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April 2007 The moment Eve made eye-contact with the Doctor, she knew he loved her more than anything - and he always would. It had been nearly two months since they had married - Martha had been maid of honour. The Doctor had come to a realisation not two days after he'd become a Time Lord again... after Eve had almost lost him to Joan. Feeling guilty and realising he loved her more than anything, and never wanted to lose her, he vowed to always include her in everything he did, as his wife, his mate, his love. And then he had preposed. They had wed in nineteenth century London, and then gone on their honeymoon. It had been on a planet t

The Doctor walked into his and Eve's room, opened the closet, and yanked down his trenchcoat, the hanger swinging round and round the pole from the force of it all. Eve exited the master bathroom, clad in a soft pink bathrobe, towel in hand, hair dripping wet. She stared blankly at the Doctor, as he hurried around the room, seemingly flying, looking for various items with which to.... whatever. Eve sighed loudly. He turned around, and gave her a grin. "Hullo!" He said happily, or so it seemed. Then he sobered. "---Something suspicious going on--- y'know that diet pill? Adipose?" Eve shrugged. "Not really. Heard about it, but I don't need

Shadowdancer, up on the wall now Candlelight shows yourself Shadowdancer, yes I can see you Shadows dance upon the wall I never wanted to hurt you I never wanted to make you cry I only wanted to help you I only wanted to make you sing Shadowdancer, you are my best friend Moonlight shows your sin Shadowdancer, come on and play now Shadows dance around my head I never wanted to hurt you I never wanted to make you cry I only wanted to help you I only wanted to make you sing And I And all the shadows are dancing The moonlight shows you as you cast your shadow on me And all the shadows are dancing Candelight shows me that you'r

Winter's eyes shot open. She'd heard a noise coming from somewhere in the hotel. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. She sat up, draped her black robe round herself, cautiously opened her bedroom door, and tip-toed out slowly, knife in hand. She was just turning the corner when she bumped into Wesley. They both jumped. "I didn't see you there..." Wesley said, regaining his composure somewhat. Winter bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh. "Well, obviously." She paused, looking at him. Then, "I really didn't see you either," she confessed. "But you look kinda freaked out. You alright?" Wesley nodded once, and, straightening his pyja

Just think about who I am for a minute Think about how I manipulate I find myself a situation then I'm in it I almost make it seem like fate But I'm not the one you need You don't want me in your life How would you ever survive Cause I'm lost And I'm never gonna find my way Because I'm lost Don't tell me 'bout tomorrow I can barely find today You probably think that I am special Well let me be the one to you that you're wrong You might even go so far as to say you love me Don't say that, because I'm not that strong I could never let you go Though I have to be alone Forever on my own Cause I'm lost And I'm never gonna find m

† † † † † † + † † † † † † "I don't care what anyone says," The Doctor said somewhat loudly, pushing seemingly random buttons on the TARDIS console, stopping briefly only to wag a finger at Eve, Martha, and Donna, "we are staying out of trouble this time!" Eve raised an eyebrow, Martha looked indignant, and Donna looked like she was about to say something really awful, when the TARDIS lurched roughly. Eve grabbed Donna with one arm, Martha with her other, and held herself steady, of course - she had anticipated it. More accurately, she had caused it. But the Doctor fell flat on his