Moments 4/14
The Tardis materialized and wouldn’t let the Doctor know where he was.
Exasperated, he decided to just walk out and see what was going on, since his ship refused to cooperate.
He took a step outside to hear a crunching beneath his feet. He looked down and smiled slightly. A very tiny curve of the mouth. It was snowing - a beautiful sight, but he wanted to know what was so important about Cardiff blanketed in snow.
The Doctor walked along the street, noticing people walking hurriedly and excitedly. If he had to guess, which he didn’t, he’d say it was the year 1869.
That’s when he heard it, two familiar voices.
“It’s Cardiff.”
“Oh.” The voice sounded a bit disappointed.
Why did those voices sound so familiar?
He leaned against a wall and peered around its corner. He saw that one of those voices belonged to him and the other to one Rose Tyler. The Doctor leaned away from the edge so they…he…whatever…couldn’t see him. His hearts were pumping heavily against his chest and he could feel his head swimming.
She had said yes.
But how? Why? He must have gone back and asked again. But how can that be? He never asks twice.
The situation was confusing him. He dared to look out again, attempting to quench his curiosity and only finding it growing when he saw the look he had on his face. He looked…happy.
And Rose…she looked…
She was radiant.
She was wearing a long skirt and a sort of corset, attempting to blend in, but completely blowing it. She looked bloody gorgeous. The Doctor frowned. He wasn’t used to thinking such things.
He leaned back against the wall, attempting to organize his thoughts. Apparently, he’d gone back and asked her along for a second time, which was strange in itself. But she had said yes, and that was the part that intrigued the Doctor even more because he knew, he knew she wanted to come along with him.
How long would they travel together if he chose to follow that tangle of a future?
He ran toward the Tardis, ready to find out.
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Five
Exasperated, he decided to just walk out and see what was going on, since his ship refused to cooperate.
He took a step outside to hear a crunching beneath his feet. He looked down and smiled slightly. A very tiny curve of the mouth. It was snowing - a beautiful sight, but he wanted to know what was so important about Cardiff blanketed in snow.
The Doctor walked along the street, noticing people walking hurriedly and excitedly. If he had to guess, which he didn’t, he’d say it was the year 1869.
That’s when he heard it, two familiar voices.
“It’s Cardiff.”
“Oh.” The voice sounded a bit disappointed.
Why did those voices sound so familiar?
He leaned against a wall and peered around its corner. He saw that one of those voices belonged to him and the other to one Rose Tyler. The Doctor leaned away from the edge so they…he…whatever…couldn’t see him. His hearts were pumping heavily against his chest and he could feel his head swimming.
She had said yes.
But how? Why? He must have gone back and asked again. But how can that be? He never asks twice.
The situation was confusing him. He dared to look out again, attempting to quench his curiosity and only finding it growing when he saw the look he had on his face. He looked…happy.
And Rose…she looked…
She was radiant.
She was wearing a long skirt and a sort of corset, attempting to blend in, but completely blowing it. She looked bloody gorgeous. The Doctor frowned. He wasn’t used to thinking such things.
He leaned back against the wall, attempting to organize his thoughts. Apparently, he’d gone back and asked her along for a second time, which was strange in itself. But she had said yes, and that was the part that intrigued the Doctor even more because he knew, he knew she wanted to come along with him.
How long would they travel together if he chose to follow that tangle of a future?
He ran toward the Tardis, ready to find out.
***
Five