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Time Family Cover(s)

 Okay, so, this is what I've come up with in answer to bas_math_girl's request for a cover/covers for her series; Time Family.

That's the one for the whole series.

I also put together one that can be altered for the individual stories within the series:

I had the idea that this cover can be tinted, with different colours for each different stories. The images would all stay the same, but the colour would change.

What do you think?

Fanfic Covers

 All of my covers can be found HERE. Absolutely NONE of the Artwork is mine!!!

Covers include:

An Arranged Love - Phantom of the Opera
Autumn Sunsets - Buffy
Baby Love - Buffy 
Broken Angel - Twilight
Fear is the Mind Killer - Twilight
Heavenly Scent - Twilight
Help Wanted - Twilight
Her Way - Buffy
His Way - Buffy
Knowledge is Power - Harry Potter
Love Springs Eternal + Burning Days - Twilight
The Making of a Man - Buffy
The Real Us - Harry Potter
The Ritual - Harry Potter
Through Your Eyes - Twilight
Training the Cullen - Twilight
Vox Corporis - Harry Potter

Much, much more to come. However, if you're looking for a cover for any: HHr, Spuffy, Eric/Christine, Twilight (cannon), Doctor/Donna, Hades/Persephone, or Max/Logan fics, let me know, and I'll see what I can come up with.

These images are stictly for fun, the only bit of them that's mine is the font, and some minor editing. I do not own them. 

Fan Fic Covers

 Hay all!, okay, this is going to be the first of what I hope to be a series of posts. As you probably picked up from the title of this post, it is going to be FanFic related: I am a functioning addict, an as such, must feed my habit. ;D

Okay: How of you out there have eReaders? Or do you print out your favorite stories? Maybe you just want a pritty tittle page...

See, I'm one of those pesky cottagers in the summers, but, like most cottagers out there, we don't have internet  on the Trent (where my cottage is). Well, if I'm in the middle of a fic on FanFiction.net, that can be fairly irritating, as, normaly, I would have to copy & past the rest of what I was reading, and then, if it turned out to be crap, but I only saved that one story for the week/weekend, well, I'm SOL. 

Then came this incredable/mirraculous/ awesome discovery: FanFiction Downloader (click on the top one if the second doesn't work)

(The Site) http://www.home-eisele.de/downloader_e.php

(The Program) http://www.home-eisele.de/files/ffdl/Fanfictiondownloader406.exe

It downloads from:

- fanfiction.net
- fanfiktion.de
- checkmated.com
- portkey.org
- adultfanfiction.net
- Animexx.de (test)
- Fictionalley.org (schnoogle, astronomy....)
- Fictionpress.com
- FanFicAuthors.net
and it save the files as either a Document (.RTF) HTML or PDF. I personally prefer one of the older models, as the documents need a little editing. It has a bunch of these ##### ##### ##### ###### at the beginning of each chapter. But it's a small price to pay in most cases, and the creator is always updating the software.

Anyway, back to what I was saying...

Even though I know had a bunch of fics to keep me entertained, it was still a real pain in the ass to have carry my computer with me everywhere. And it wasn't really practical for taking out on the boat when you wanted a little quiet time. Never mind having to worry about battery power, and not being able to actually see the screen in the sun. Ya, it was a constant hassle!!

So, genius me; I decided that I would start printing my books. and yes, I mean like, editing and formatting, cropping margins, printing on both sides, then folding, clamping, gluing, and binding all of my favorite works. This was all fine and dandy ... for the smaller to normal length stories. But we all know that the deepest, and most engaging stories out there are freaking monsters!!!

One of my favorite all time fics is The Real Us by: Seel'vor. It was also one of my first prints, and my second biggest: it's 717 pages with a 13 size Andalaus Font.

My all time biggest is Vox Corporus by: MissAnnThropic. It is only 591 pages, but is in a 9 Time New Roman font.

Needless to say, this was an expensive, and time consuming process. And though I am very proud, and deeply love each and every one of my little portable creations: as a full time student without a job, it just isn't feasible anymore.

Enter the eReader.

I just got a Kobo: Chapters' version of the kindle. I really quite like it. it reads PDFs, which you can create by simply saving it in PDF format in word. so, problem solved.

