Someone make me write this (or anything else, for that matter)
I've been playing with this guy for ages, but I haven't managed to finish him, and I think I need a little kick in the proverbial behind to stay on said behind and actually work on this fic. Thus, a tiny preview.
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Shaun really hated this sweater. It was a bit tight, he hated the color, and the sleeves were too long. And, of course, it made him itchy. He wasn’t sure why he still had it, much less why he was wearing it. It wasn’t like he had to wear everything Donna had given him, especially now.
Donna stirred beside him and he smiled. She likely wouldn’t sleep for long, but at least she was resting. He leaned over, brushing his lips against her cheek. “Love you,” he whispered. Donna shivered and turned away, and he settled another blanket over her, digging his mobile out of his pocket. “I love you,” he said again, then he took a deep breath and punched a few buttons.
“This is the Doctor,” he heard a second later. “Who are you, and how did you get this number?”
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Interested? Yes? No? Have no idea what's going on? Do tell!
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Shaun really hated this sweater. It was a bit tight, he hated the color, and the sleeves were too long. And, of course, it made him itchy. He wasn’t sure why he still had it, much less why he was wearing it. It wasn’t like he had to wear everything Donna had given him, especially now.
Donna stirred beside him and he smiled. She likely wouldn’t sleep for long, but at least she was resting. He leaned over, brushing his lips against her cheek. “Love you,” he whispered. Donna shivered and turned away, and he settled another blanket over her, digging his mobile out of his pocket. “I love you,” he said again, then he took a deep breath and punched a few buttons.
“This is the Doctor,” he heard a second later. “Who are you, and how did you get this number?”
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Interested? Yes? No? Have no idea what's going on? Do tell!