Summer '11 Fixathon!

[jtbridget]

“Morning, Doris.”

Rose mumbled sleepily when she stumbled into the kitchen, not minding the exact time of the day. Morning was fixed to when she woke up. It was very kind of the Brigadier and his wife to offer her a bed to crash in if she popped by.

She kissed Doris on the cheek as she got a mumbled ‘afternoon’ in return. The other person

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[jtbridget]

Thanks:) I had bits of the story stuck in my head for some time (though there still might be more) and finally dragged myself to write if for the ficathon...

[jtbridget]

I can't see in the Doctor's head, so I really don't know, but I sort of think that his broken-hearted attitude might come more from another out of order meeting...
After all, John Smiths wrote in his journal She keeps walking away...