Characters: Bill Potts; Open to anyone on or visiting Twelve's TARDIS When/Where: A couple of days after arriving and settling / Twelve's TARDIS - library Rating/Warnings: Low / None
After going out for Chinese with the Doctor, Bill felt she shouldn't have been surprised by the offer to live on the TARDIS. Maybe she hadn't expected the kindness since he didn't exactly know who she was but it seemed that they could just start again like they hadn't not met yet or it hadn't been months. Time was complicated and she didn't want to think about it right now. She had been doing her shifts in the mess hall and then immediately coming back to the TARDIS to work even more, though it was more of a personal project.
Each day after her shifts, she would immediately go into the TARDIS's extensive library and start going book by book, shelf by shelf, searching for information on the Monks. So far, she wasn't getting anywhere. One more unhelpful book was replaced back on the shelf and she turned, bracing her back against it. She exhaled deeply and rubbed her face vigorously with her hands to keep herself awake. Maybe she should have asked for help - asked Jack or Rose or really anyone that wasn't the Doctor (any version of him. Especially not the cranky one who had gone silent on her after one bloody comment).
A chuckle escaped her - there was an accidental Titanic reference in that line of thought and it was way more amusing than it should have been. She straightened up and turned back to the books. One more down, one more opened, more pages to go through...