Sorry for the long wait, but this is going to be the last chapter. I know it seemed short but I recently thought I should finish this and start on a sequel for this. But I'm not sure if I should make this a rewrite of series 3 or create something new. What do you all think? So if Beware The Weeping Angels is reading this, I hope did good on your story, and expect a sequel, but it will take time. I have some other ideas for other stories and college to worry about, so everyone will have to be patient.
But enough of that, here is the story and I don't own the content.
Chapter 6
Reinette walked down the hall and found a door that had her name on it. She remembered how The Doctor had told her that the ship was sentient. It was hard for her to wrap her head around it, and the many other things that she had encountered so far. But she was smart and open-minded to many things, considering who she was with and what she now was doing now, she felt her life was going to be a lot more interesting.
She opened the door and gasped, which felt like the millionth time today. Her room was like her original room back in France, not from when she was a little girl, but in her adulthood. She guessed The Doctor wanted her to feel at home and not have something too modern.
One step at a time she supposed. It was best to take things slowly; The Doctor had mentioned something about culture shock.
There were also two other rooms that led into the bathroom, which looked modern but had which she remembered was a Victorian era look to it. Thoughts of what Victorian London was like started appear in her mind, she was rather impressed with what the future Queen of England did to the country, and was glad that France and England became allies, instead of… frenemies or whatever term was more useful in explaining the relationship both countries had over the centuries.
The other room was a walk in closet, the only clothes that were in there, was the dress she wore during the party, and the mask was on a shelf. Which was odd, considering she left them in the dressing room, and she also felt a small hum in her head, one that felt soothing. She would have to ask The Doctor about that.
The thought of him made Reinette smile.
Her lonely Doctor, the one person that never ceased to amaze her since she was a child. He was alien yes, but had a big heart and a good person. Although, she could tell he was hurting as well, it wasn't the Time War. Yes, she did know that, when she looked into his mind, she caught glimpses of it, including what he did at the end. Normally someone who found out something like that they will horrified and appalled. She was, but had realized their was no other way, the war was terrible and costly. But she knew not to broach the topic until a later date. She didn't know what the present thing that was bothering The Doctor, but it was very recent and she didn't want to ask unless he was ok with telling or when the time came.
But he had also captured her heart as well, and only hoped he felt the same way.
She then walked into the restroom to shower and get ready for bed, with a towel and pajamas in hand. Before hand, she had went back to the wardrobe room, because The Doctor had called from the Console Room to tell her he forgot to mention to get some Pajamas. She had slyly asked if he wanted to help, which got a long period of silence, and then a hoarse no, which got a laugh out of her. After she got out, she took a look around the room and made a note to decorate it as well. She then got into bed, and found it quite comfortable.
She soon started to drift off, wondering what adventures her love and her would go to next