Now then, after that long, involved, and probably unnecessary history; the purpose of this post:

I made/make covers.

Absolutely none of this artwork has been made by me. I simply put it together, and edited a bit in/with photoshop.

Human Instinct

Summery: Another alternate ending to Journey's End. Just something fun to make you smile. :D
Rating: G
Words: 1,199

Human Instinct

“No. No! NO! No, Doctor, no! You can’t!! No!” Donna yelled, her body jerking suddenly, and her arms flailing as she struggled in his grasp. She knew what he was about to do. And she was determined that she would rather be killed by the Time Lord energy, than go back to what she was before. She would rather die than forget all that she had seen, all that she had done, all that she had become…because of him.
Even though he had given her that, given her the universe and time itself; didn’t mean that he was allowed to take it back.

With one final shove Donna pushed the Doctor away; accidentally sending him crashing into one of the curved coral columns that appeared to hold up the ceiling of the TARDIS.

The Doctor’s face had the same look of total surprise as Donna’s when he bounced off of the column, and then disappeared through a gap in the grating.

“Doctor!” Donna screamed, racing to the four foot gap that he had fallen through.

Donna gasped in horror as she looked down to see the Doctor struggling for breath, as he pulled the sharp length of broken piping that had broken his fall, out of his stomach.

“Doctor! Oh god! Doctor!” Donna shouted, jumping down into the gap to hold him, and try to stop the bleeding.

“Oh, damn.” He wheezed, looking up at the ceiling. “Not again.” He huffed.

Donna realized what was happening too late, and was still holding him, as the gold-multi-coloured energy shot from his limbs.

With a shock Donna realised that she could, once again, feel the energy of the metacrisis flowing through her body. But this time on a much more massive scale. She could feel it in her chest, making it feel almost...overcrowded. And in her mind, she could once again feel the energy rushing across her mind, over and over, never stopping, a constant flow of energy.

Distantly, Donna remembered that the gift she was receiving was meant to be healing energy, and, while she wondered why it seemed to be concentrating on her heart and head; the more pressing question was whether or not the energy would work on a human at all.
As another wave washed over her, Donna prayed that it would heal her mind, and allow her to stay with the Doctor.


Just as they had planned.

As the energy ebbed, the Doctor and Donna lay side by side, breathing heavily.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” Donna mumbled, rubbing her hands over her face.

“Yeaaahh, well, takes some getting used to.” The Doctor said, shrugging as best he could while on his back.

Groaning, Donna sat up, and looked down at him.

“Doctor, are you alright?”

“Oh yeeaaahhhh!” He sighed. “I’m fine.” He hummed, closing his eyes.

“Doctor, I’m so, so sorry!”

His eyes popped open, and he turned his head to look at her accusingly. “Oh, right, that reminds me; wha’d you do that for?” he asked looking at her bewildered and just a little hurt.

“I didn’t mean to!” Donna blushed, fussing over him as she helped him up. “Part earth girl remember? Survival instinct.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged in apology.

“Right, no memory theft, noted.” The Doctor said flippantly, with a sigh.

“Oh!” Donna exclaimed, raising her hands to her head, as her knees went weak.

“Donna!” The Doctor cried, holding her tightly as he lowered them both back to the floor.

“Doctor...what, what happened? Doctor...” Donna murmured, releasing her head and looking up at him in wonder.

“What? What is it Donna, what do you feel?” The Doctor asked, running his hands up her arms and to her head.

It was unconsciously done, but as the Doctor reached for her head, Donna jerked back in his arms, pulling away from him. She was afraid that, even though her pain was gone and the crisis seemed to be over, he might act hastily and remove her memories before he realized that he didn’t need to.

“Relax Donna, I’m not going to touch your memories, I swear, I’m just going to take a little peak inside you mind, that’s all. Nothing to be afraid of.” He said reassuringly, looking into her eyes.

With a cautious nod, Donna relaxed and leaned slightly forward.

When the Doctor’s finger tips touched her head, both closed their eyes, as, unlike any time before, both could see the journey the doctor was taking through Donna’s mind.

“Incredible...” The Doctor mumbled aloud as they continued to travel her mind, both watching in wonder as it seemed to contort it’s self into new shapes and complex pathways in some spots, and healing and melding in others.

