She thinks all this listening with one ear as the Doctor leans forward and earnestly explains the circumstances in which he found Donna. Donna already knows what he's saying, and instead she watches him in fascination, this man who is the Doctor, without being the Doctor she met, while still absolutely being her Doctor, because she knows him. She watches the shapes his hands make in the air as he talks, quite as expressive with them here as he is in that later form; watches the way he does some strange impression of Schrödinger's cat as he sits there, absolutely in the moment, not there at all. Eight hundred years old (give or take) and still so young. Donna discovers she feels almost crushingly sorry for him.
alkdjfal;dkj *FLAIL*
Romana, as always = amazing, and I feel so sorry for Eight. And I so, so want Donna to be able to change things.
Ooooh I just found this and I'm pretty much in love. It's brilliant and plotty and DONNA AND EIGHT and other things, I'm sure, but I'm sort of lacking in coherency right now. Anyway - I will be following avidly!
This is the most beautiful and the most terrible (in a very good way) piece of Doctor Who fic I have ever read. Really. I am amazed, and know not what to say.
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alkdjfal;dkj *FLAIL*
Romana, as always = amazing, and I feel so sorry for Eight. And I so, so want Donna to be able to change things.
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THIS IS V IMPORTANT
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