makeherblue: (the doctor's wife 4)
The Eleventh Doctor || Doctor Who ([personal profile] makeherblue) wrote in [personal profile] economicalrhinoplasty 2012-09-11 05:12 pm (UTC)

bses so hard 8D

That is a good question. He’d like to say yes, but he’s expecting no, until he looks at the screen, and his mouth drops open. Enjoy that look of pure surprise, Eva, because it’s not often you will see it on this Time Lord’s face.

“Weird,” he says, and leaves it at that.

The Doctor doesn’t seem like he’ll elaborate, instead staring intently at the screen and pulling at his chin. He’s oblivious to the rain water dripping down into his eyes. The noise on the screen is resolving into the same image the window from the console room is picking up right this very second – they’re currently in a gentle orbit around Earth’s soft blue glow, the moon swinging into view as the TARDIS rotates in its drift. After a moment, he glances up to meet eyes with Eva, bedraggled human and all. Continents are in the right place for a mostly-present Earth and he’s happy to say he hasn’t missed the (accidental) mark by several hundred million years. Whew!

He sweeps his hair out of his eyes again and moves to check for any signs of the library laying in wait anywhere. “Well, there you have it. You wanted home, and here we are!”

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