cosmiclovesong

This was the first time that Jim had ever worn a suit and his father lent him a Westwood. He stood in front of the mirror, combing his hair back until it stayed tamed in place. Then he smoothed out the crisp black jacket, tugging at the ends to straighten it. He fixed his tie once and then decided he was ready to go and pick her up. He pulled his phone from his pocket and texted her. 'On my way -Jim xx' Amber's phone vibrated as she was applying lipstick was a deep red that matched her olive skin tone. She smoothed out the lipstick and then checked her texts, smiling. Her older brother Sherlock was playing the violin loudly and out of tune

“We have received a new recruit.” Gwen paused her typing and glanced to her left, trying to focus on her colleague instead of the report she was supposed to be writing. Ian was leaned back in his chair with his fingers straightening the buttons on his vest. He was a transfer from the year 1873 and had been working with the 2036 division for about four and a half years now. His workspace had been placed beside hers, and the two had begun a steady friendship. “Have we?” she asked, returning to the report. “Where are they finding all of these new kids? I thought time travel was a big secret.” “It is,

Sometimes, when work is slow, I like to paint fish. I can paint fish for days if the writers get backed up. I’ve never been very good at painting fish so I’m always glad when I get a new story from downstairs. Painting takes you to new worlds and I guess I never bothered to perfect the technique of painting fish because I’ve never cared for the underwater realms. The issue with painting fish is that there’s no story to go along with them so I have to burn them or they’ll just take up room. I don’t like going to the basement so I wait for a while between trips. I’ll carry my canvases down, burn them,

Wolfgang slowly sat down on the steps leading up to his console. The ship was absolutely silent. It was the type of silence that meant something was lacking. He knew what it was: Casey Sparrow. He put his head in his hands. There was a hollow space where one of his hearts used to be, or at least it felt that way. Losing her was something he had never anticipated. It had a surreal quality to it. The Timelord wanted to pretend that it had never happened, that he'd heard her voice from down a corridor, but he knew he was fooling himself. He might never again see her and that realization broke him. His TARDIS used to be filled with laughter and

Megan woke from her nap to find the sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon and Adam was asleep in the chair he'd pulled up to her bedside. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes in order to look around at the hospital room. It was like any other ordinary hospital room, with a TV mounted on the wall and a whiteboard beneath it that told her who would be looking after her today. She was delighted to find the name Lisa scrawled on the board; Jason's wife was a very close friend of Megan's. She smiled at the thought of her nurse being Lisa. A change of clothes for the morning lay folded on the table by the bed for when the hospital dischar

Dawn sunlight filtered through the blinds and spread onto the bed, waking Megan from the deep sleep she had been in just seconds before. She groaned and turned over onto her other side to feel fingers move over her cheek tenderly. A smile crossed her lips as she opened her eyes, and that smile widened when she found a warm pair of brown eyes looking deep into her green ones. Her boyfriend Adam shifted closer to her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Good morning,” he said softly; she returned the greeting in a murmur, sitting up with a wide yawn. “I have to go in to work early, but they're letting me out early enough for lunc

Her arms were twisted behind her, pinned to her back by two beefy men. She snapped her head around to scowl at them. Her struggling was futile, useless, and even weak, especially to these superhuman henchmen of the King of Earth. She cast her green eyes around; they sparkled in anger, smoldering. Her frustration scorched the air, which was already dry and hot due to the desert climate. She felt the grubby hand of the King forcing her chin to tilt upwards. She was made to look directly at him and his smug smile, and that only irritated her more. Admittedly she had been waiting for him to do just that. She recoiled her head a little and spat in

The Scientist was sitting on the floor of her DITAS, her head ducked under her console and her goggles on her face, working on something. Music was playing—swing music—and Ian was walking into the console room, kicking up his feet to the sound. He crouched down beside Julia, scratching her dog Shakespeare on the top of his head and glancing to see what the Timelady was up to. His mind couldn’t make sense of the wires but he guessed she was doing repairs or improvements. She paused, turning her head slightly to glance at him questioningly. “Busy?” he asked. “Yes.” “Do you wanna dance?” h