“But-but, but that’s not possible.” Donna whispered with a mixture of awe and fear.

Hearing her unease, the Doctor retreated from her mind, pulling her out with him. For a long second, they just stared at each other.

Then, in a flash of movement, both had a hand on Donna’s chest.

“Oi! Hands!” She yelled, slapping his hand away, and making the Doctor blush.

“Oh, right, ah, sorry.” He stumbled, raising his hand again, this time to her sternum. Both gasped at the feel of her double heartbeat.

“The metacrisis.” The Doctor breathed in realisation. And Donna’s eyes widened as well when she realised what had happened.

“There’s never been a human-Time Lord metacrisis...because there can’t be.” She whispered.

Excitedly, the Doctor picked up where Donna trailed off.

“That last regeneration, it was exactly like with my hand. I didn’t want to change, I just needed to heal myself; but there was nowhere else for the excess energy to go. I had to either use it and change, or release it. I had thought that by releasing it, it may just be absorbed by the TARDIS or simply disappear. What I didn’t take into account was that when you touched my hand, and absorbed the original metacrisis, what you had absorbed was my energy.”

Donna’s eyes lit up as she understood exactly what he was getting at. “It’s like the huron particles all over again!” She said with excitement, grabbing the Doctor’s hands and pulling them both from the grating, to stand beside the center console. “It acted like a magnet! The excess metacrisis needed a similar molecular structure to be absorbed into! But there wasn’t one; there was only the energy that I had absorbed from the previous metacrisis! Doctor! Does...does this mean what I think it means?”

The Doctor was grinning so wide Donna could barely see his eyes. “I dare say it does. You, Donna Nobel, are now Time Lord, or, Lady, I suppose would be the correct term.”

Grinning in return, Donna shoved him playful, “well, gee, thanks for noticing spaceman.”

“You’re welcome spacegirl.” He hummed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Understanding what he meant, Donna burst out laughing, and flung her arms around him; squealing with joy, when he spun off her feet.


The Doctor and Donna both shivered in excitement as the word, and all of its meanings and connotations flashed through their heads.


Story Idea/Challenge

 Summery: A serious take on an old joke: What if the Doctor and Donna were the last Time Lord & Lady in existence?

Story Idea/ Challenge:

Before the Time war with the Daleks, Donna was exiled from Gallifrey b/c she meddled with a set time line that was not to be touched. (Just like the Doctor does, But with ‘better’ results). When she was banished, the Delegation decreed that she would be placed on a “primitive” level 5 planet (SOL 3) where she would live out the rest of her long life with all of the abilities of a Time Lady, but without the means to interfere (don’t worry, she still finds a way to interfere :D). However, as one last parting gift, and as part of her punishment, Donna’s mind was closed to the rest of Gallifrey. Meaning, that she was rendered unable to hear the minds of other Time Lords. She still has the latent telepathic abilities, such as being able to hear the Ood. But where she used to be able to hear the whisper of other Time Lords in the back of her mind; their voices and feelings; there is now only silence. Because of this, Donna has no clue that Gallifrey has been destroyed/sealed in the Time Lock.

Like The Doctor & The Master, Donna had an “alias”. She was known as: The Librarian. When she was first sentenced to Earth, she continued to use her name; she even got a job at The British Library. However, after 80 years, Donna found that the use of her, now old, name, was too painful a reminder of her exile, and all that she had lost. And so, working in an environment that housed all of the best names on this planet, The Librarian “created” Donna Noble.

I may continue/start this story in the future, but it is very, highly unlikely. I would love, love, love to read this, or something like it. If you decide to take it on, please let me know!!!!! :D  

Personal Help?

 Ok, so, I have a problem.

This may seem like a stupid problem to be hurting over; but...well let me explain:

This last weekend, I went to Fan Expo in Toronto (Toronto's version of ComiCon). On the Sunday, the last day, I met this guy...And I think I fell in love.

For you to really understand the problem, I should probably give you some background story...

First off, I've never been in a relationship. Yes, you read right; I'm 21 and have never been in an actual relationship. I don't really have a definitive answer as to why. I know that I'm self contentious about my appearance, I have higher standards, and don't really know how to behave in a relationship and that fear of making a miss step and losing that person is crippling. So there are a few reasons.

