Characters: Nebula, Rose Tyler What: Kickoff of the Linked Plot When: Friday Sept 8, morning Where: Ten's TARDIS Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language; TBD Status: In-progress
Rose spent Thursday night as she had spent most nights for the last few weeks: sitting at a table in the TARDIS's massive library, poring over biology texts and Dr. Ziegler's notes on the metacrisis Doctor's condition.
The others might've been content just letting things drop now that that particular Doctor was gone, but she wasn't. They could waltz back to their own universe and their own lives, but she would be returning to her own ticking time bomb of a human-Time Lord metacrisis and she'd be damned if she didn't do everything she could to save his life. If that meant sacrificing her free time and her sleep to research hearts and medical technology, so be it.
She must have nodded off because the next thing she knew, Rose was blinking awake with a terrible crick in her neck. It took her an embarrassingly long time to notice the vaguely familiar blue woman that definitely did not belong in her TARDIS. Well, the TARDIS that she spent more time in than all of the Doctors combined while on Knowhere. If possession was nine-tenths of the law, then by rights she was now the proud owner of the most amazing ship in the universe.
Which wasn't the most pressing issue at the moment, but whatever. She blamed the current unfocused state of her brain on a lack of caffeine. "Um. Hello." She ran a hand over her face before squinting at Nebula in confusion. "How did you get in here?"