Family. It’s something the Doctor tries hard not to think about. Only madness lies that way, grief and loss overshadowing every happy memory.
Yet since meeting Rose the darkness surrounding those thoughts, that word, has lessened. Here in this street, with three pairs of arms entwined around him, accepting him, he dares to dream of family again.
Rose, Mickey, Jackie, their lives may be fleeting but they make him feel almost whole with their simple embrace and the knowledge that he is loved.
( “Better with two,” she says. )
Okay so my muse has been missing for so long but I thought I'd have a go at doing a 100 word drabble. You may read it as either Nine or Ten although I think I was probably leaning more towards Nine. It's not much but enjoy. I hope my muse will respond to some yummy chocolate or something and come home sooner rather than later.
Characters: Nine or Ten with Rose Tyler
Unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own.
He did not do this. In a world of grey and white he did not belong. He was the last of the Time Lords. A birth right that however tainted, demanded his full concentration. He could not allow himself to be side tracked; should not, could not, would not.
Well at least that was his intention but intention seemed to go out the window when faced with one flushed Rose Tyler and an avalanche of soft duck feathers that were currently raining down on his head.
Intentions be damned. After all there was more than one use for a feather.