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Return to Gallifrey, Chapter 10
April 1, 2008

“You’re right,” Aloysius said with an indifferent sigh, “I wouldn’t. Because, as I believe I stated previously, I’ve no desire to harm you, not anymore. What’s done is done. And, I suppose…” he grimaced, “I’ve committed my fair share of…atrocities, as well.”

The Doctor glared. “You certainly did,” he growled, “How did you get here, anyway? And why should I believe that you won’t be committing anymore?”

“Stolen technology,” said Aloysius airily, “I stole it from the Time Lords on my way out. One of those atrocities you mentioned. But I’ve been reformed. I wish to return this to the Citadel–” he indicated a near-microscopic button on his cuff link, which the Doctor recognized as an inferior method of Time Travel–even more risky than his faulty Type 40 TARDIS, “–and pay my dues, riding out the war like a man. And my survival will be based on honor, and…” he glared at the Doctor pointedly, “not how quickly I could escape.”

A flash of anger came over the Doctor and he was all set to lunge at his enemy, but he managed to restrain himself and listen to the rest of the Decori’s speech.

“I know where you’re going,” he said in a barely audible whisper, “to fix your beloved TARDIS. But…” he gazed directly into the Doctor’s eyes. The Doctor was suddenly paralyzed, unable to break Aloyisius’ stare. Fight, he thought, break his gaze. Don’t let him overpower you…resist…fight…

“I want to go with you,” said Aloysius, still fixated upon him, “and I’m afraid I’ll be unable to release you unless you agree. I can be of great assistance to you and your friend, for I know every twist and turn of this planet. Now, Doctor, what say you?”

The Doctor finally realized he was powerless. “I agree,” he whispered, defeated. Aloysius broke his gaze, and the Doctor was thrown back with great force, landing several feet away. “But,” he said more strongly, getting to his feet and crossing over to where the Decori stood, “if there is any funny business…if you lay a finger on so much as a hair on her head…”

“I have seen your wrath, Doctor,” replied Aloysius sagely, “and I wish not to incur it once more.”

He extended his hand. The Doctor paused. An aching silence filled the air as he tried to figure some way out of this. Coming up empty, he shook it.

“Now then!” he said, falsely cheerful, “Let’s find Martha, shall we?”


Well no WONDER!
April 1, 2008

I didn’t realize I’d left all of your beautiful faces alone for nearly a week! Shame, shame.I’ve got little to say except that I’ve decided to shut the Blue Box down. It’s been a real tax upon me and I’m fresh out of ideas!


April fool’s! 😉

 Aw, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?

Here, have a new chapter.

March 26, 2008


(again…kudos to whoever gets the Who reference :-P)

So, I’ve hit 700 views. Excellent. I love you all. Really. I do.

And…by God. I’ve actually got no witty introduction or anecdote this week :-S.

Except that I’ve been listening to a lot of Kaiser Chiefs. And I love it.

So, without further ado, I give you Chapter 9!

Why? Because I’m INSANE!
March 23, 2008

Kudos to whoever got the Who reference there ;-).

Anyway, I’m insane because what was formerly known as Zoe’s Doctor Who Fan Fics underwent a huge redesign. It is now known as The Blue Box!

It came to me in a dream.

So, don’t worry! You’re on the right site. I promise.

No new chapter yet, though, folks. Mama’s been busy.

ALSO: If you’d like to help me out by posting a link to this site on your personal page, snag the HTML for one of my new, shiny banners on the Link To Us page!

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Keep it nerdy,


Return to Gallifrey, Chapter 8
March 22, 2008

“Doctor,” Martha hissed through the darkness.

It was night time now, and the desert landscape had returned, sand glinting in the moonlight. She crept over to where the Doctor lay gazing up at the stars.

He appeared not to have heard her.

“Doctor,” she said again, a little louder this time.

“Hmm?” he said, sitting up abruptly, “Sorry…” he stared off into space a moment longer, then smiled at Martha. “Just been…thinking, I suppose. Anyway. What’s up?”

Martha looked at him, worried. “I…thought I heard something. Back there a ways. I’m sure it’s nothing, but…”

“Don’t be too sure of anything around here,” said the Doctor grimly. He sighed. “Stay here. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Shouldn’t I go with…” began Martha, but the Doctor was already shaking his head.

“No, I need you to stay here and keep watch for me while I’m gone. It’s probably just a steebwidle or something, but we can’t be taking any chances.”

“Er…a what?”

“Nevermind,” said the Doctor abysmally, “just stay where you are. Back in a few.”

He then stood up and dashed off in the general direction Martha had indicated, wondering what could possibly be lurking around this time of night that made any sort of noise perceptible to humans. He’d been so lost in his analysis of the Gallifreyan wildlife that he failed to notice a loose shoelace on his right trainer. Suddenly, he tripped on the loose lace and fell forward, giving a little shout as he hit the earth below him.

He took a moment to recover from the shock of the fall. When he looked up, however, a shadow was looming over him.

“Hello, Doctor,” said a voice he recognized painfully, “haven’t seen you in quite some time, now have I?”

Hello, all
March 14, 2008

Hey folks. Before I present you with this week’s chapter of Return to Gallifrey, I’d like to share some Doctor Who-related news.

My friend Kassie and I were walking one day recently, having 30 extra minutes to kill, and we both stopped in our tracks all when we saw something…odd.

A British phone box was sitting in the middle of the street.
We live in Tucson, for God’s sake!

