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I’ve finally given in to my urges to write Whofic and to try that story prompt where you shuffle your music playlist and write a story based on the title of the first song that plays. Caution: ficlets range from dark and angsty to silly and fluffy. Will probably end up using most of, if not all of, the Doctors, but I expect to have a lot of 10, maybe some 4, 9, and 8. Because 8 is great, oh look I made a rhyme! Okay, enough. I don’t want the author’s notes to be longer than the ficlet. I've also posted these, and some more, on fanfiction.net under the title "Shufflefic!" (My username on ff.net is Karm Starkiller, go put me on your 'alert' list and leave a few reviews!)

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Song: “Burning Homestead” – Star Wars: A New Hope soundtrack, composed by John Williams.
Doctor: 8 or 9

The device was ready, all that he had to do was activate it and the Last Great Time War would be over, with no victory for anyone. He felt numb; there was no use in arguing with himself any more. It had to be done, and he was the only one who could do it. His hands closed over the lever and started to push it down. A thought came into his mind of the small estate he’d purchased so long ago, before he’d even begun thinking about leaving Gallifrey.

I was going to go out and live by myself, out on the borders of the wastelands, he thought, but I never actually got around to moving. I wanted to be alone and thought that would be the best way, the life of a country hermit on a homestead in the middle of nowhere. That’ll never happen now, my little house with its windows and garden and a bench beneath that old silver-leafed tree. It’ll burn, and nobody will ever live there.

The lever clicked into place and Gallifrey died.



Song: “At Wit’s End” – Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End soundtrack, composed by Hans Zimmer
Doctor: 3

Here he was, exiled to Earth, his TARDIS inoperative, and the knowledge that would enable him to fix it locked away in his mind by those insufferable Time Lords. It wasn’t that Earth was all that bad. He probably wouldn’t have minded being forced to remain there, if it hadn’t been forced on him by his own people. But he had no choice in the matter. The Time Lords had taken away his freedoms – the freedom to travel wherever and whenever he liked; the freedom to choose his own companions; even the matter of regeneration had been forced on him. The Brigadier and the others at UNIT were accommodating, but the Doctor thought he sensed an undercurrent of pity in their willingness to help him. A Time Lord, with more knowledge and experience than they could dream of, and they pitied him? Outrageous!

He had to repair his TARDIS, regain his freedom. If only he could remember how.



Song: “Reel Around the Sun” from Riverdance
Doctor: 1

It really had been absurdly simple to “borrow” one of the outdated type 40 time capsules; the TARDIS, Susan had named it. Now here he was, setting the coordinates for his first step to true freedom.

“Where are we going, Grandfather?” Susan asked eagerly as the time rotor started its up-and-down motion. “Is it supposed to make that noise?”

“Of course it’s supposed to make that noise!” the Doctor protested. “And we’re going everywhere. Think of it, Susan. Anywhere we like, without anyone to tell us what we can and cannot do! There are so many things I want to show you - Antrallinax V during its ocean bloom, the Rift at the Medusa Cascade, the glass mountains of Kesharsan, and this remarkable little planet called Sol III. I’ve only been able to learn a little bit about it, but it sounds fascinating.”

The TARDIS laughed softly to herself as this Doctor did his best to steer her flight. You don’t know what half the controls do, much less how I should be flown. Let me show you. With that, she easily overrode his commands and flung herself through the Vortex, spinning through Reality, dipping and tumbling with the joy of flight after centuries of disuse on Gallifrey. We can dance a reel through Time together, see every star, visit every planet. You’re my Time Lord, Doctor, and I’m your TARDIS.