I know how you feel! Two updates in a smallish timeframe! I think I died when I realised it would happen. Congratulations! You are the first people to see this happen in the whole of history! But unfortunatley there are no prizes....................... Then again.....................
BANANA'S ALL ROUND!
Just a little thought I had one day, and liked, now you have to suffer the consequences! Mwahahaha!
The Doctor had retreated into himself. It was hard just to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, climbing the stairs that would lead him to his doom. His arm was being held in a painful grip, steering him up the graphitised stairwell, one step at a time.
The stairs turned 90 degrees, then again, and carried on, and he followed, staring unseeing at the plain wall, trundling past him as he continued his assent to the top of the tower.
He was aware of his other hand gripping Jack's sleeve in a vice-like grip. If the Doctor was going down, then he was dragging Jack down with him.
And he wasn't going down without a fight; he'd complained, he'd groaned, he'd handcuffed himself to the TARDIS and thrown away the key. But then She'd found the key, and he'd swallowed it before She could use it. And THEN, She'd found the Sonic Screwdriver where he'd hidden it inside a banana peel, unlocked the cuffs and dragged him from his own ship!
Now his face was grim, set in stone, preparing himself from what was awaiting them at the top of the stairs.
They had arrived.
The cold air stung his face, and his breath floated before him in a silvery mist, before disappearing into oblivion, much like his sense of hope.
His life was over. She'd made sure of that, with just a few words. Just SIX words.
He'd brought down Harriet Jones with just as many. Now he knew how she'd felt.
His world had come crashing down, and lay in shards around his feet.
The corridor was bright, lit up by the grey sky to his left, reflecting his mood. Grey.
Six words.
A step.
The door loomed closer.
Just six words.
Another step.
She turned him to the right, facing the door.
His grip tightened on Jack's arm, despite his frightened protests.
Six words.
The door was right in front of them.
He whimpered.
SIX WORDS!
She knocked on the door, the hollow sound echoing in the dull greyness of the freezing early morning.
Just six.
The door opened, casting a warm glow on the three of them.
Six.
The Doctor swallowed. Jack cowered.
S.i.x.
The blonde woman surveyed the Time travellers with an excited tired air.
He still remembered when Rose had said those fateful words.
All six of them:
"We're gonna go see my Mum!"
I know it's a bit short, but the best things come in small packages, right?
Reviewers get the almighty Banana's!