It turns out I'm not a complete novice at writing these lil' diddies. I saw the DaVinci Code on Saturday and the ticket person had the bluest eyes I've ever seen and I really did feel like I was drowning in them, as unbelievably corny as that sounds, and being the Whovian that I am, thought of the Ninth Doctor, Christopher Eccleston. I don't know if his eyes are really blue or not but for the sake of this they are. I've had this idea for a bit but thanks to the ticket seller in Edmonds—this one's for you as well as…xXxMisshauntedxXx and dawn2dusk. Reviews make my day. Thank you oh so much.
Disclaimer: You know the drill—I own nothing and claim nothing except possibly the random plots. But I'd be willing to sell if Russell makes a decent offer.
Claustrophobia
By: Pipkat
It wasn't enough for him to be this all omniscient Time Lord, the Universe' One True Know-It-All, but he had to have those eyes.
When she first met him he was all, "I-can-feel-the-turn-of-the–Earth-and-now-I'm-gonna-scare-you–with-it-so-now-I-don't-have-to-tell-you–who-I-am-bit" but when she looked into those expanses of blue she didn't doubt he could. After all a man whose eyes alone had thrown her world off kilter could certainly feel the pull of this tiny rock they're on. Here she is in the middle of the London, the world at her feet and she felt claustrophobic. There was no saving her from him now, when on this planet she could not breathe. So she ran. She may have left her home, but at least with him she could breathe.