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A Week, A Year
Oct. 7th, 2011 08:26 pmSpoilers: for the Eleventh Doctor’s run on TV
Summary: Tony reflects on the one week left alone in Hawai'i, that turned into the one year with a madman in a blue box, and his two companions.
Author's Notes: I hate my life. I hate my muse who keeps giving me Doctor Who/NCIS plunnies while ignoring the fact that I need to finish my YJ stories. I hate that I'm sick. I hate that there's no sun. I hate that my roommate wants the windows open AT ALL TIMES. (It gets cold here!) I hate that I miss my friends while I'm here in college, and they're not here. I miss them, and wish there was a Doctor to whisk me away, right now. I will also stop being so damn emo as soon as I'm over this cold. I swear, it brings out the worst in me.
( This way to the TARDIS )
Summary: Tony reflects on the one week left alone in Hawai'i, that turned into the one year with a madman in a blue box, and his two companions.
Author's Notes: I hate my life. I hate my muse who keeps giving me Doctor Who/NCIS plunnies while ignoring the fact that I need to finish my YJ stories. I hate that I'm sick. I hate that there's no sun. I hate that my roommate wants the windows open AT ALL TIMES. (It gets cold here!) I hate that I miss my friends while I'm here in college, and they're not here. I miss them, and wish there was a Doctor to whisk me away, right now. I will also stop being so damn emo as soon as I'm over this cold. I swear, it brings out the worst in me.
( This way to the TARDIS )
