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Clouds: Part 3 The Doctor shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Come on, come on, come on,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, his eyes growing tired from not blinking for so long, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. The sonic whirred tiredly in response, once again having to endure its master’s noble stubbornness. It knew long ago what the Doctor just figured out. Or rather, was now willing to admit. This wasn’t going to work. The Doctor sat back on his heels, running his fingers through his hair as a stifled sigh escaped him. He rested the sonic on one knee, fingers still clenched tight around

Clouds: Part 2 A hallway and a pair of automatic sliding doors later, Jack found himself standing on an elevated walkway, the wall to his right giving way to a giant window. Once again, he found himself in pure shock. He nearly dropped his staff. He definitely wasn’t on Earth anymore. Because there it was, its blue-and-green face staring right at him from beyond the glass, nothing but a black void and distant stars as its backdrop. He was in space. And this. This…place he was in. It was a space ship. And those metal men. Were they…aliens? To add to the situation, he had no idea what point in time that The Doctor had

Clouds: Part 1 The last thing Jack remembered was The Doctor screaming out his name. He blinked several times, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. There was a painfully tight knot in his chest. His head felt numb and yet throbbed all the same. His entire body felt as if someone had taken each individual muscle, pulled it past its maximum capacity and let it snap carelessly back into place. Did he even have the ability to move anymore? Only one way to find out. He willed himself to roll onto his side, slinging his left hand over to his right side to help prop himself up. His arms were lead, his torso an immoveable block of

Not So Alone: Part 4 Jack didn’t need to be told. Because, just before The Doctor spoke, what appeared to be a thick shadow sprouted from that of one of the trees, shooting itself towards the duo just as that single command escaped The Doctor’s lips. It was in no way or form friendly. The Doctor dashed towards the TARDIS, his long coat billowing out behind him. Not knowing where else to go, Jack followed him, firing a blast of lightning-like ice towards their unknown pursuer. The thing only came at them faster. The Doctor made it into the TARDIS safely, immediately turning around in the doorway and holding out a hand to the

Not So Alone: Part 3 Jack blinked a couple of times, his brow furrowed. He kept his staff aimed right at the man’s chest. “‘The Doctor?’” he repeated warily. “That’s me. Hello!” the man said, waving his hand in greeting. His toothy smile hadn’t faded in the least. “Doctor…what?” The man turned his gaze skyward, raising his eyebrows and turning the corners of his thin lips down into a half-pout, saying to nobody but himself, “Oh, not too often I get that one. It’s usually ‘Doctor who?’” He redirected his attention to Jack. “No, no

Not So Alone: Part 2 But then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Jack leaned forward as much as he dared, his lips pursed as he scanned the night sky for any sign of the odd object. In search of a less-obstructed view, he leapt down softly from his perch on the tree branch and onto the pond below, the still water freezing instantly beneath his feet, a thin layer of swirling ice sprouting from wherever he stepped. His search proving fruitless, he shrugged and turned around, a quick bout of Winter wind lifting him from his place on the water and setting him down on the nearby land. It was his eyes playing tricks, after all. A subtle

Not So Alone: Part 1 327 years. Well, it doesn’t look too intimidating when you put it that way. Three hundred and twenty-seven years. Now that seems to capture it a bit better. Seventeen years spent in the company of a loving family, a warm village, and never really growing up.  Seventeen years cut short tragically one fateful day while ice skating on a nearby pond. A life for a life. Seventeen whole years, forgotten, all to be remembered one day now ten years in the past. Seventeen defining years that continue to permeate every. Single. Day. And then three hundred years. Oh, how long that was. Three hundred years without a singl

Growing old. Perishing. Dying. Ceasing to exist. The grand finale. The inevitable final act. The end-all. Death. The Man in the Moon slowly opened his eyes. They were confused, at first. Tired and weary. But, as he began to smile, they filled with a liveliness that betrayed his true state, a boundless kindness shining in them. As if by an unspoken cue, the Guardians—all except Jack—seemed to relax. One by one, led by North, the four of them went to the Man in the Moon. Sandy floated at his right side, smiling softly. Tooth took a seat at the foot of the bed, crossing her ankles neatly. North took a knee on the left side, his

Twilight has descended upon the city. Where the light of a shop switches off, the warm one of a home switches on, altogether becoming beacons to the weary workers, ushering them home to a warm supper, good company, and shelter from the increasingly chilly air. Slowly but surely, with the last lights of day, the night owls begin to emerge, seeking out the bright neon signs of clubs. Seeking to have a marvelous time, filled to the brim with friends and fun. And then, laughter. But not a collective laughter. Not a laughter belonging to any earth-bound human, for that matter. It echoes throughout the wintery air, bouncing off of the oriental bu

The moon-rock door swung open as the five Guardians came closer to it. A giant aquamarine glowworm with a kind face greeted them, standing just beyond the doorway and inside the lunar house. He ushered them inside, welcoming each of them individually with a deep and gentle voice, calling them by their full names and their Guardian titles. The door was smaller than your average door, forcing the five to enter one at a time. North barely managed to squeeze his large figure inside. Both he and Bunny had to practically fold themselves over in half to avoid hitting their heads, too. “And lastly, but most definitely not leastly, welcome, J