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The Blue BoxThe Blue Box
"Put a mysterious blue box slap-bang in the middle of town, what do people do? Walk past it."
And that was exactly they did.
So she sits there, strong, sturdy, but it’s been too long. Moss and vines creep across the fading blue, biting into the long crack that runs across the door, the grass beneath her pale and dead.
Kids skip past, running their hands across the gilded surface. People mill across the busy streets, heads bowed over their phones, and most ignore the old curious blue box that's been there for years, the one that no one can get into.
But there was a time, not so far back, when this box, oh, this box was the universe. It's seen dancing storms and molten crusts, hungry forests and shuddering valleys, it's seen the raging blaze of suns, and desolate dark of moons.
It's seen planets hundreds of years from being discovered, it's seen the demise of worlds, and the birth of others. It's seen endless pain, and boundless joy, tears and laughter, ends an
Watch The Stars (Sequel to TheWatch The Stars
(Sequel to The Blue Box)
A WhoLock Fanfiction
“If the first thing you do after coming back is get us killed,” Rose shrieks over the sound of the screaming Reapers smashing against the TARDIS, “Mum’s not going to be very pleased!”
“I know-!” The Doctor yells back, before being the lurching TARDIS slams him violently into the console. “No, no no no! You’re not supposed to turn that wa- Why are you- Don’t do that, don’t d- Oof!”
Rose rolls her eyes as her Time Lord is flung across the TARDIS, and holds on for dear life.
John Watson hasn’t dreamt for a long time.
He’d been expecting them, though. He’d been expecting the nightmares of the man, the man who’d showed him the battlefield, the war, the thrill. Nightmares of Sherlock Holmes flying, falling, coat a grotesque imitation of wings. The thump as he hit the ground, the scarlet bleeding
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