Me - the result of revision boring the heck out of me. I don't particularly like this one but I prefer it over the other drabbles I tried to write (which I won't put on here because they pretty much suck)

Constructive criticism welcome. And you guys are evil, because I am so mesmirised by your stories that revision is looking a smaller prospect by the second :P xx


That familiar throb.

The TARDIS.

What's he doing?

Almost too afraid to find out, to see whether her worst fear had come true or not.

It couldn't have. Right?

Doctor?

Maybe he's just messin'. I'll turn around and he'll be there, smiling that stupid smile. He'll be grinning, wondering what the hell I was worrying about. And I'll hit him for scaring me.

Only, I don't want to turn around.

We talked about this. How he...how he wasn't sure the universe was the place for me. How he wasn't sure whether I made the right choice. In case I died or whatever. Got blown up.

Is he still here? Has he gone?

"Doctor?"