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The Doctor's been restless practically ever since Donna left, but it's their first full day apart now, and he's become markedly worse. Sylvia shooed him out into the yard earlier in the morning, when he decided to start tinkering with the kitchen appliances (microwaves are so slow sometimes!), and now he's plucking leaves of grass and splitting ( Read more... ) -
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He stirs in bed, and then, suddenly, he's awake, everything searing his neural pathways, and he knows it's too late. He shouldn't have let Donna leave, not with Martha. The danger of triggering the cascade was too great - but he wanted her to be able to go out and have a good time without him looming over her shoulder. Now it seems it'll be his ( Read more... ) -
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The Doctor still watches Donna sleep at night, monitoring her through their fledgling bond. He's pretty sure Sylvia thinks there's something going on between them, but he doesn't especially care about her opinion. Besides, the only thing she ought to be worrying about is how he's going to save her daughter's life. He still isn't quite sure how he's ( Read more... ) -
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And the Doctor (he insists on thinking of himself as the Doctor, anyway, even if Rose had called him John) is crouched behind the bushes on her front stoop, waiting for her to return. It's been a boring wait; he'd hoped that he would come straight home after work without lingering long enough to strain their bond, but no such luck. He's done a ( Read more... )