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Donna Noble ([info]illhaveasalute) wrote in [info]silverage,
"Strange relationship, the two of you have. But normal for him, I suppose." Donna frowned. A year ago was 2010, for Amy, which meant it was two years after Donna had started to travel with him. So if he was alone, it couldn't have been long, right? Something must have happened to her, something to make her not be with him- and what did that mean, did she not have long to live or did the Doctor kick her out or-

Donna shook her head slightly, trying to dispel that train of thought. He was her best friend, the Doctor, and he wasn't going to leave he behind for no reason. Donna noticed but didn't mention the lack of an answer to her second question. She assumed Amy just hadn't been sure if the Doctor would okay such a meeting, although if Amy had known him so long, it could be jealousy, I suppose. Not likely, what with the husband.

"They flirt? He flirts with that woman who can't stop speaking rubbish for ten seconds? Last I saw them he didn't even trust her to know who he really was, what do you mean they flirt?" Donna was flabbergasted- the Doctor was a bit of a flirt, yes, but one assumed that marriage would involve some level of settling down, or commitment, and that was not something he'd ever do. Hell, he was more married to the TARDIS- or himself- than anyone she'd ever heard of. And pilot the TARDIS? Well, honestly. With practice anyone could pilot the damn thing, she'd flown it herself, under supervision.

She turned to Tonks, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, I know this probably isn't making any sense, and it was so nice of you to help me out, but I need these answers."

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