Fic Tennis: Round 21 (AU, redux, 2/?)
As is our way, Allison and I are on to a second entry for this round of fic tennis. As is also our way, we’ll tag “fic tennis,” for your savioring needs.
The prompt for this round is below. Part One is here.
It’s almost reflexive, the way Rose moves to follow this strange bloke back into his boxy little teleport. It’s only when she catches sight of her work uniform, still crumpled in a bright white pile on the dirt that she realizes she needs to tell her mum…something.
She needs to tell her mum something, reassure her that she’s OK, at least.
“I have to send word to my mum, Doctor,” she says, raising her voice a little so he can hear her where he’s already inside the TARDIS, flipping switches and fiddling with things.
His head pops back out the doors, hair askew, glasses on the end of his nose and, oh, aren’t those — well, they’re a bit nice, aren’t they?
For One NIght
Author: Sequence Fairy
Summary: A dimension-hopping Rose finds a Doctor…
Part 1: Practical Ghosts
And I heard your voice, as clear as day, and you told me I should concentrate, it was all so strange and so surreal, that a ghost should be so practical. - “Only if for One Night” F+TM
Rose sighs,pushing her hair back off her face for the fifteen hundredth time in the last hour. She’s exhausted. They all are.