Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul, I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Written in five minutes during drabble night with Ladychi.
It starts off as a vague feeling, something tickling at the back of her mind. Like an insect; buzzing, fluttering its wings against her skin, but flitting off quickly, too quickly. Before she can lay eyes on it.
As time passes, the feeling grows in intensity, getting bigger, louder, much more obnoxious. It screams, pay attention to me, touch me, feel me. Know me.
And yet still she cannot grasp it, cannot name it. Cannot figure out what's so important that she feels like she should be doing something.
Did she leave the stove on?
Forget to mail the rent check?
Miss Mickey's birthday?
No. Nothing so mundane. So...
It finally comes to her in dreams. A word. Just one word. One tiny, little word, that could mean everything and nothing.
TARDIS