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I still don't own Doctor Who

21/11

Today was a day of traumatic and angsty phone calls. Well, there was only about four but that was quite enough.

The first was my reason for waking up. It was about ten so not the crack of dawn, but I'd drank a fair bit last night and it had taken me a while to get to sleep. I woke up pretty much as soon as the phone started ringing but decided to pretend I hadn't, I was so warm and comfy. The Doctor started making unhappy moany sort of noises though so I thought I better shut it up some how. Unfortunately I decided the best way to do this was to answer it, bad move. It was Jenny.

My voice had gone alarmingly croaky with the cold relapse and I was still half asleep so I had to say hello a couple of times before she actually heard me. Then she started talking, really loud. I closed my eyes and frowned, rubbing my forehead but it didn't really help.

She started going on about it all being my fault (and when I say "all" I mean everything bad that has happened since we met four or five years ago). She called me a slapper and a slut and a whore and disloyal. Then she said it would serve me right if the Doctor dumped me. I didn't even have the chance to open my mouth to say that we weren't a couple before she had started on me thinking I was superior to them, which is bollocks.

Then the Doctor asked who was on the phone and that didn't help because she heard his deep manly voice (as he describes it) and starts calling me a slapper and a slut and all that again.

It took me about half an hour to get her off the bloody phone. God, she's a bitch. The only reason we still had any semblance of a friendship was because we had known each other so long, we had nothing in common except memories.

I wasn't crying for once but I felt really drained, I just kind of collapse back on my pillows. I needed a hug but the Doctor had got up to get me a cup of coffee which I did appreciate but he didn't stick around when he brought it, he went to do whatever. If he distances himself from me I'll be completely buggered.

The second call was from my mum when I had managed to drag myself out of bed and got dressed. I was sitting in the control room, staring into space. The Doctor was underneath the panels trying to reroute some wires. It didn't matter that we weren't talking; I didn't need conversation, just the comfort of his presence.

It appeared that my mum had been talking to Jess's mum. Jess had been in floods of tears and refused to talk to anyone about what had happened. Her mum had got it from Jenny but knew she was a right little stirrer so hadn't believed it was my fault. And she'd never really liked Ben, which helped.

Mum had called up to see how I was doing; as I was crying again and could barely speak the verdict was not good. She asked if I wanted to go home, I said no, I'd be ok. Even if the Doctor was being all distant and annoying this was where I wanted to be.

I was about to hang up when mum asked to talk to the man himself and I handed the phone over, not without a few misgivings. I wouldn't be surprised if she started lecturing him about looking after me but his answers were mostly one worded or "mmm"s so I didn't find out. It couldn't have been too bad because he burst out laughing at one point and returned a flirty, teasing answer. Sigh, unbelievable how much my family love him. Well not really, he is extremely loveable.

When he hung up he appeared to have gotten over his distant phase because he came and gave me a hug. Looking back I thing the distant thing probably had something to do with the fact he'd woken up in my bed, with me in his arms and no knowledge of getting there and had been scared. Not the most complementary conclusion but oh well. The fact that we were both pretty much fully clothed should have comforted him though.

Anyway he asked me what he could do to make me feel better and I asked him to take me somewhere distracting. We ended up on the planet Putina. For a strange reason we were chased by a group of Luganites: why they couldn't stay on their own planet I don't know. Actually yes I do, they were trying to overthrow the royal family, but you get the point. It was while we were being pursued, running hand in hand through twisting allies (I was lost and could only hope the Doctor wasn't), that Nicki rang.

Apparently, she just called to make sure I was alright, to tell me she loved me and I could call her anytime. I was completely out of breath and had a painful stitch in my side but I could still feel annoyed she was supporting me now rather than last night. Anyway I probably annoyed right back by saying that I couldn't talk right now and hanging up. Not before she told me to send her love to the Doctor – he went very pale and scared looking when I told him, bless.

We managed to leave Putina safe and sound with the Royal family alive and in power with no more than a black eye on my part (I ran into a lamp post – don't ask).

The last phone call was from Jess quite late this evening. I was getting ready for bed and the Doctor had gone to watch Little House on the Prairie re-runs – you learn something new every day. Our conversation included many tears and apologies. Jess even admitted that I had been right all along – Ben was definitely a philanderer not a rake. For future reference a philanderer is a bloke who goes around flirting with all the girls and generally being a heartless bastard while a rake is a dashing man who has flirted a far bit in his time but has the capacity to be rescued and "made" by the right girl and who is a good man at heart – absolutely wonderful.

I also explained about the Doctor being an alien and that we travelled through time and space. Jess had asked if I could come round tomorrow and I had to explain we were on the other side of the galaxy in another time and that he probably couldn't handle any more domesticity right now.

When the call was over, it took about an hour; I really didn't feel like being alone so I went to find the Doctor.

When I reached the sitting room Little House on the Prairie was over and the Doctor was lying full length on the sofa fast asleep – being a support for an emotional young girl must be tiring business. Anyway I didn't want to disturb him so I sat down and wrote this. Now it's up to date I don't know what to do. I only feel a bit sleepy.

How do you write down a giggle? Anyway, imagine I giggled. The Doctor woke up to tell me to stop sighing, I didn't even realise I was. The best cure, it seemed to me, was to go to sleep. Bothering to go to my room was too much; anyway I was already in my jammies, so I lay down on the sofa next to the Doctor.

If I'm not careful I soon won't be able to fall asleep without the steady rhythm of two hearts beating at my back.

A/N: There you go, hope you liked it. I don't own Little House on the Prairie either.

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