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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"I'd better have mine!" She challenged, though she was too weak, physically and mentally, to have much fight in her words. Instead, she gave the barest hint of a smile. Despite that, she wasn't about to pull away from his hold. She needed it, even if she wouldn't say so. "I'll have to question him, you know. Other you. Ask him things only you'd know." Like her favourite breakfast, and where they'd met Adam, and her birthday. Silly bloke already knew her middle name. Something this one didn't. It'd be hard keeping track of who knew what.

Assuming, that was, he really wasn't dead. Sure looked dead to her. Watching them die on the screens was one thing. Graphic imagery came a long way over the years, she'd found, and if they really had the TARDIS, there was no reason they couldn't tap that technology. But to make a life-sized exact duplicate of someone? Right down to each individual line and freckle? And she knew them. Oh, she hadn't known him long, but she'd studied him intensely. And, if the body by her side had been a fake, the management was terrifyingly thorough.

"If you can feel him...can you tell where he is? Do you know if he's okay?" She did trust the Doctor. Really. She just wasn't entirely sure she bought it. The regeneration thing was hard enough to wrap her head around.