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Donna Noble ([info]illhaveasalute) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-18 21:03:00
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Who: Donna Noble and Rose Tyler
When: Monday, July 18th
Where: Donna's room at the Welcome Center
What: Examining a robot (Companion reunion)
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, incomplete.



Donna played with the toy-sized robot the way little boys played with a toy soldier- she made it march, and leap off her small dresser, and army crawl though "mountains" on her quilt. Alright, so maybe she was a bit bored. Martha was out looking for a job, and her search for the Doctor remained futile and exhausting. There wasn't anything she could do on her day off that she hadn't done a thousand times before- she put the word out about the Doctor, she looked for a place to stay for her and Martha- and maybe Susan, if they could. Now there was nothing to do but wait for Rose Tyler to show up. She shook her head, marveling.

The Rose Tyler. She'd heard so much about the other woman she felt like she knew her already. If her Doctor would get here already, he'd be so pleased. She was pleased, on his behalf. Rose Tyler. She couldn't believe she was going to meet the woman who was lost. She smiled to herself, marching the robot over the doily on her dresser, forgetting to feel foolish until there was a knock on the door.


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