Doors
(261 words)
She wondered how she had gotten here, as she ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. A green death ray zapped past, just below her left ear, and she smelt burning hair. Inwardly, she cringed. 'I trusted him!' she thought, annoyed, 'I took his hand and I followed him, and... at times like this it's so hard to stay.' Another green beam passed her, missing her by mere millimetres. Her ear hurt. 'I'll need to fix my friggin' hair when I get back home.' She grumped, hurtling around the corner. She jumped when a dent was left in the wall just behind her. 'Once I find him and his bloody magical machine, he's taking me home,' he thought angrily.
There was a door up ahead. Slimy footsteps pounded behind her. She didn't have a choice. It might be death's door, but it was a door. And the slimeball wasn't giving up anytime soon. A death ray burned a hole in the flapping corner of her jacket and she yelped, throwing it off. She smirked at the sloppy cry, screech, and thud that followed. The slimy alien had slipped on it and fallen flat on his face. Good. Maybe that would teach him not to mess with her.
"Take that!" she shouted over her shoulder, laughing inwardly.
She reached the door. Whether it was death's door or not, she was opening it. Not for her own safety. Not to escape the slimeball. Not to get her hair fixed. Simply to see him again. Because he was everything. Her Doctor.
A/N: Gosh, I haven't posted on here for ever...
I wrote this during Writer's Craft on a whim. I have no idea where it came from of why it's here, but here it is. Clearly, you can see that it's Rose. It may have started as Donna (I love her too), but the last line cinches it. I luff her. I'm glad she's returning. :) Since this is my first attempt at a Doctor Who Fic, reviews would make me happy. 3
I challange any Doctor Who writers to try writing something inspired by the word "Doors". If you do, let me know. I wanna see.
3 Helen
P.S. Does 261 words count as a drabble?