Theoretically, if someone with time travel capabilities figured out Batman's secret identity, the easiest way to get rid of Batman wouldn't be to kill him. It would be to stop his obsession with crime in the first place. Unfortunately, the time stream can be stubborn about things like that.

The Sky People's technology helps to save Tsu'tey after the battle, but he isn't quite sure what to think of the broken Sky Person in the wheeled chair that keeps coming to visit him while he's recovering. Friendship fic, AU for obvious reasons.

All it takes is a small push for Melody's entire world to fall apart. Luckily, there's a certain metacrisis duplicate around to give a helping hand. -zeppelin universe-

I have the strangest dreams sometimes, Rory said, apropos of almost nothing. The absolute strangest.

She hadn't expected to find a helping hand in this town; especially him, especially now. TDKR, Missing Scene

The Doctor's gone, and Amy doesn't talk about her feelings. She puts them in a TARDIS, a replica in her mind, and she imagines sending them into the future, where she'll deal with them later. But now this stupid couple is telling her she looks sad and asking if she wants to talk, because they've lost someone, too, and the TARDIS doors are opening - whether Amy likes it or not.

In his rage, the Doctor imprisoned the Family of Blood forever, sealing one of them in a mirror. Time changes all beings, especially if it's time spend with the Doctor, and the relfection in your mirror sees everything. Covers seasons 3 and 4.

Because they are always they, one and the other, together, the same absolute value, the only difference in presentation and predilection and charge. A theory on two complementary pairs. Spoilers up through 2x1, ignores anything past that.

It's the dead of night and, deep in the bowels of the ARC, a daring rescue mission is taking place...

John's not kitted out for a death match today, and Moran is only armed with a half-eaten almond horn.

Ondine 2009 She found a family she liked and grew to be a part of it. Ondine, Syracuse, Annie Ondine/Syracuse .

Lady Emily Merchant travels very light, but some things are always with her.

Jess reveals to Matt that she knows why he joined the ARC. She's more dangerous than Matt realised. She has secrets of her own.

A shadow looms over her, a shadow in the shape of her grandmother's scrutiny, of duty and what is proper. Her paradoxical buildings have become fevered mazes, false starts and false ends. But oh, there was a time when she could build dreams. A/A

One Shot. There was one thing only – and only one thing – that Alice planned to bring back with her to Underland.

AU. In the seedy but colorful district of Wonderland, there’s no better detective around than Hatter. A little unorthodox, maybe, but he always gets the job done. And his newest client? Alice Hamilton, an outsider whose boyfriend has just gone missing.

Arthur's perception of the real world is so drastically different from in his dreams that he's never confused about which is real. Cobb discovers just how different it is, and why, and gains a little perception of his own.

He returns to reality. Oneshot.

An exploration of Ariadne's relationships with Eames, Cobb, and Arthur. One-shot.

Not all pathways are doors, and all doors pathways. Hatter finds out the hard way that space and time are all relative sometimes. A humorous drabble-tribute to the brilliant Andrew-Lee Potts.

Duchess and Jack falter their way towards each other, amid conspiracies, ambushes, and dangerous silences.

Silence has fallen, but the Doctor is screaming in the dark, immobile and imprisoned. AU from The Pandorica Opens.

The call him the Sun Lord, because he will not let them call him Emperor. After the Endor disaster, Princess Leia meets her brother for the last time, and the cycle begins anew. Dark Luke, Leia AU

Wonderland is being rebuilt. Duchess fights to find her place in it and for Jack to see the truth in her.

Helen/Klaatu. An AU in which Klaatu stays, and Helen and Jacob's lives inevitably complicate. You get used to an alien at the dinner table faster than you think.

She feels like an unknown dirge, a multipart symphony in patience and distance unbroken by the clawing sensation of unjustness which calmly and constantly exists in her throat. Ten, Rose.