Fill-Challenge 375 (DW)
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tenminutesaday ( Let's see if I can write one of my favorite companions...)
"And finally, the handbrake!" (...)
Martha surveyed the long corridor- it probably went on forever! . Opening another door, she saw a cavalcade of clothes: everything from a purple top, to a winter coat, to what could best be described as a leather bikini. Not her rTroom then.
Another doorway led to a room full of plush, in just about every size and colour. Even the carpet had a soft feel to it under her eet. She made a mental note to ask why the Doctor had a plush room. But she persisted: she was almost a Doctor herself, surely finding her bedroom shouldn't be this hard. Even in a mad place like this.
"Doctor, mind telling him where I can---?" No answer.
Well, third time is the charm. As she passed another door, Martha opened it carefully. Her mouth was agape at what she saw.
The room looked like a gigantic garden. A perfect blue sky, the scent of fresh flowers in the air, and even actual flowers growing in the centre. Martha reached out a hand, feeling something tiny on her fingers. It was a tiny blue and green butterfly. Okay, she had to admit, this was pretty cool.
Staring up towards the ceiling, Martha saw hundreds of butterflies- each one in shades too numerous to name. She stood there, eyes fixed on them It reminded her of the time she'd been about Year 6 and her class went to an arboretum.
The thought of finding her room temporarily forgotten, Martha watched the butterflies dance above her head.
"Martha! There you are! " came a voice that already felt unmistakeable. " Sorry, bit sidetracked. Oooh, you found the butterfly room! Haven't been in here in centuries. Surprisingly relaxing, isn't it?"
Martha pointed to a group of butterflies now encircling her head before forming a new pattern in the air. "What are they doing?" she asked.
The Doctor smiled. "Welcoming you. In their own way Welcome aboard, Martha Jones."
"And finally, the handbrake!" (...)
Martha surveyed the long corridor- it probably went on forever! . Opening another door, she saw a cavalcade of clothes: everything from a purple top, to a winter coat, to what could best be described as a leather bikini. Not her rTroom then.
Another doorway led to a room full of plush, in just about every size and colour. Even the carpet had a soft feel to it under her eet. She made a mental note to ask why the Doctor had a plush room. But she persisted: she was almost a Doctor herself, surely finding her bedroom shouldn't be this hard. Even in a mad place like this.
"Doctor, mind telling him where I can---?" No answer.
Well, third time is the charm. As she passed another door, Martha opened it carefully. Her mouth was agape at what she saw.
The room looked like a gigantic garden. A perfect blue sky, the scent of fresh flowers in the air, and even actual flowers growing in the centre. Martha reached out a hand, feeling something tiny on her fingers. It was a tiny blue and green butterfly. Okay, she had to admit, this was pretty cool.
Staring up towards the ceiling, Martha saw hundreds of butterflies- each one in shades too numerous to name. She stood there, eyes fixed on them It reminded her of the time she'd been about Year 6 and her class went to an arboretum.
The thought of finding her room temporarily forgotten, Martha watched the butterflies dance above her head.
"Martha! There you are! " came a voice that already felt unmistakeable. " Sorry, bit sidetracked. Oooh, you found the butterfly room! Haven't been in here in centuries. Surprisingly relaxing, isn't it?"
Martha pointed to a group of butterflies now encircling her head before forming a new pattern in the air. "What are they doing?" she asked.
The Doctor smiled. "Welcoming you. In their own way Welcome aboard, Martha Jones."
