To the ticket seller with the blue eyes and to the Ninth Doctor. You were fantastic, Chris, just fantastic.
Disclaimer: Come on people, I am not benefiting from writing these. At all. I own squat. It's an ego trip I swear.
Death by Drowning
Pipkat
She couldn't breathe…
She couldn't speak…
She couldn't run…
She was drowning.
The thing was, she wasn't anywhere near water, unless you count that unearthly blue expanse that is the Doctor's eyes.
Strange. She had almost drowned before. She had been young, four maybe, and she fell into the pool that some boyfriend of her mum had taken them to.
It seemed to her then everything slowed down to an eerie quiet, the only sound was her heartbeat in her head.
When the Doctor drowned her everything sped up. She was hyperventilating, gaping like a fish for something to say, shaking from her fingers to her toes.
But none the less she was drowning.
"Rose, are you alright?"
Ah, here comes the blush…
"Of course I am, just a head rush, yeah? Bouncing through time and space will do that to yah."
He peered at her closer…drowning…
She had to get away. So, rather stiffly, she briskly went to her room, shut the door, and sank to the floor.
There was something wrong with her, because as much as she feared drowning, there was a part of her that wouldn't mind sinking into his icy blue depths…
To be swept away in the oncoming storm…
………………………………………………………………………………………………
He had gotten them into trouble again. She was standing in front of a court, her punishment read…
"And to what end do you choose die by?" The alien read his feline feature cultured into a prim expression.
Just as the Doctor barged in, his sonic screw driver held like a sword. She smiled and looked at him.
"Death by drowning."
When they made it back to the TARDIS again, safe and dry, the Doctor looked at her, "Death by drowning, what brought that on?"
"I seem to have developed a deadly fondness for oncoming storms."
To that the Doctor had no response.