Right. The reviews have been severely laking as of late. I'm sorry about the last chapter, I know it wasn't as good as some of the other ones. But I give what I take, so you guys have to give me prompts. This is the last of my prewritten stories, so if I ever get stuck, I'm sorry. It's up to you guys now. And remember, your prompts must be Fandom; One/Two word prompt; Character(s). If you want to leave little notes as to where/when it's set or what ships you want in it or even whether it's fluff/angst/whatever, cool. Just remember the prompt formula.

Sorry for the long author's note. Allons-y!

Imagine yourself sitting in class, waiting for your teacher to walk in to start the day. You're turned around talking with your friends when the bell rings. You turn to face the front of the room just as the teacher walks in. Except it's not your teacher, it's a substitute; one that's all too familiar. He strolls in, a giant grin on his face and his hands in his pockets. You know the pockets are much bigger than they appear, just as you know he's wearing cream colored converse with the brown pinstriped suit he's wearing. He stops at the front of the room and rocks on the balls of his feet.

"Hello class. My name is John Smith, I'll be covering this class until your teacher returns." You snort at his name, an obvious fake. His eyes flicker over and land on you, his eyebrows drawn in confusion. You smile at him and wave slightly. He shakes his head and continues to talk, starting a lecture on where you left off. You raise your hand, a smirk settling on your face. He sees you and nods, letting you know you can speak.

"Are you the Doctor?" You question him. The rest of the classroom turns to look at you in confusion. Your friends snicker behind you. His brown eyes widen.

"What?" He says, in the way you knew he would. You chuckle and your friends laugh with you. He clears his throat and composes himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about. My name is John Smith, I'm your substitute teacher." He assure you, and the rest of the class.

"I don't think you are, though. I think you're a 907 year old Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey." You tell him.

"What?" He repeats. More people laugh as his voice gets higher. Your classmates are looking at you like you're insane. You probably are. You continue to question him until he says the fourth 'what', then you quiet down and let him teach.

However, you can't resist raising your hand one last time before the bell rings. He gives you a strange look before nodding and letting you speak. You feel slightly guilty as you put down your hand, knowing that this last question is the worst.

"Do you love Rose Tyler, sir?" You ask him. The bell rings before he can answer and you leave him standing there, dumbstruck, his mouth gaping like a fish. Before you are consumed by the swell and noise of the hallway you hear him breath out, very faintly, an answer.

"With both my hearts."

The words leave you with a smile on your face and a skip in your step for the rest of the day.

Sorry if you don't ship them. I still say that hearing him admit it would bring a smile to your face, because let's face it, that was just one more hole that needed to be filled.

Remember to give me prompts, please. If not for me, then for my readers, all two of you.

(kidding, I love all of my readers, seriously, you guys are the best)

*sobs in the background*i miss rtd*crawls into a ball*