I know my April Fool's joke was lame and overdone, but whatever. I lost a bet. I'm skipping Time Crash, because it was a bit too short for me to get a 100-200 (that's my limit) drabble out of it, and I don't particularly like Voyage Of The Damned, so I'm just gonna take this excuse not to do it. *sigh* Well, I guess it's time for me to un-bold my cursor… then connect to my inner TARDIS… then start writing poetry… then start converting it into drabbles… then start posting… What've I gotten myself into DX. JK, these are hard work but I love it!
Partners In Crime (Again)
My Doctor and I were alone. Again. I don't really understand why his loneliness hurts him so much. Being alone with only him never really bothered me. You can't feel alone if it's all you've ever known.
Never mind that, though. My Doctor needed a human, someone who could touch and hug him, and give him everything I couldn't. Not in this form at least. So I remembered Donna, and traced human communication interfaces and satellite images, and traced her to see her path throughout the world in search of my Doctor.
Doctor?
"Huh?"
There's a human organization, Adipose industries. Obvious from the name, they're awfully suspicious. And they're main product is a weight loss pill! They say "The fat just walks away!"
"You're right, that is suspicious. I say we investigate."
That's what I'm saying. Let's go.
Checkmate. Again.