Here you shall enjoy the fics that I feel are too short to be posted independently and/or I feel are better if read as part of a whole. Also, possible fragments of larger fics that can stand on their own too. Expect a lot of character study, introspection, parallels, missing moments, overanalysis of actual moments, vague symbolism, angst, poetry, and nope.

In which the Rule of Fun prevails and an old fanfic resurfaces. Or, to quote the creator of the famous "Tenth Doctor, The Musical": "That's my new personal canon, by the way. When the Doc regenerates, his older self isn't gone, it just goes home and watches his current self on the TV."

"There is something indefinably, yet immensely sad and tired about him, from his tousled, grey hair to his feet, where the water laps at his boots. The tide may have brought him there, but he looks more as if he had fallen right at the edge of the sea from a great height." - In which we get all fluffy and metaphysical in a weird, vague, symbolic, and poetic manner.

"The familiar dizziness threatens to overwhelm him and he briefly loses his balance, arms and legs going numb. It's like holding your breath for too long, resisting this. Concentrate on this: the Doctor doesn't have to die. *He* does. But maybe it's okay now. Maybe, he dares to hope, even this will be enough." - An introspective study of regeneration, death, and life.

"We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back." - Every story ever told really happened. And some stories, like this one, are important. Would you like to hear it again?

"What he really treasures is her smile, the spark that lights up her face when she finally sees through the veil." An introspective study of Sight and Seeing in the 12th Doctor era. All the parallels, symbolism, sadness, and poetry.

Because the sim!Doctor was carrying around River's diary in Extremis and I have feelings, alright? And I have to analyse character actions in a weird but emotional way. Oh, and because I'm evil, I guess./ / Or "In which your questions are answered with heartbreak, the Nope-landers send their regards."

John Smith is just an ordinary man who works in the Department of Commonality and doesn't like getting into trouble. But something is not quite right with the world... Is he going insane? (Adapted from the comic story published in the 50th anniversary issue of Doctor Who Magazine, issue 467.)

"Sleep is vital. Sleep is wonderful. Even *I* sleep." "When?" Clara's expression is one of amused curiosity. He locks away the quite recent bad memories that spring up, and blinks, his face impassive. "Well, when you're not looking." - Or, in which the Doctor tells the truth, from a certain point of view, and we dive into his psyche and basically torture him. Enjoy.

An introspective character study of the Doctor and the Master, inspired by Series 10. Basically, the way in which the Master is like the Doctor is that the Master is *potentially* the Doctor, and vice versa. The Doctor has met other people who are like him in some ways, the whole point is that he turns people into him. But the two *began* on the same path. So the Doctor wonders...

The fans speculated the hell out of it. Why not the characters? Series 6.

"You know, I've read a lot of books that this chair would be quite useful for." Enjoy the poor Doctor's hilarious misery. You sadists. Shame on you.

Happy "Heaven Sent" anniversary! (Yes, it deserves one, so therefore, it *has* one. Deal with it). Wasn't that episode amazing? Yes, yes it was. But while fic can still be moving (I hope), everything can be made funny; nay, everything can be made *ridiculous* if you try hard enough. EVERYTHING. Observe, beautiful readers.

"Trapped in a world unlike any other he has seen, the Doctor faces the greatest challenge of his many lives. One final test. And he must face it alone. Can he make it through?" Heaven Sent fic.

A tale of great perseverance, outstanding courage, cultural misunderstandings and a lot of misplaced, poetic rambling. The Doctor knows when to honour bravery, goddammit! And this is Serious Business! (Tv Tropes)

"There was a war..." And a man who ended it, punished with survival, unimaginable guilt, and the impossible choice confronting him again and again. The Doctor longs for what he freely gives and can never have: as long as he believes that he doesn't deserve it.

"One last day with your beloved". The Doctor finally has to take River to the Singing Towers. His point of view, his thoughts and feelings (As poetry! Which *scans*!) as he remembers all that they have been through together, as the last day before the Dark Times -11's lowest point- approaches. In the end he has to face it. (Now AU)

"The Doctor grows old and dies like everyone else, and until then he saves lives and makes people happier. And then he breaks the rules and keeps doing it. Because that's a better story." Always remember. Regeneration anniversary, people!

Don't be alone, Doctor. You need a hand to hold. Doc's point of view. (Or if you like, he's depressed one day -again- and decides to write a poem: "I write poems now. Poems are cool. No Clara, for the last time, I'm not emo, I don't listen to Linkin Park, go bother someone else, or be Impossible, or something!")

"I am not deleting my emotions. I don't care what happens. There was a time when I wasn't human. When I was forced not to love you. Never again." She grasps the withered, wrinkled hand in hers. "Together; or not at all". Death In Heaven, Nethersphere fic.