott