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  <title>The Big Bad Wolf is biding her time</title>
  <subtitle>My Doctor Who doodle book</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-02-04T08:36:01Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:8283</id>
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    <title>isolus_gurl @ 2009-02-04T08:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-04T08:36:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T08:36:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see eh! I have not been very well and with schoolwork as well I simply haven't been able to write or even visit this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I heard about David Tennant. Then I had to write a poem, it has taken this long for me to be up to it but yesterday I finally managed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the ride,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the journey,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the tears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thanks for the smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the last three years,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for so much,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the giggles and the squeals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for a jourey&amp;nbsp; we will never forget,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words cannot describe,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The joy we shared and the tears you&amp;rsquo;ll leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankyou David Tennant for the time of our lives!&lt;/p&gt;Hope you like it! I should have more work soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would anyone be interested in betaing a piece I am writing for &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:8067</id>
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    <title>THE GLORIOUS DEAD</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T15:09:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T15:09:19Z</updated>
    <category term="war"/>
    <category term="poems"/>
    <lj:music>Two Little Boys - Rolf Harris</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;for those who do not understand this phrase it is the 90th anniversary of the First World War Armistise day. We have a rememberance day and it is all very big, it has been extended twice and it is now to remember all those who have lost their life in battle since the Great War and during it. We all wear artificial poppies and have a minutes silence. All money raised goes to the Royal British Legion who support war widows or war veterans or war casualties. Even those who do not believe in war uphold this tradition and respect those who have died fro our country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:&lt;br /&gt;Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.&lt;br /&gt;At the going down of the sun and in the morning&lt;br /&gt;We will remember them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is said just before the minutes silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my commemorative poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers you gave your life for us,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers you fought for us,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers you risked your life for us,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers for I am here now,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers for the love you showed us all,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers may it never happen again,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou brave soldiers,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Wadsworth 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye you did your best,&lt;br /&gt;As you fought amongst the guns&lt;br /&gt;amongst the death and destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye brave soldier&lt;br /&gt;look at the life you have given us&lt;br /&gt;look at the people alive because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye brave soldier,&lt;br /&gt;may it never be in vain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Wadsworth 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy,&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy went off to fight,&lt;br /&gt;he was a big brave soldier&lt;br /&gt;and shot those baddies down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy,&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy never did come back,&lt;br /&gt;He died a hero&lt;br /&gt;he gave us all world peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy,&lt;br /&gt;Her Husband went of to fight&lt;br /&gt;He was brave and strong&lt;br /&gt;he gave us what we have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy&lt;br /&gt;Her husband never did come back&lt;br /&gt;hes up there now&lt;br /&gt;protecting us from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy&lt;br /&gt;Her Son went off to fight&lt;br /&gt;He saw the horrors of the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;and vowed it would never happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy&lt;br /&gt;Her Son never did come back&lt;br /&gt;He died saving others&lt;br /&gt;He never shot a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl called Amy&lt;br /&gt;who lost the men she loved&lt;br /&gt;they died protecting us&lt;br /&gt;from the stench of death and war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Wadsworth 15&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:7766</id>
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    <title>Support Stacie.com</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T17:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T17:19:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I know I may not be the greatest author in the world but I can write I have a good imagination and if you ignore the small errors that may or may not be made you will be rewarded with a good story. My Grandma died of Cancer so I know how important it is, I have seen more than anything how it has effected my Grandad (who has never been the same again) My Mum (who recently went through a scare herself) and my Aunt (who was terrified for my Mum as she was only my age - 15 when her Mum died) You can get more information at &lt;a href="http://supportstacie.net/?page_id=58"&gt;http://supportstacie.net/?page_id=58&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I am basicly selling the chance to challenge me to write something, there are limited ristrictions but nothing to major. This is my way of helping a poor woman who cannot afford to pay for treatment. This woman has children and I have seen first hand what it would do to them if they lost their Mum. I cannot affort to bid so I am writing instead.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:7555</id>
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    <title>NEED HELP!!!</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T12:06:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T12:06:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help, I have another survey I need answering. It is for more maths GCSE work so I need as many answers as possible. Thanks! Sorry you have to answer in comments the poll wasn't working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1)Are you a Doctor Who fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What age range are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-10&lt;br /&gt;11-20&lt;br /&gt;21-30&lt;br /&gt;31-40&lt;br /&gt;41-50&lt;br /&gt;50+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Was Doomsday a sad episode? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly Disagree&lt;br /&gt;Disagree&lt;br /&gt;Agree&lt;br /&gt;Strongly Agree&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Is Doomsday a sadder episode than Last of The Time Lords? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly Disagree&lt;br /&gt;Disagree&lt;br /&gt;Agree&lt;br /&gt;Strongly Agree&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see one or both episodes&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:7015</id>
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    <title>results of the survey</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T21:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T21:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So a couple of days ago I asked you all to take part in my survey on who made the greatest contribution to Doctor Who, I want to thank all who took part and I now have the results for those of you who are interested. It has produced a wonderful piece of work and my tutors are very happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="under the cut"&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 261pt; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="347" border="0"&gt;&lt;colgroup&gt;&lt;col style="WIDTH: 116pt; mso-width-source: userset; mso-width-alt: 5632" width="154"&gt;&lt;/col&gt;&lt;col style="WIDTH: 145pt; mso-width-source: userset; mso-width-alt: 7058" width="193"&gt;&lt;/col&gt;&lt;/colgroup&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl72" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; WIDTH: 116pt; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" width="154" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;David Tennant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl72" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; WIDTH: 145pt; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" align="right" width="193"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;15&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl66" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Russel T Davies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl67" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl68" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Murray Gold&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl68" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;9&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl69" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Billie Piper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl69" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl70" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Christopher Ecclestone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl70" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl71" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Daleks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl71" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;7&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 15pt" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl65" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #ece9d8; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #ece9d8; HEIGHT: 15pt; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #ece9d8" height="20"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Tom Baker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl65" style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #ece9d8; 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    <title>more fic</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T17:03:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-19T17:03:10Z</updated>
    <category term="reunion fic"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Ok so I know the last time I posted here it was to ask you all a favour for my Maths coursework but so many of you were really good that while I am waiting to finish the results I will treat you to some fic that I quite some time ago and somebody betead for me. I am really sorry that I can't remember your LJ name so if you read this and remember betaing it for me, let me know and I will edit and credit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:- It will all be Alright In The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sentence by Catsfiction for the first five lines challenge a while ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:- Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters:- Rose/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:- I wouldn't be that cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:- PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N:- I know the first five lines challenge was a long time ago and this is my first one, but the first sentences were too good to pass up on. Even if I have enough plot bunnies of my own. More fic is on the way.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;What &lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;are you doing here?" gasped the Doctor as he emerged from the shower. "I thought I left you in the other universe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;“Well if you don’t want to see me I’ll jus’ go then.” Rose huffed.&amp;nbsp;She then proceeded to stomp through the TARDIS at a pace he would not have thought possible if he hadn’t seen Rose Tyler in a huff before. He couldn’t help it as he paused, admiring how beautiful she was even angered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;“What? Rose, where are you going? I must be...” She turned around in time to catch him pinching himself and wincing in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;“I told you I was working for Torchwood in the other universe, remember?&amp;nbsp;Is it so hard to believe we found a way through?” A simple answer that conveniently sidestepped the complicated details.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;How could she tell him that she had met someone.&amp;nbsp;That she had met someone who knew how to cross back over the void. How could she tell him that to get back to him she had pay a price?&amp;nbsp;That she had to slept with someone when she knew she could get back to him.&amp;nbsp;That even though she was still in love with him, she had to slept with someone she despised, in effect, paying her dues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;“You’re real, your actually here.&amp;nbsp;How did you… I’m going mad...” Tugging his hands though his hair as he paced. “I spent years searching for you, dreaming about you every night, seeing you in every random person on the street, and you just turn up! In front of me as I get out the shower!” He rambled incredulously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;Why couldn’t he just have believed that she was real, here, now, in front of him? &amp;nbsp;In her mind &lt;a&gt;she had no choice but to tell him the truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;“Doctor, I found som-“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;He stopped pacing and turned to her.&amp;nbsp;“Never mind that.&amp;nbsp;You’re here.&amp;nbsp;Right now what does it matter how you got here.&amp;nbsp;You can tell me later.&amp;nbsp;Just come here,”&amp;nbsp;he said with pleading eyes and opened his arms. “I need to know you’re real.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;She ran until she reached his open arms and was enveloped by him, buring her head into his chest. At that moment she knew that it didn’t matter how she got back.&amp;nbsp;He loved her and would always love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;It would be him, the one she slept with that should better watch out.&amp;nbsp;With a heavy heart, she knew that she would have to tell him or the guilt would overwhelm her, and once she told the Doctor there would be no stopping him, the oncoming storm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;For the moment, as he held her she knew everything would be alright. All because he was here with her and because he loved her. After all, if it wasn’t alright what was there to hold on to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;She knew the answer to that question. The Doctor. She had him to hold on too. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i am here I don't suppose anyone knows how to upload a header for my journal, I have one made but I don't know how to&amp;nbsp; upload it. I am a LJ plus account.</content>
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    <title>Greatest Contribution</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T12:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T12:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am doing a survey for GCSE coursework and I need your help!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="My survey"&gt;You have three votes for who you think made the greatest contribution to Doctor Who post them in a comment and I will add them to my chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Piper&lt;br /&gt;David Tennent&lt;br /&gt;John Barrowman&lt;br /&gt;K9&lt;br /&gt;Noel Clarke&lt;br /&gt;Camille Coudri&lt;br /&gt;Tom Baker&lt;br /&gt;Elizibeth Sladen&lt;br /&gt;Daleks&lt;br /&gt;Cybermen&lt;br /&gt;Russel T Davies&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Moffat&lt;br /&gt;Christipher Ecclestone&lt;br /&gt;Murray Gold&lt;br /&gt;Nick Briggs&lt;br /&gt;Lalla Ward&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>isolus_gurl @ 2007-11-06T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T14:48:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T14:48:16Z</updated>
    <category term="nursery"/>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I have good news and bad news!&amp;nbsp;Yes the queen of woe finally has some good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have teeth out for my braces soon which is good in a way because I have been waiting over a year for these stupid things and the sooner they get in the sooner they are out right? My Orthadontist had already told me it will be roughly a year and a half from when I have the braces in, and they are going to be fixed - unlike my friend who took them out to eat her Mcdonalds and left them on the table wrapped up in&amp;nbsp; a piece of tissue (I pity the people who found it) and I really am awful at loosing things so at least if they are fixed I don't have that to worry about, and I certainly won't get fat (I will be very cross if I do!) because I can't have sweets or chocolate or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so enough on that its the good news tht is interesting, I started at my local nursery yesterday, oh it was fantastic, all the kids were coming up to me for help and things, I am not even at uni so this isn't practical or anyhting but they told me yesterday if I wanted to do something they would try and facilitate it, I am only going one afternoon a week (and then with it being Christmas, the Christmas party and the plays etc) but they also said because I want to be a nursery teacher that if I want to sit in on the staff meetings they have every Mon lunchtime (I join them after) I can to get a feel for it. It was really great and it is my local nursery, within walking distance so I will not need a lift and I will have my own house key because when I get back the house will be empty. After being cooped up in the house most of the time for coming up to 2 years now it will be great to be wel enough to have that independance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for school work, I have handed in ym first piece of coursework and I have another coming up. Things arn't going to badley, I am starting to get into a routine and have more time for myself, and of course Dad being at home hasn't helped while he has been looking for a contract, but he has one now, he starts next week so that should help as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this has been a big post and I apologise for rambling, but at least I wasn't ranting and raving, right? and Jacey, how did the prac go? Have you been given any feedback on it? Enjoy the holidays for those of you who are lucky enough to be off. Mind you i'm not sure I want to be off with this wether, it isn't half cold!</content>
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    <title>Be warned, I come to rant and rave.</title>
    <published>2007-09-20T15:10:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-20T15:10:19Z</updated>
    <category term="computors"/>
    <content type="html">So I spend forever doing my school work and then the computor restarts itself and I loose all my work, I do save&amp;nbsp;my work but when I next fire the computor up it hasn't saved it,&amp;nbsp;I backup once a week but what is the point if it just restarts and I loose everything, the annoying thing is its a new laptop, just had some more memory put in, it should be fine!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Catch up</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T15:34:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T15:34:29Z</updated>
    <category term="catchup"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Any Other World - Mika</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I know its&amp;nbsp;a long time since you have all heard from me apart from my fics but I have been very busy. We have friends coming round tonight so I probably won't see you all again till the morning, but I have been busy cooking and cleaning, then there's homework, and I now have more of that because my home tuition is 10 hours a week, with two tutors, studing for&amp;nbsp;six GCSEs leaves lots of homework to do. I still don't know what I am doing for my English lit because the teacher hasn't thought to let my tutor know despite emails and letters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having my tutor the other day and she was wearing a blue jumper, like the one Rose wore in Doomsday, it brought on a whole wave of Doomsday angst. I was supposed to sit and work while my heart was breaking all over again, its just not fair. All my friends are telling me Rose is a thing of the past and to forget hert but I can't, she was my first companion, she made it all seem like the most ordinary thing in the world, she was the one the Doctor loved, you can't just forget about it and it still *hurts* you know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to the nice people over at T&amp;amp;C a few days ago and we came to the conclusion that Martha could have been great, but she was written badley, she just moped around the Doctor like a lovesick puppy, even if she was in love with him and he was just blind to it etc, there was nothing more to her character than that. They could have done so much more than that with her character. I hope she had a better deal in Torchwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my guests are about to arrive so I will talk later, and Jacey, My spelling is getting better I promise, I have a lesson on it next week.</content>
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    <title>The Doctors goodbye to Rose - severe angst warning</title>
    <published>2007-09-07T16:05:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-07T16:05:58Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Come What May - Moulin Rouge</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Heya&amp;nbsp;all, I come loaded with more angst and I have more planned, and the_sandwalker I plan to start on my entries for first five lines, angst it will be because that seems to be all I can write at the moment. I have plot bunnies galore and I have a few things I wrote on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:- The Doctors goodbye to Rose&lt;br /&gt;Author:-&amp;nbsp;Who else but me!&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:- I am borrowing David Tennant and John Barrowman to have my wicked way with them alas, I&amp;nbsp;don't even own them.&lt;br /&gt;Summary:-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know that this will be the last thing you ever hear from me kills me. &lt;/em&gt;The Doctor writes a letter to Rose after Bad Wolf Bay - the last she will ever hear from him.&lt;br /&gt;Betaed by - &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_desertrose9' lj:user='desertrose9' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://desertrose9.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://desertrose9.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;desertrose9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to - &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_jaceyangel' lj:user='jaceyangel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://jaceyangel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://jaceyangel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jaceyangel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for constant encoragement with my writing and &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_aibhinn' lj:user='aibhinn' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aibhinn.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://aibhinn.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aibhinn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for letting me know my writing wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to - my little brother for winding me up so much I had to write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="You were my world; you are the only thing that matters to me."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Dear Rose,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;This is quite possibly the hardest thing I have ever had to write. To know that this will be the last thing you ever hear from me kills me. I want to say how happy I am living the same old life day after day, last of the Time Lords, but I am not. I want you to remember me – us – and how we were but your face on Bad Wolf Bay will stay in my mind forever. I hope you are happy but I know that we are two halves that make up a whole – neither of us were complete before I took your hand in that basement and neither of us will ever be complete again. I want you to be happy but I know that deep down you will always have that same sense of loss as me. I love you Rose Tyler and I want you to be happy. You were my world; you are the only thing that matters to me. I would gladly give up everything for you, nothing else is that important. If I could get back to you, no matter what it took, I would do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The only thing I have to console myself is that you are surrounded by people who love you. If you can’t be with me that’s where I would want you to be. You even have your Dad and do I suspect a romance blossoming between Mickey and Jake? Well I’m glad, he deserves someone nice, he had a pretty rough deal out of it all, but he gained manhood, he stood up to the mark when it was needed and I am proud of him. Make sure you tell him that. I know I wasn’t always very nice to him but he was a good man, although an idiot. There is someone out there for everyone but me it seems. You were the one for me. It seems I really am a lonely god. Reinette was nice but I was escaping from the truth. I loved you. I didn’t know where I stood after Sarah Jane, with Mickey tagging along. We were perfect though the book was incomplete. It seems this book doesn’t have a happy ending.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;If there is one thing I want you to take away from these past few years, there is more out there that could be imagined, even I haven’t seen it all. Alien isn’t necessarily bad – just different. Who would have thought, sitting there with your beans on toast watching the footie with Mickey, you would have done, seen, experienced such things as you have done! And yes, when I took your hand in that basement I never would have thought I would be sitting here crying – no bawling writing this letter. I thought we would be together forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Goodbye Rose,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;I will never forget you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;All my love, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;For always,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;Your Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>T&amp;C ficathon entry</title>
    <published>2007-08-16T15:22:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-16T15:22:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Heya, I finally finished it inamongst all the packing for my holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:- I Will Never Cease To Fly if Held Down&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Author:- Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:- I'm sharing David and John with Faerie_vixen, that is all she owns the rest. (or so she thinks;) )&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to:- My new coisen born a few days ago, I hope he will be very happy, welcome to the world little one!&lt;br /&gt;Prompt:- Disney Planet 1878&lt;br /&gt;A/N:- I am shutting my computor down once I have posted this and will not be firing it back up again till I come back of my holiday, so any comments or feedback would&amp;nbsp;be a lovley thing to come back to. title taken from the song Twilight by Vanessa Carlton.&lt;br /&gt;Summery:- &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="It was 7am when the Doctor woke her up. "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“So?” Rose asked teasingly, tounge between her teeth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“So what?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the Doctor played along dancing around the console to music only he could hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Where are we going, or are you just going to dance around like a toddler who needs the loo?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Oh no you have to get changed fir-“ The full impact of what she said hit him “OI! I do not look like that” he pouted like a puppy, then his face suddenly lit up. “Pay back” he mouthed at her before chasing her down the TARDIS corridors squealing happily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“So Doctor,” Rose panted when they reached her room. “If your not going to tell me where we are going, will you at least tell me what to wear?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Nope.” He said swinging backwards and forwards on his feet, a huge grin plastered across his face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Well how else will I know what to wear, you don’t want me coming out dressed in my parka when we are going to Ibiza, do you?” The Doctor just started to laugh. “Do you” she growled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“No, no, not at all.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“So?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“You know you are really starting to bug me now. So what do I wear?” But at her words he just turned and left the room with a parting shot of “Don’t forget a banana”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Typical.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Half an hour later Rose had made it as far as the wardrobe and was currently selecting a jacket to go with her simple but beautiful dress. She had the perfect shoes black slip-ons with a small bow along the front. The dress was strapless and purple with a plain beaded pattern, and it puffed out slightly but not like the merangue Sarah Clarke had worn at her wedding, the day her Dad had died. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It was short but not too short and it had some movement. Looking at herself in the mirror, Rose was pretty sure it would be a nice evening gown, but practical if they had to run for their lives as they ended up doing so often. She just needed a jacket. That was when she stumbeled on a golden – cream designer jacket.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When Rose made it into the console room all the Doctor could do was stare, she looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen – alien or otherwise. Gone was his young, teenage Rose, in her place was an elegant, practical young woman. He felt himself tear up, this would be the first time she had been anywhere requiring an evening gown yet she looked like she had worn one all her life. On to Disney Planet it was, not just a theme park planet anymore, home of the best balls the Universe had ever seen and it was only 1878. They would go to the theme park part of it tommorow, for now he just wanted to dance with his Rose for the first time since his regeneration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Wow” Rose breathed as they stepped outside, this really was the most gorgeous place the Doctor had ever taken her too. It was heaven. It was a ballroom out of this world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She went on to have the best night of her life, she danced the night away in the truest sense of the phrase. In the arms of the man she loved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was 7am when the Doctor woke her up. “Rise and shine sleepy head, I really don’t know what all the fuss is about, I really should try it sometime but anyway. The biggest surprise is still to come.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Wha’?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Come on what are you waiting for, it’s 7 oclock already? We have to be up now. Come on you don’t want to miss your surprise now do you?” He was such and excitable thing. Pulling her out of bed. “Oh erm” he muttered when he realised she wasn’t wearing anything under the quilt, he made a rapid escape but not before he recived the famous Tyler slap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Get out you alien pervert!” She yelled so loud it echoed through the corridors of the TARDIS, if she could’ve put her hands over her ears, the Doctor was sure she would have. It hadn’t been his fault though how was he to know she wasn’t wearing anything, Rassilon forbid she actually stopped him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A few minutes later he meekly walked into her room where she was changing into her usual jeans and T-shirt. “I would wear shorts if I were you.” She looked over at him “Am I forgiven?” He asked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Always” She wrapped her arms around him as they embraced. “So are you going to tell me where we are going?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Now whatever gave you that idea Rose Tyler? I will tell you just this, it holds a kind of magic.” Grinning he stepped back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Disney World!” She squealed so loudly the Doctor again had to cover his ears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Not quite” He teased.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Your kidding, right, oh my god, you have got to be kidding, there is really a Disney planet?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Course, why else would I bring you here, you always told me you wanted to go to Disney world so I went one step better.” He said proudly, if he had feathers he would have ruffled them. He was so pleased he ahd been able to do something right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“You did this for me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Don’t see anyone else here do you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“No, but, this sorta stuff don’t happen to me, I don’t go to Disney and, hang on a minute, the TARDIS selected some evening gowns for me, we are on the Disney Plant, why evening gowns?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Well, I suppose they might just have the best balls in the universe, and I might just have wanted to see you in your evening get up.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Really, you did that for me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Anything my Rose”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“You know I can’t think of anything I would like better than to do this, travel with you, live this life. I love it, all of it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Me too. Come on enough soppyness, Rose Tyler would you care to accompany me to a ball.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Always” The laughs that followed would stay in his mind forever, that smile, that grin, that laugh, that dance, that night. They would haunt him in years to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yawning Rose stepped into the console room to find a dancing Doctor, where he got the energy from at that time of the morning she would never know, didn’t he ever sleep?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Morning sleepy head, today we see the rest of the planet, step inside, see the wonders, follow me to Disney planet!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Shut up and get me some coffee.” She grunted, grinning all the same, he really was the man she had dreamed of when she was 14. She would lie in bed at night and dream of a man who would whisk her away from all the bordom, keep her safe, make her coffee in the morning, surprise her, and love her as she loved him, as she sat at the kichen table sipping her freshly made drink she couldn’t help but think she had eveything she had ever wanted right here, with the Doctor. Wherever he went, she vowed, she would follow. He was the man she had always wished for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Here we go then, where to first, Rose? Rose?” But she wasn’t listening she was stood, staring open mouthed, wide eyed, with a look of amazment right there on her face as she stared at the entrance, and Cinderella’s castle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Can we go to Peter Pan” she wispered not taking her eyes of the castle, remembering when she was little, beiving in faries to help Tinkerbell, and the ticking clock in the croc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Course, which one?” breaking her eyes from the castle she turned to face him,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“what do you mean which one?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Well when my people created this for their children out of the acadamy they went forwards in time and gathered all of the Disney films that were to be made and then made a park for each one, it was a big success the adults loved it too, and soon they made it open to all planets.” He stopped suddenly as though realising he had been talking about his people, then gave a nervous smile, she reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze and he dragged them off in which direction, Rose still didn’t know, only he seemed to know where he was heading.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Here we are!” he announced when they stopped. “Captain Hooks escape – are you going to be the croc or shall I?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Ohh, I don’t know, but I have always wanted to be captain hook”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Are you mad, I thought girls wanted to be Wendy?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“snap – snap” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Doc – toooooooor” Rose squealed as they fell down the drop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“snap, snap, snap” was all he replied as they raced round the course, Rose had a suspicion it wasn’t meant to go that fast, but that didn’t bother the Doctor as he attacked her neck with renewed vigour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She opened her eyes just as they fell down another drop, but she was no loger in the front seat, she seemed to have joined the Doctor on his seat and whatever he was doing to her neck was making the world spin. When she become aware of herself again the Doctor had gone, she was alone in the boat and it was pulling into the exit, with suspision playing heavily on her mind she stepped out into the blazing sunshine, for no apparent reason the crowds seemed to part the way to the hall of mirrors, so with nowhere better to start looking for the Doctor than in there she entered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was dim and shiny and standing right in front of her was her Doctor, holding out a box. “I wanted you to know how much you meant to me and well, since you are always with me on the TARDIS I snuck off and well, it was my mothers most prised possesion, my father gave it to her, she was human like you and well, I thought”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Doctor” she breathed apparently not having taken in anything he said “You got this for me” She had not taken her eyes of the necklace in the box.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Well, I don’t see anyone else here.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Rose, I love you, I always have and always will and”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Doctor, my Doctor” The crowds that had gathered broke out in applause as she leant in to him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As they lay together watching the fireworks, Rose glancing down at the necklace every few minutes, as if to check it was still there and it wasn’t all a dream the Doctor spoke. “I meant what I said, I love you Rose Tyler.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“I love you too my Doctor.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:4900</id>
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    <title>Sadness at its height or is it insanity?</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T14:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T14:07:55Z</updated>
    <category term="drabble"/>
    <content type="html">Ok, so here it is, this was inspired by my *new* vest top.&amp;nbsp;It is basicly another Doomsday drabble, there will be more fics on the way because I have inspired my brother to write a fic.&amp;nbsp;I just thought it would be nice for him to get some feedback on it so I will post it here for him when he finishes it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep it to 100 words but I gave up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; isolus_gurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;After Doomsday all Rose needs is someone to take her home and care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters: &lt;/strong&gt;Rose, Jackie, Pete, Mickey, Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; None except Doomsday and where have you been if you haven't seen that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt; This was inspired by, wait for it, my new vest top. It simply says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Pedigree Puppy"&gt;She saw the heartbreaking look on his face as she dissapeared from his life forever.She knew she could never go home, back to the man she loved.&amp;nbsp;Her life had gone back to where it had started.&amp;nbsp;So she&amp;nbsp;cried until she could cry no more. She hit the wall with all her force hoping somehow it would take her back home. As she turned around and&amp;nbsp;saw the looks on her families faces she knew she couldn't just give up on them and this world no matter how hard it was for her.&amp;nbsp;She had&amp;nbsp;Pete to feed her,&amp;nbsp;her Mum&amp;nbsp;to love her,&amp;nbsp;Mickey to cuddle her but she had them all to take her home, it would never be the same but she could try to make the best of the worst thing that could happen to her.&amp;nbsp;And one day, one day she would be by his side once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are not nessesary but would be great! as is feedback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:4697</id>
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    <title>K-9 wallpaper</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T16:19:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-09T16:20:33Z</updated>
    <category term="wallpaper"/>
    <content type="html">Ok before you look away it is Doctor/Rose! My brother roped me into making him a k-9 wallpaper with the Doctor, Rose and Sarah Jane on it, I thought you might be interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Under a cut because there are two"&gt;With Sarah Jane for anyone who may be interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/00008a47/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/00008a47/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without for people like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/000090t8/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/000090t8/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, I thought I might as well share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit - Sorry my mistake I thought it was T&amp;amp;C I was posting too.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:4457</id>
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    <title>The Cross</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T18:17:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T18:17:13Z</updated>
    <category term="fics"/>
    <category term="little brothers"/>
    <content type="html">I am SOOO proud of my brother, not only is he having a stab at Doctor/Rose fanfic he has also come up with a monster for it. I thought you would all like to see his notes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concealed in metal&lt;br /&gt;Two legs&lt;br /&gt;Red like a Sycorax&lt;br /&gt;Dalek balls on legs&lt;br /&gt;Horns on the bottom of legs&lt;br /&gt;Spikes on upper body&lt;br /&gt;metal wings&lt;br /&gt;Spikes shoot off to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just LOVE little kids at moments like that? I will post his story up on T&amp;amp;C when he has finished it (good job he has no beta she would die with his fic he hasn't even put a capital letter for Rose or Doctor!) He has done it because thats what I spend all my time doing! Unfortunatly I have been roped in to help.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Love your beta day!</title>
    <published>2007-05-16T13:02:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-16T13:04:43Z</updated>
    <category term="beta"/>
    <lj:music>All I need - Within Temptation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so long time no see but i thought I would post with this: Love your beta day, ok so the origianal from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_dark_aegis' lj:user='dark_aegis' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://dark-aegis.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://dark-aegis.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark_aegis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was posted a while ago now but i have had LOTS of homework and have only just got round to posting it up here like i said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Unknown LJ tag]&lt;/b&gt;and as&amp;nbsp;much as I agree with her, this is my contribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betas are increadable, mine certainly is don't take him/her for granted, it isn't easy i've tried my hand at it and suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_jaceyangel' lj:user='jaceyangel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://jaceyangel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://jaceyangel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jaceyangel for all the hard work she has put in for me.    I don&amp;#39;t know why the text has gone blue and bold but i can&amp;#39;t fix it so try to ignore it.  this doesn&amp;#39;t seem to have turned out right I will see how it looks when I post.  EDIT - Something has gone wrong I don&amp;#39;t know how to fix it any ideas please let me know &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wally goodness</title>
    <published>2007-04-29T20:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-29T20:17:19Z</updated>
    <category term="wallpaper"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Heya everyone! Here is a wallpaper for you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Still isn't Rose"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/000034t4/"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/000034t4/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I may need to resize it so let me know if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment if taking because my ego demands it&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all my fellow Doctor/Rose shippers</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:3795</id>
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    <title>isolus_gurl @ 2007-04-18T14:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T13:47:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-18T13:47:06Z</updated>
    <category term="david tennant"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;Happy Birthday David Tennant!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:3515</id>