The closest I've ever come to having a relationship was in college; it lasted little over 2 weeks. There were 2 reasons that I broke it off.
1) He was a horrible kisser. Every day, I would actually sit in the Caf at lunch and pray under my breath that I wouldn't see him, because I didn't want him to kiss me hello. I was angry that he had completely ruined my first kiss by coming at me with an open mouth. The thought still makes me shutter.
2) The second...some might find a stupid reason. He said that he loved me. Over the phone. A week and a half into the relationship. And I was... disappointed. I...I guess I have this rule: You can be in love at first sight, but you don't say it until at least a 2-3 months in. That way, the Puppy Love/Crush/Just Lust stage has time to either melt away, or grow into something deep and true. Even though I have never had that deep capturing love, I still believe in it. And I don't think you should tell a person you love them, until you actually love them; not just the person you imagine or perceive them to be. 

In the end, I ended up stressing myself out to the point of making myself sick, and so I ended it.

Before, I get into the real situation, I just want to address one thing, as I think that a lot of the responses that I'll get will be along the lines of: "You should just believe in yourself."

Being Self-contentious About My Appearance
I am a slightly bigger girl. Not obese or grotesque by any-means, but still bigger than a size 6 (try 18). I'm actually fairly okay with my size; I've accepted me. It's just apparently other people who find be unappealing.
Example I: I told my mother about Eric (the guy that I met), and the first thing out of her mouth was, and I quote: "That's great, does he like chubbier girls?"
Example II: When I was 14 my father told me, quote: "I don't care if you have to stick your finger down your throat, I want you thin and looking presentable."
Example III: When I was younger, the only way my brothers (who are 12 years older than me) would let me hang out with them, was if I reenacted scenes from the movie Tommy Boy, specifically: "Steph-y want wing-y." (My name is Stephanie, that's why that was apparently so funny.)

Okay, so, everyone clear? No reviews about; "You should just believe in yourself!" "You shouldn't listen to what other people say!" or "Looks don't really matter."
Looks matter to me. I think I'm beautiful. I'm curvy, have a great smile, and good personal hygiene. It's others that don't approve.

Okay! Now! On to the problem at hand.

As I said, I went to FanExpo, and met this guy, Eric. He was, without a doubt, one of the best looking guys I've ever seen. In my eyes, he was more hansom than Johnny Depp, Robert Pattenson (sp?), or any other movie star. Put together! (although, put together wouldn't really be very appealing at all, would it?)


This was a big deal for me, because I've never, and I literally mean NEVER been physically or esthetically attracted to anyone. Ever.

My costume was a vamp from Buffy. You know; bumpy deformed forehead, fangs, glowing yellow eyes, the works. Not exactly the sexiest thing I could have been wearing, and definitely not something that you fall in love with at first sight.

That's what happened to me. I think. Love at first sight. When I first saw him, he was joking around with some friends, dressed as the 10th Doctor, and pretending to use his sonic screwdriver to destroy a real live functioning Dalek. I couldn't see his face at first; but he was tall and quite lean, with short messy brow hair. Then he turned.

I think I purred.

You know how, when we're little, we have an image of what our ideal mate would look like; but we can never truly see their face, just imagine their features?

Well, when I saw him...it was like it all just clicked, you know? Like...I don't know...like the fog of my imagination had lifted and I saw the man that I had created come to life in front of me. That may sound overly cheesy or dramatic, but hey, I'm a writer, and that's the best way I could describe it. :D

Anyway, when he turned he had this silly grin on his face, and I couldn't help but grin too. I can just imagine how goofy I looked, laughing alone as I watched him and his friends goofing around. He didn't see me, or if he did I never noticed.

What can I say; I was infatuated. I tried to integrate myself into his crowd; he was trying to help someone that was having a gadget malfunction, and they needed a screwdriver. I always carry my pocket knife in my purse, so I walked over and offered to help. As pathetic as this is going to sound, and believe me, no one realizes it more than me, I swear I stopped breathing when he turned and grinned at me. It was one of those movie moments where your mind goes blank, and all you can do is grin stupidly back. Don't worry, I didn't embarrass myself. I didn't have time. As soon as I had the knife and gadget in hand, he patted his friend's shoulder and said something like, "she's gottcha" or "she'll help you", and walked off. I don't think disappointed or disheartened  are strong enough words for the strength of both emotions that came over me.

I did what I could for the guy with the broken gadget, but was unable to help fully. 

Dejected, I headed up stairs to the top floor. Earlier, I had been walking by a random booth, and stopped to look at what they had on their table, which wasn't much, and one of the girls just handed be a raffle ticket and said that the raffle would be held at 3:00, and the prises were 4 different BBC series seasons and a bunch of Doctor Who action figures and sonic screwdrivers. Now, I have been looking everywhere for the Doctor Who seasons that don't cost an arm and a leg. In this, they didn't have the seasons, but they had a box set of specials, that I already had. That's what I won, the specials.

Now, I ask you. If you won something, that you already had, and you know that the man you are "crushing on" (hate that term), is a huge fan of Doctor Who like you, what would you do?

Me? I'm pathetic, and did what I've always done to try and get people to like me; I gave it to him. (I don't mean I gave myself to people to get them to like me, but when I was younger I would buy my friends; candy when I was younger, then jewelery and gifts, then the money ran out, and so did the friends.)

I went up to him, touched him on the arm (I still get butterfly's. God I'm pathetic.), and asked him whether or not he already had it. He said no, so I handed them over. He grinned at me, and I swear to god, I literally melted. Seriously, my knees shook. I told him I was giving it to him because: 1) I already had it. And 2) He was the best Doctor I had seen.

Which was true on both accounts, but you and I both know the real, full reason, don't we?

I suppose I wanted to say something else; strike up a conversation or something. But I couldn't think of anything to say. I froze. I was sure that my silly little infatuation was written all over my face. So, like the quintessential Mary-Sue, I blushed, stuttered, and got out of there as quickly as I could. Looking back the whole way.

Once I got out of the crowd that had built up around us, and across the room, where I could observe without being in the way, I watched as he grinned like a little boy on Christmas. It was so sweet, I couldn't help giggling. First he tried to put it in his coat like he was stealing it or something, then he looked around him, and literally dashed (I didn't know you could do that out of cartoons or anime) to a few of his friends, showing them his new "treasure".

I like to think he was looking for me the few times his head whipped around as he spoke to his friends, but I think that he was just looking for who he was going to show next. After he had put his movies away, and I have pulled together enough resolve to get over my perceived embarrassment, I came around my "hiding place", and merged back into his group. From then on, he seemed to be all around me. 

I didn't have enough courage, or anything to say, to go back up to him, so I stuck near the guy who's gadget I tried to help fix. It seemed, to my wishful way of  thinking, that as soon as I "reappeared" in his group, he was always close. Even though I was talking to someone else, every time I would look up, to find where he had wandered off to, I would find him close by laughing and talking animatedly with more of his friends.

Eventually he came back over to talk to me, well, us I suppose, as, by this point, I was part of a small group.  I did my best to keep up with the conversation, but unfortunately, I hadn't seen nearly as much Doctor Who as the rest of them had, and on top of that, what I did know was a nearly even mix of the show, and what I had read in FanFiction. Needless to say, I was so glad when the language part of my brain told me to just shut-up and listen, and stop making an ass out of myself. 

Any way, that's pretty much how our interaction ended. As we were all talking, he would wonder off, go talk to someone else, or pose for more pictures. But he always came back. It was like he was checking in, making sure we were okay.

Eventually, his group decided to leave. And not only did I not get the chance to say goodbye, but I didn't get his name either. As he was leaving, I was stuck in a conversation that I couldn't politely get out of, so I was stuck just watching him go. As soon as I could, I bid the girl I was talking to goodbye (she seemed to be quite happy with my leaving now that I think about it...) and rushed out after him as quick as I could without knocking someone over. But when I got to the side walk outside the building, I couldn't see any of them. Not him nor his friends. I started walking towards the train station, in the ardent hope that he might be taking the train home as well, and if I was extremely lucky (which I usually am) he might even take the same train as me; and then I could get his name!

But no such luck. No Eric, no big group of friends. Nothing.

I felt sick to my stomach, at the thought of that brief (and, albeit, one sided) interaction being the only one I would ever have with this amazing guy.

