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The waiting room for the ER didn't buzz or bustle with activity at 1 am; it droned.  The sounds of tired equipment and even more tired staff created a monotonous white noise that fluttered about the few unfortunate souls that were around to hear it.  Not a person made a sound above a murmur, and a few people sat in clusters around the room, all of them giving strangers a wide berth.  No one felt sociable in the ER at 1 am. Lance Alvers sat on one end of a little thread bare, two-seater couch.  His feet were stretched out in front of him and his hands were knit loosely together and resting on his chest.  Every once in a while his head would r

WARNING: (several actually) DOES contain Mpreg (well it would as this is based on Loosescrappers fan comic Against All Odds, sooo BLAME LOOSESCRAPPER, IT'S ALL HER FAULT!) so just to let you know, you've had fair warning. Second, I will be using both British and American English in the narration. but Lance and Pietro's dialog will use American English and the Doctor and Donna's dialog will use British English, though they will use some American words. Also, DOES contain some bullshit science Doctor Who is well known for. Disclaimer: Doctor Who and everything associated with it belongs to the BBC (except for the daleks, they belong to the T

It was late. Pietro could hear the clock in the kitchen ticking away quietly as he stood in the doorway of the junk-he mentally corrected himself-nursery, shifting on his feet as he watched the twins, his boys, sleeping. A duck-shaped nightlight threw a dim golden glow into the room, illuminating two tiny little faces, so similar in appearance and yet so different. He smiled softly and leaned against the doorjamb, careful not to make any noise. Jared and Roic had finally settled down into a normal sleeping pattern, and he didn't want to disturb them. Not when he and Lance were finally able to sleep more than three hours at a stretch. Roic l

Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy- Because I'm easy come, easy go, A little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me Did you really think it would do you any good? Running off like that? If you really loved her you would have stayed. What am I saying? Of course you loved her. Everyone who knew you knew that. We could see it in your eyes every time she was mentioned. And she loved you. That was clear. But did you ever think that someone else might love you?