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    <title>PM</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T19:33:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T19:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ok so I am REALLY pre menstral and have had a BIG blowout with my dad and brother, as a result he has said I can't watch DW this weekend!!! He knows that is all I have in life and he can't just take that away from me, I am so gonna watch it anyway he would have to tie me up and blindfold me to stop me from watching it, and if I don't watch it nobody else does and thats a promise *sigh* oh well at least I still have live journal.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isolus_gurl:3147</id>
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    <title>Stunned Silence</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T15:27:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T15:27:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need fan vids, specificly Doctor/Rose but anything will do, in return I bring you a sequil to my earlier drabble &lt;em&gt;Won't Forget But I Won't Cry&lt;/em&gt;, again just a drabble but this time from the Doctors POV.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title-Stunned Silence&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Author-I think you know by now don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer-RTD is my dad, although he doesn't know it yet, so I am the heir to Doctor Who. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers-Only Doomsday, but I am sure we have all watched that and got the tear stains to proove it.&lt;br /&gt;Summary-&lt;em&gt;After Bad Wolf Bay the Doctor delt with the bride, saved the earth all in stunned silence, only speaking when nessesary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rating-Open to all.&lt;br /&gt;Beta-Please, I have no-one and my work could really do with a beta.&lt;br /&gt;Archive-Just let me know please&lt;br /&gt;Characters-the Doctor, Rose, mentions of Donna, Martha, Pete, Jackie, Jake and Mickey&lt;br /&gt;A/N- I am struggling to get icons that match my fics, this was the only sutible one I had for this fic so if anyone knows of any would you mind letting me know. Thanks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A/N2- You caught me I really should get a life, I hear&amp;nbsp;Waterstones is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;"&gt;After Bad Wolf Bay the Doctor delt with the bride, saved the earth all in stunned silence, only speaking when nessesary. Stupid humans he's a superior species they shouldn't effect him in this way, but then he tells himself its not just any old human is it it is Rose Marion Tyler, the woman who held his heart and he never even had the chance to tell her he felt so deeply. She had told he how she felt and he had swanned of, Typical, he never could handle domestic. "&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;" he yelled inside his head&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"I had no choice, If I could have saved her I would."&lt;/em&gt; But it didn't matter how much he told himself that or how much he told himself she was better of with Pete and Jackie and Jake and even Mickey, they could keep her safe, not just from the aliens out there, but from him he wasn't safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried until he could cry no more. He lashed out until his hands were red and raw and some more. But nothing he did made any difference, he still failed her, if it weren't for Pete she would be dead. As if all this wasn't bad enough, loosing Rose, he had lost his family all over again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met Martha and slowly he began to heal, she took his mind of things&amp;nbsp;and tried to help and he loved her for that but&amp;nbsp;she just wasn't Rose, she had lovley hair, skin, voice,&amp;nbsp;hands, personality but they just wern't Roses and it killed him that little more deep down inside until there was nothing left, then he met Jack, Jack who he had thought was dead and they mourned Rose together, and one day he woke up and he hadn't had a night filled with nightmares, his&amp;nbsp;pillow&amp;nbsp; wasn't wet from last&amp;nbsp;nights tears. He started to remember her without crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would never forget Rose but he had Martha to look after now and resposibilities again. He still loved Rose and still tried desperatly to find a way back to her, but Jack had fixed him, he could remember the happy times rather than regret what had been done or hadn't been done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me what you think, is it good? *bites lip in antisipation* If you are not quick my poor lip will bleed and that will drag the Doctor away from finding Rose and you wouldn't want that would you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>i think its a happy drabble</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T17:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-10T17:02:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just a quick drabble I thought of while I was on holiday, and fine tuned when I was ill last night. As for the title I was thinking of calling it Five and a Half Hours but I vaugley remember someonelse posting a fic with that title and I don't want to step on anyones toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title-&lt;em&gt;any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Author-In case you hadn't quessed ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rating-all and anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Characters-Rose, mentions of Mickey, Jake, Pete and Jackie&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers-Doomsday, if you look hard enough Parting of the Ways and Girl in the Fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer-If I could do something about Doomsday I would.&lt;br /&gt;X-Posted-DWFiction, Sortofyeah and Tardis_love&lt;br /&gt;Beta-I am going solo here and would love a beta for any and all of my fics.&lt;br /&gt;Archive-Sure but I would like to know.&lt;br /&gt;A/N-For those of you who are waiting for chapter 3 of Times Up, I am waiting till I have a beta and I will then post the improved 1st and 2nd chapters and then chapter 3, I know it is long winded but I am hoping, will make it more enjoyable in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;A/N2-Please comment, I am thinking of doing a Doctor one if this one goes down well.&lt;br /&gt;Summary-&lt;em&gt;After Bad Wolf Bay Rose Marion Tyler cried.&lt;/em&gt; Post Doomsday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="As the years passed..."&gt;After Bad Wolf Bay, Rose Marion Tyler cried. She cried into her mum, Mickey anyone who would let her, she cried herself to sleep, a short restless sleep full of &lt;em&gt;him, &lt;/em&gt;he who caused her all this pain. The Doctor, through her gut wrenching sobs she wondered, where is he, is he alone, was he thinking of her? To many questions all hurting as much as the sobs.&amp;nbsp;Like this she continued. Slipping in and out of consiousness all the while crying. She was ill now, her temperature was sky high, she had been sick several times. Yet still she did not stop. Still did not sleep properly for thoughts of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five and a half hours she stopped crying, over the next few days she was still very ill, but she did not cry again, instead she smiled, and, slowly her temperature returned to normal, the vomiting stopped, and she was back at work. He had told her to wait five and a half hours, so she had done. She had mourned him for five and a half hours, enough to make herself ill. She had moved on, she would never forget him but she would live the fantastic life he had once told her to do. She would make him proud.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years passed, she did not forget but she did not cry over her loss any more, she was happy to have known him, and happy with the way things had turned out. Mickey now had Jake and her mum had Pete again and a child, she had memories and a fantastic life with lots of friend and family who loved her. Because of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never forget him, but she had moved on with her life now, she was happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="CLEAR: left" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Goodbye!</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T15:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-04T15:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am going on holiday early tommorow, sure I am only going to Scharborogh and only till Mon but I still feel quite sad leaving you all behind, Yes I wil be watching Doctor Who on Sat though, I have made my parents promise they would find a way for me to watch it otherwise I said I wasn't going. Goodbye till Monday then!!!! *waves franticly* :-(</content>
