It was three weeks before Friga would even contemplate the idea of Tegan leaving. Tegan complained the whole time, of course. “It’s nothing personal,” she’d reassured Nyssa unnecessarily, more than once. “I like having the chance to spend time with … Continue reading →

The TARDIS knew him too well, she did. Knew he handled enforced inactivity about as well as he did solitude. More often than not, she indulged that particular quirk: taking him where there were worlds to save and wrongs to … Continue reading →

Tegan had never much bought into the idea that being close to death made one appreciate life more. Honestly, she’d considered it so much rot for the better part of her life. Travelling with the Doctor, they’d come close to … Continue reading →

They fell into a routine in the days that followed. Mornings would see them go their separate ways, Nyssa to tend to her usual duties around the station while the Doctor continued tinkering with the TARDIS. When she was done, … Continue reading →

Saving herself or saving him: was that what she was doing, then? Truthfully, Nyssa wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking, to take the Doctor of all people into her bed. Thought likely hadn’t entered into it at all–hers or the … Continue reading →

He was burning. Burning from the inside out, just as the world had burned around him, exploding in a flash of fire. He could feel his hearts sizzling inside him as the flames licked his face, devoured his hair, consumed … Continue reading →

Everything hurt, and breathing in particular. At first, the Doctor’d thought it must be related to his latest regeneration, a sign that something had gone wrong. Any moment now, he’d collapse on the floor and death would finally, blissfully claim … Continue reading →