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My New Whovian Mom
Christy woke up to the sound of the French Taunter from Monty Python yelling at her. Mom was calling.
She found the phone. It was 5:45pm, she would be waking up in 10 minutes anyway. She took the call from under the covers.
“Oh hi honey,” Norma said. “Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah but I was just about to get up anyway.” Christy dragged her body into a sitting position. “What’s up, Mom?”
“Well I was just calling to say WHAT THE HELL?!?!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
Norma huffed and then launched her tirade.
“He just LEFT her in that alternate dimension! They went through all that stuff with the Cybermen and after everything he had to leave her. And he didn’t get to say it! He never got to say that he loved her! That’s is a load of crap. I need to find the people who make this show and have a few words with
Fledgling Whovian - update
It had been almost 2 months since Sarah had finished season 2. There had been a lot going on to distract her, Supernatural and myriad of other shows started back up, her job was overloading her again, she had a wedding to plan, etc, etc.
Christy had encouraged and gently prodded. It took some work getting Sarah through season 1 but season 2 worked like a charm. Christy also knew she must remain vigilant. Season 3 was looming. Season 3 contained key episodes and information but even to Christy (bouncing, raving Whovian that she was) it was her least favorite season. There was the whole thing/not thing with Martha and the Doctor, still trying to get over the loss of Rose, and as important as the Master was; Christy hated that bastard, etc.
So Christy kept Sarah going by listening to Sarah’s concerns and complaints. She answered questions as best she could without giving any spoilers. She continually promised awesomeness on the horizon.
It was about an hour before Christy wa
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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