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    <title>TARDIS + Rabbit + Child = Hell</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T15:53:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T15:56:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Anonamous asked for some fluff about rabbits, and I fancied having a go at Irishlullaby's &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3298272.html?view=33946848#t33946848"&gt;April pic fic challange&lt;/a&gt; no. 11 so I thought I would combine the two together and I came up with this&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:-TARDIS + Rabbit + Child&amp;nbsp;= Hell&lt;br /&gt;Author:- Me&lt;br /&gt;Summary:- Rose and&amp;nbsp;the Doctor have a child, Katie in their care for the night but she brings a rabbit and not everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:- You've read my fics do you really think i'm good enough to write an episode, let alone come up with it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Rating:- PG safe for anyone just pure fluff.&lt;br /&gt;Pairing 10/Rose &lt;br /&gt;Spoilers:-Doomsday and Parting of the Ways&lt;br /&gt;A/N:- Reunion fic of sorts. Anyone willing to beta for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;"My Rose" the Doctor murmered in her ear, in truth he was just so relived to have her back, Pete had been great for Rose, Jackie and Mickey from what he had seen but they were his family and having only just gained them, it hurt more than anyhting ever had when they were trapped in Pete's world. "My Doctor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been&amp;nbsp;three months&amp;nbsp;since he had found a way back through the void, It was their first night back together, it had taken the Doctor that long to set them all back up in this universe, they had all had to go by the name of&amp;nbsp;Foreman instead of Tyler after the Doctors granddaughter, it made sence that they went by that name since&amp;nbsp;Jackie had bullied the Doctor into doing something he never dreamed he would. He was going to marry Rose, they wouldn't settle down, they would still continue the same lifestyle just as John Foreman and Rose Foreman that was all. but mabie he had thought just mabie we could settle down and have kids, after all Roses life was just a drop in the ocean compared to his he was sure the universe could manage without him for a while, by then the kids will all be grown up and could have their own TARDIS's and help him with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now. he thought as he laid down next to Rose, We are now married and have our first child on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle John"&amp;nbsp;a voice broke into his peaceful thinking&amp;nbsp;"can I have a biscit" Oh and they were babysitting for Roses&amp;nbsp;3&amp;nbsp;year old&amp;nbsp;sister Katie while Jacke and Pete were on holiday with some old friends. And she had a rabbit, all in the TARDIS together. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Augghh" He screamed as he fell. This was worse than Daleks and Cybermen put together locked in a room with him. "Rose get this damned rabbit off my ship!" he yelled&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Doctor lighten up a bit, this is Katies first trip in the TARDIS and she just brought her rabbit thats all. Anyway i'm sure it can't be that bad." then she fell over said rabbit&amp;nbsp; which was in the prosess of running away from a very mad and heavy Doctor. "I thought rabbits were cute and fluffy." she said through a mouthful of brown and white fur. That was when Katie came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You found him!" she squeled when she spotted the rabbit ignoring Rose and flattening the Doctor who was trying to get up, in her haste to get to the trouble maker. "Come here you." she spoke soothingly but the Doctor wasn't letting her get away with this, so he simply pulled her down on top of him, arousing a squeal of giggles from Katies tiny red lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose decided she was missing out on all the fun so she pulled them both on top of her, that was when the baby inside her kicked for the first time. "Come here Katie, Doctor" She beconed Katie came from behind her, gently reaching for her hands Rose drew them around onto her stomache. "Wow" the blonde breathed "Is that my niece or nephew Rosie." Rose smiled, Katie had remembered their talk when she first found out she was pregnant. "Yes sweety it is."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors turn now and he carefully laid his hand across her stomache, but the baby had stopped "Rose I thought the baby was kicking." he wined&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Doctor it was but 's stopped now 'm sorry." Rose explained&amp;nbsp; but he still wasn't to happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night they were reading Katie a bedtime story in her room for the night, when the door quietly slid open, only the Doctor heard it though, he turned and smiled at Jackie who was standing in the doorway, just out of sight from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;"night night Rosie, Uncle John" Katie murmured as the story finished, she was already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave Rose a moment before he to left the room, as he slid the door closed he saw Jackie smiling knowingly and Rose pestering her. He went over and put his arm around Rose to draw her to him before he to started pestering her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" he grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing it's just that you two will make such great parents." and with that she stalked off to find Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Hides* Is it ok? Please tell me what you think, Please, I bring cookies *Looks around hopefully* Anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>isolus_gurl @ 2007-03-03T21:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-03T21:41:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-03T21:41:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i'm feeling rather depressed today although I dont know why because I made my first wallpaper to be found &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/isolus_gurl/pic/000016ds/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I thought I would post&amp;nbsp;although it is just like&amp;nbsp;talking to myself.&amp;nbsp;with the weekend nearly over I have a book reveiw&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Pride and Predudice due in and I only have half done. The problem is to write a book reveiw you need an opinion on the book and i don't have one. TYPICAL! so if anyone has any suggestions i'm all ears.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>isolus_gurl @ 2007-02-24T15:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T15:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T15:09:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Post a one word comment that you think best describes me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then paste it in your journal and i will do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aibhinns idea</content>
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