So I did what any girl would do. I jumped on Twitter. My exact entry was: "I think I just fell in love with a guy at fanexpo. He was dressed like the 10th doctor, and I didn't get his name. I am desperate to find him."

And guess what...someone did. :D Simply by chance, this wonderful girl managed to pick up my post before the Expo was over, and found him. Unfortunately, she was unable to get his name, and deemed that "he will forever be the elusive 10th Doctor."

But I wasn't about to give up just yet; in the next day or so, people would start to put up their pictures of the Expo, and surely he would get posted, and someone would tag him, and then I would get his name, and could add him on Facebook. (Anyone creeped out yet? Ya, me too.)

In the end, I didn't actually have to wait that long. The girl from twitter messaged me back the next day around noon. She had found him.


So, I added him to Facebook, he accepted, and Tuesday night, we chatted for hours.

Last night, I rushed home from work, logged on, and waited. He never showed. 

Tonight, as I sit here writing this, I have been on for roughly 7 hours. He was on.

As I had initiated contact nearly every time before, I wanted to give him a chance to be the first to speak. You know, I just wanted him to give me even the littlest fraction of a hint that maybe, just maybe, some tiny, minuscule, fraction of himself felt something...anything...for me in return.

He was on for about an our or so, and logged off without a word.

Journey's End - A Rewrite

Title: Journey's End - A Rewrite
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Author: Serdd
Rating: G
Word Count: 1910
Spoilers: Journey's End
Summary: There had to be another way, there is always more than one option when it comes to saving a life. The answer this time, is just a little more complex. How do you save Donna Noble? Don't try.
A/N: I am extremely new to Doctor Who, and haven't even seen this episode. I have merely based it off of what I was able to glean from other fan works, and shape it into what I wish would have happened. If anyone reading this would like to take it one and continue it I would love to see what others may come up with.

“NO!” Donna screamed, pushing him away as hard as she could, and stumbling to the opposite side of the TARDIS.

“Donna-“ The Doctor pleaded, his arms out stretched as he took a slow careful step towards her.

The pain that was now starting to rip through Donna’s head and the rest of her body, was crippling. It took all of her flagging strength to stay standing and even then, she was using the center console to hold herself up.

“No.” She said in a firm yet quivering voice. “I won’t let you Doctor. I won’t let you take my life from me.”

“Donna, stop it.” The Doctor said, taking another step, to witch Donna countered.

She knew that he could have easily dashed forward, jumped the edge of the console, and pined her down in order to take her memories by force. But she also knew that, for her “own good” or not, he would never force her to do anything she truly didn’t want. And whether it meant the end of the world or not; she truly, with everything she had, did not want this.

       “Donna, please,” he begged, trying to stare her down, agonized at the pain he could now see was physically distorting her body. “Donna, please, I can see how much pain you’re in. Please, please let me help you!”

Donna mustered up the strength to glare at him, and shuffle just a little further away from his slowly approaching steps. “Stay away from me, or so help me I will find a faster, messier way to kill myself.”

The Doctor stopped his creeping approach immediately and stared back at her in horror. “Donna! What-no-you don’t-“

       “You’re damn right I mean it! So you just stay right the bloody hell where you are!” She hissed, clutching her chest in agony, as waves of pain rocked her system. She could feel the power of the Time Lord working it’s magic on her body, and as another wave washed over her, she imagined the final result; no more cold, no more loneliness, no boring normal life...‘that’s right Donna, just focus on the end result. Sure it hurts like a bugger now, but think about later, when all that pain has washed away...think of the freedom. That’s a good girl. Concentrate on that...’ Donna coached herself in her racing, overcrowded, mind.

Another wave of pain shot through her sending her to her knees. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the Doctors converts rushing across the grates to her side. However, it wasn’t until the pain had receded slightly and she was able to feel his arms around her, cradling her to his chest; that she fully came back to herself.

With an animalistic cry of fear and anger, Donna somehow found the strength grapple out of his arms, and roll a few feet until her side hit the bottom of the center console, where she pulled herself into a fetal position, and glared at him distrustfully.

The look he gave her, so full of pain, sadness, and fear, caused her to look away from his eyes, and instead focus on his hands, that looked to be shaking as bad as her own.

