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lone_defender) wrote2010-08-07 06:01 am
lone_defender) wrote2010-08-07 06:01 am
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After their latest adventure, Rose hadn't found it surprising at all that Amelia and Donna chose to take a few weeks off from traveling. Although, she imagined they wouldn't last the full month, she could understand why they'd want the break in the first place. It'd been emotionally and physically draining for everyone.
Rose herself felt exhausted enough that she'd almost gone with Donna's not-so-subtle nudges to take the weeks off herself, and spend a bit of time with Torchwood instead. Almost. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself for an entire week of sitting on her hands instead of looking for the Doctor. She had limited time to find him, and the universe couldn't just have her idling about, wasting time, instead of looking.
She'd lasted a few hours of chatter and catching up on paperwork before she'd slipped out to the TARDIS and escaped. She didn't have a specific destination in mind, but maybe that was for the best. She could stumble across something important. And with the way her luck had been lately? It seemed more likely she would if she wasn't guessing.
She managed a few moments of aimless flight, scrolling through possible destinations, before she crashed. Or, more accurately, before colliding with something hard enough to send her sprawling painfully--as opposed to those times when it was just amusing--to the grating. And that alarm, unfamiliar as it was, couldn't be good.
She groaned, rubbing her head, and blinked up at the rotor, gathering her wits about her once more. "You're not s'posed to..."
...Be there.
How in the world was there suddenly someone standing TARDIS?
Rose herself felt exhausted enough that she'd almost gone with Donna's not-so-subtle nudges to take the weeks off herself, and spend a bit of time with Torchwood instead. Almost. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself for an entire week of sitting on her hands instead of looking for the Doctor. She had limited time to find him, and the universe couldn't just have her idling about, wasting time, instead of looking.
She'd lasted a few hours of chatter and catching up on paperwork before she'd slipped out to the TARDIS and escaped. She didn't have a specific destination in mind, but maybe that was for the best. She could stumble across something important. And with the way her luck had been lately? It seemed more likely she would if she wasn't guessing.
She managed a few moments of aimless flight, scrolling through possible destinations, before she crashed. Or, more accurately, before colliding with something hard enough to send her sprawling painfully--as opposed to those times when it was just amusing--to the grating. And that alarm, unfamiliar as it was, couldn't be good.
She groaned, rubbing her head, and blinked up at the rotor, gathering her wits about her once more. "You're not s'posed to..."
...Be there.
How in the world was there suddenly someone standing TARDIS?
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One day soon, she told herself, she'd find out of that message got through. Despite the fact that they'd very nearly destroyed the entire universe, maybe that's what running into him was a sign of. She was getting closer to finding a way to get him back after all.
That was, if Donna didn't strangle her for making her miss out on that little crisis first.