A/N: My first Dr Who fanfiction. See, I'm not dead! ; Anyways, not a truly original idea, heck it's been done more than once. But I really wanted to write this, and now seemed a good time to set it. Might contain minor spoilers for ep 5. Drabble.
Purple Plasma Skies
So. She could fight body snatchers, live through it. But she still had to undergo torure in the form of choosing what to pack. She looked at the overflowing backpack, shrugged, and emptied it into a much bigger rucksack. Much better.
She glanced around and grabbed a wooly jumper, examined it, and stuffed it in her rucksack. Her glance fell on an old picture. A picture from a few years ago, of her and her mum at the beach. Trying to forget about her dad...
She swallowed hard and shoved some more things in the bag, trying to avoid looking at the photo.
Which, we all know, never works.
She glanced behind her as her mother walked in, before resuming. She didn't trust herself to speak more than a "Yeah." She shouldered the bag, swallowing hard.
"Please don't go..." It was almost said like a question. Rose swallowed.
This wasn't going to be easy. But hey, purple skys awaited.