       “Stay away from me Doctor. I mean it.” Donna rasped, whimpering as another burning wave washed through her system. She could feel it so clearly now, like liquid ice flowing through her veins and over her muscles, shocking every cell in her body. It was an ice so cold it left molten burns in its wake.

       “I know what’s happening to me.” Donna rasped as the pain seemed to recede when she used her mind, only to crash into her stronger than before.

She knew, that as soon as she finished explaining her side to the Doctor, the pain would render her unconscious. She knew that she only had one shot at this. She had to make him see. Make him understand.

       “I know that this could kill me. I know. I know.” Donna took a deep shuddering breath, seeming to fortify her strength. “But I also know that you have a universe to save. And that you aren’t thinking clearly.” She ignored his look of confusion.
       “I don’t hold it against you; you’ve been confused and absentminded a lot lately. And I understand that too. I know that there are a lot more important things that you need to focus on right now, rather than me. But you needed to focus on them, I didn’t. While you were working out your priorities, and the best way to help me, I was solely focused on me; different options, next steps...odds.” When she whispered the last word, she looked up, and saw his eyes glow with dawning realisation, fear, and just a hint of hope.
       “I know that you want to erase my memories, and I also know that you know what I’m talking about. And before you ask, yes, I know the risk involved, and yes, I know that there’s only a 25-30% chance that this will work. But if my choice is to live in misery, or die happy, well, which would you chose?” She said, staring at him defiantly.

“But Donna you don’t-”

       “I don’t what? I don’t know what it would be like to go back without my memories? I don’t know that I’ll be miserable?” She glared at him fiercely, her anger skyrocketing.
       “Damn you! I have your mind, remember?! I have your memories and your knowledge! Even if you had erased my memory, you can’t erase feeling! You know damn well that I would have been left living an empty normal life! Every time I looked up at the stars, empty! Every time there was something strange on the telly and I knew in my gut that I could help, should help, but was powerless to do anything, empty! Every time some bloke took my hand or tried to kiss me, empty! You know this! You know that my subconscious would haunt me, and yet you still want to go through with it!?” Suddenly, the anger that she had been using to fuel her rant left her deflated and shaking.

Her eyes fell to the floor as the question ‘why?’ saw tears streaming down her cheeks.

       “Why?” Donna whispered, looking up at him, her eyes shining with a look of such betrayal that the Doctor felt his own tears rise and fall to match. “Why would you do that to me?” She whimpered brokenly. “I-I mean, I-I know that I can be a-a bit trying at times, and I don’t always catch on the quickest, and sometimes I slow you down. But...I never thought you would do something like this...not you. You saved me; from Lance...from normalcy...from myself...and all the times in between. Those memories; they may not mean anything to you...but they’re everything to me. Those memories give my life meaning, they keep me standing and pushing me forward when both myself and others say I can’t. Why Doctor? Why, after all this time, after you’ve been the only one to believe in me through everything; why, when I need you the most, why are to trying to throw me away?” As soon as she stopped talking, a fierce wave of pain shot through her, causing her to cry out. It was the power of the Time Lord as well as the pain from her breaking heart that riped a harsh scream from her throat.

Ignoring her earlier commands, the Doctor leapt across the few feet separating them, and wrapped his arms around her quaking body.

She whimpered, and tried to struggle free.

       “Shh, shh, Donna, it’s ok. I swear to you, I swear; I’m not going to touch your memories.” He breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped trying to get away from him and instead tried to burro into his chest, whimpering as another wave of pain came over her.
       “Donna, you got to say your piece, and I listened. Will you now do the same for me?” He asked, and smiled tightly when he felt her nod against his chest. “Good girl.” He whispered, placing a kiss on her head, and stroking her hair soothingly.
       “Donna...those memories; your memories, are every bit as important to me as they are to you. Please, never doubt that.” Taking a breath, he sighed heavily, as his other arm squeezed her tightly too him, to which she wrapped her arms around his middle, and burrowed deeper.
       “That, I’m ashamed to say; is the only thing you were wrong about. You’re right, I was thinking about the rest of the universe, rather than focusing solely on you. And you’re right, erasing your memories was the safest, fastest, and least painful way I could come up with to help you. I knew the odds of the other choice, as well as the dangers and the possible consequences. I wanted it Donna, gods, you wouldn’t believe how much I wanted to give you this option and have you chose me. But I knew the odds, like you said. And I knew the pain you would have to suffer. And I know that there are two equally possible outcomes. You either live or die in this sinario Donna. And I couldn’t...I couldn’t be the reason you chose death. Living without you, but knowing you were somewhere in the universe, it would have been hard...but I could have done it, if it meant that you might be happy. But Donna, to not have you in this world, to not be able to see you...I couldn’t-I can’t-I-I-”

