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*pokes them with a stick*
I think it's probably good I'm getting back to the Doctor's roots with watching old episodes, because right now? He's not that motivated. Neither is Rose. Boy, get them back together and it's like... It's like walking into the living room and finding your roommate and her boyfriend sitting on each other's laps (try and figure that one out) on the couch. Not that they're *doing* anything, but yet they both look at you and you wonder if you should stay or go, after all it's your living room too, dammit, and they're just watching Lost.
"Hey guys! Exciting alien world adventure! Ghosts? Pirates? Alien flower pollen? Water monsters?"
*incoherent mumblings from D/R blob on the corner of the couch, sounding suspiciously like a "meh"*
"Come on, Doctor! You've got the attention span of a gnat! Here's the ball! Go get the ball! Go get it!"
"Fuck off."
Wow. Rude. But not ginger.
I thinking I'll have to start the sequel six months after my fic ended because otherwise there might be 20 pages of "no, I wuv YOU more!" And then rocks would fall and all would die. Because I would need to kill them.
