Memories; For rude_not_ginger and ambitious_woman
The Doctor awoke in the middle of the night, startled from his sleep by a strange dream. It had felt more like a memory, really, but the meat of it was slipping away from him, even now. Donna was soundly asleep next to him, but he got out of bed and got dressed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb her.
He slept so rarely as it was, that when he did sleep, it was frustrating to lose the images and thoughts that had been part of his dreams. He could remember his Rose, and his TARDIS, and something... something at the edge of his memory. Something that he knew Reinette and her Doctor would remember, too. Something that should have been a real memory, but wasn't.
Flicking the switch on his communicator, setting it for the specific recipients, the Doctor leaned down. "Oi. If you're sleeping, wake up. I've got something important to talk to you two about."
He slept so rarely as it was, that when he did sleep, it was frustrating to lose the images and thoughts that had been part of his dreams. He could remember his Rose, and his TARDIS, and something... something at the edge of his memory. Something that he knew Reinette and her Doctor would remember, too. Something that should have been a real memory, but wasn't.
Flicking the switch on his communicator, setting it for the specific recipients, the Doctor leaned down. "Oi. If you're sleeping, wake up. I've got something important to talk to you two about."