makeherblue: (almost people 4)
The Eleventh Doctor || Doctor Who ([personal profile] makeherblue) wrote in [personal profile] economicalrhinoplasty 2013-02-03 05:49 am (UTC)

The Doctor peers at the back of Eva’s head. She’s not as silly as she thinks – or, rather, he doesn’t believe that she isn’t terribly sad even now, bone-deep and written in all the lines and scars in her face. You know what they say, takes one to know one. The Doctor, to his credit, doesn’t push the issue and instead focuses on the present, breaking into a big smile as Eva indulges.

“Congratulations!” The Doctor pounds Eva on the back. “Never gets old! Shame you had to wait this long.”

The Doctor pops up next to his human friend, a tall skinny stranger with a water-logged bowtie hanging at an angle around his neck. The TARDIS gives a lurch as it bobs. He grabs hold onto the side, deciding now might be a good time to insist that they probably caught to close the doors before more water gets in. As it is, he’s not entirely sure how sea-worthy the old girl happens to be these days. She could sink if they’re not careful.

“Ah, look. They’re finally sending a boat,” he squints. “No, a dinghy. Like I said, a boat-like thing!”

The Doctor clambers up onto the very edge of the TARDIS, all ungainly limbs, and moves like a spider over her as he reaches in to help Eva out and close the doors at the same time.

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