       “Silly spaceman.” Donna hummed, tightening her arms around him. “Do you really think that even the power of a Time Lord could stop me when I have both a choice and everything in the cosmos to live for?” She said, her voice getting weaker, and her hold on him loosening.

He could feel her changing, twitching body demanding sleep, and so hurriedly asked: “What Donna, what do you have to live for?”

“You.” She breathed, as her body finally succumbed to the pain, and she passed out.

Trembling, and with fresh tears streaming down his face, the Doctor carefully lifted Donna from the floor, and headed towards her bedroom and placed her on her bed.

In his heart, he knew that she would wake up. She was too damn stubborn for there to be any other outcome.

In his head, he prayed that he was right. The transformation that she was about to take was monumental. He wasn’t sure that the human body and mind could take it. But he also knew, that if there was one person that could survive, and even flourish after that amount of pain; it was Donna Noble.

Running his hands roughly over his face, the Doctor walked over to the plush chair in the corner and fell into it with a huff. ‘For the next few hours,’ the Doctor decided, ‘the universe can wait.’

He knew that her transformation could take more than a few hours, and he knew that the universe, and his responsibility to it, couldn’t wait for long.

But none of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was Donna, and the rhythm of her heart beats...

If anyone had told the Doctor at the beginning, how Donna Nobel’s story would end he would never have believed it.

A crashing, painful end.

Followed by a new and blinding beginning.

Who would have thought it...Donna Noble...A Time Lady.

Quick post, followed by short story

 Ok, so, you know how every other author on here, has it so that, the post just says the tile and the summery of the fic, and you click on it, and it takes you to the story?

Ya, well, I can't quite figure out how to do that. That's why any and all chapters/stories that I post, show up directly in my main page. 

This is EXTREMELY irritating, and the reason that I stopped posting on here in the first place.

Anyone out there will to help me out and tell me what I'm doing wrong?


Hi all,
So, I'm amazed at just how long it's actually been since I've truly been on here. Let me just say that I'm thinking of coming back, but just not sure where to start, or what to post.

I think that it's fairly obvious that A Conquering Love isn't going to get finished any time soon, I mean, my god, it's been 4 years. That being said, I am still deeply in love with Fanfiction, and am still very deeply immersed in it`s worlds. The difficult part where my writing is concerned, is that I have a very strong tendency to jump back and forth between different fandoms. As of this moment, my fandoms stand thus:
(from most obsessed to least)

10th Doctor/Donna
11th Doctor/Donna

As you can see, my obsession with Buffy has greatly diminished. Even though I still love her, and quote Joss often, I've just found my passion for it to have faded. Now, by no means does that mean that I have given up on any of my stories. Absolutely not! At some point, somewhere, someone's going to say something or an idea will hit, and my writing will take off. It's already happened with the HP story I am currently writing, and so I am just waiting for it to happen for my Buffy stuff. Also, to any Our Daughter fans out there; please be advised that I do have the ending written and I love it, I just need to figure out how to get the middle to continue to flow, while still allowing the ending to be believability.

Lastly, to all of my podcast listeners out there: I am so, so sorry. Phoenix Fictions, Slayer Stories, and The Romance Section have been taken off the air. It was NOT my choice. The website, ClickCasters, which I had been using (and paying for) as the Home Site of all three of my podcasts one day just up and turned off their servers without telling anyone, and have yet to be heard from since. I wont go into detail as to just how much money they stole from me (nearly $1000), I can only express how deeply sorry I am, and how much I wish that I could continue updating those fabulous stories.
On a brighter not, I do have another site in mind, that has proved to be very reliable, however, I will still not be able to update, as all of the money that would have gone to creating the site and all that is being put towards school.