“Gah…um…what?” I said, feeling the sides of the strange object.
“That’s so weird…” said Kassie, “I mean…that wasn’t there before, now, was it?”
“Maybe it’s the TARDIS,” she said, laughing.
“Nah. It’s pink. Wait a second…”

I took out my Sonic Screwdriver (YES, I carry one with me. Shut up!) and chipped away at a small section of crumbling paint.

The paint that came off onto the tip of the screwdriver was BLUE. Mmhmm.
Plus, the instructions on it were for, quote, “A BLUE POLICE PHONE BOX as provided by BRITISH TELECOM”.

I opened the door to it, naturally, but there was nothing inside but a sack of dirt.

Disheartened, I walked away.

“Wait, Zoe,” said Kassie hopefully, “Maybe the Doctor turned it off! Like he’s planning to stay for a while? I mean…there’s no phone inside it…”

I smiled. “Maybe so,” I said with a grin, “maybe so.”

It was good fun, good fun.

Anyway, now here’s Chapter five!

Return to Gallifrey, Chapter 4
March 8, 2008

Martha stared at him, completely dumbstruck. “Excuse me, Doctor,” she said in a voice of forced calm, “but how the hell are we going to do that?”

The Doctor smiled. “Ever seen The Wizard of Oz?” he asked with a sly chuckle.

She nodded, confused.

He smirked. “It’ll be sort of like that. Now! Allons-y!” he exclaimed, back to his usual cheerful self, and darted out of the TARDIS, Martha chasing after him.

They were surrounded by a most peculiar landscape. Everything–the setting sun, the ground, the plant life–was in its proper place, yet it was all engulfed in a sort of orange haze. The plant life, too, was strange; large plants resembling cacti with huge, multicolored blossoms adorned the desert-like atmosphere around them. It was rather pretty in its way, thought Martha, until she realized that one of them was staring right at her.

“Don’t make eye contact,” said the Doctor under his breath. Martha nodded nervously.

They traipsed on through the Gallifreyan terrain, and soon it began to get dark.

There was something decidedly eerie about the desert at night, Martha realized, especially so far from home.

“We’d better bunk here for the night,” said the Doctor, the first words he had spoken for hours. Martha hadn’t really minded–she’d had plenty to think about. But looking at him now, she noticed that he looked exhausted–large bags sank beneath his eyes and he had a generally ill look about him. Some of it, she knew, was from the long trek–but in his eyes was a sadness she had never seen before. It wasn’t really visible right off the bat, but if you met his eyes for just a second too long…

“Doctor,” said Martha cautiously, watching him prepare the area around them for sleep. He ignited a small fire with his Screwdriver for warmth and removed his long overcoat, laying it down as a makeshift cot.

“You sleep there,” he said to Martha, indicating the cot, “I won’t need it. I don’t sleep–well, not unless I really, really have to, anyway.”

“Won’t you be cold?” she asked him, noticing the sudden chill in the air.

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine. Go to sleep, Martha.”

Martha wriggled into the Doctor’s coat, which was about two sizes too small. God, you’re skinny, she thought. It was surprisingly warm, however, and before she knew it, she had dozed off.

She was awoken several hours later by the Doctor. “Martha!” he shouted, shaking her violently, “Wake up! We have to get out of here, now!”

Didja miss me?
March 8, 2008

Hey RTG fans,

Sorry for the ever-so-slight delay in posting. I’d like to warn you that in this upcoming chapter, not every minor detail may be 100% accurate. And to the nitpickers, I’d like to say, with all of the warmth in my heart: Get over it. 🙂

I’d like to remind you all once again to please comment should you read the chapter. Please and thank you!


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Return to Gallifrey, Chapter 3
March 2, 2008

[it’s a short one this week, folks] 

Martha sat there for a moment, completely frozen.

Then, very weakly, she near-squeaked, “Time War?”

The Doctor nodded.

“You mean to tell me,” she said, her voice rising with every word she spoke, “that we’ve been dropped on this planet right before the bloody Time War? Are you mad? We’ll be killed! Bombed into oblivion! Murdered in the streets! We’ll–”

“Hush, now, Martha,” said the Doctor calmly but firmly, “we will not. Have I ever let us down? Well? Have I?”

She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

“And I’m certainly not going to start now. Listen to me, Martha. We’ll make it out of here. Don’t worry.”

A silent tear rolled down Martha’s cheek, but she nodded nonetheless.

The Doctor heaved a sigh. “All I need to know now is where the hell I’m going to get a replacement regulator,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“Have they got…oh, I don’t know…repair shops, auto bodies, that sort of thing around here?” asked Martha, only half joking.

The Doctor stood up and threw open the doors of the TARDIS. “They do, in a manner of speaking,” he said slowly, “but–” he pointed squarely at the large citadel in the distance, “it’s a bit of a long ways away. And it’s our only chance. We’re going to have to enter the Citadel of the Time Lords–without any help from the TARDIS.”

Hey folks
March 2, 2008

Thanks everyone who has visited. It’s awesome to see my views c-l-i-m-b-i-n-g up–I’m up to 115 in less than a week! In the scale of cyberspace, that’s pretty little. But as long as people are reading, I’m happy :-).

I would really, really, really appreciate it if, after you read, you commented. This lets me know how I’m doing! You don’t need to be a WordPress member to comment, so get a-typin’. Think of it as a little “thank-you” (or, alternatively, a “fuck you”) to the author ;-).

 Without further ado, I give you chapter three!