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Fill- challenge 170 (DW/BFA)
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romanajo123 ( So lurking_latinist gave me a prompt recently over on Tumblr. For a meme that's meant to be 3 sentences.
Eight/ Charley - Blank page. Sp here's my take on it. Enjoy and I love feedback. Set after Chimes of Midnight)
Charley had leaned back on one of the overstuffed couches in the TARDIS library, her thoughts racing after their recent adventure.
The Doctor momentarily stuck his head out from behind the book he was reading ( upside down, Charley wasn't sure whether to tell him or not) and made his way over to her.
"Charley," He began, sitting next to her. "If there's anything you want to talk about. About Edith or.."
Charley raised a hand to cut him off. " I'm still trying to process it all, Doctor. Honestly. "
The Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort. " Oh. " He said. " Well, I was thinking we could perhaps visit somewhere a bit more calm. Perhaps a real Christmas?"
"But , Doctor." Charley started, getting up and going over to one of the many tables. "There is something I"d like to do." On the table, she found a few scrap pieces of paper and a fountain pen. Within seconds, Charley was madly scribbling.
The Doctor watched on, trying hard to read over her shoulder. "Oh! A new diary!" He exclaimed, as if a cartoony image of a light bulb had appeared.
"Well if I'm going to travel with you, I may as well start again." Charley explained. At the top of one page were the words: Further Memoirs of an Edwardian Adventuress.
Eight/ Charley - Blank page. Sp here's my take on it. Enjoy and I love feedback. Set after Chimes of Midnight)
Charley had leaned back on one of the overstuffed couches in the TARDIS library, her thoughts racing after their recent adventure.
The Doctor momentarily stuck his head out from behind the book he was reading ( upside down, Charley wasn't sure whether to tell him or not) and made his way over to her.
"Charley," He began, sitting next to her. "If there's anything you want to talk about. About Edith or.."
Charley raised a hand to cut him off. " I'm still trying to process it all, Doctor. Honestly. "
The Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort. " Oh. " He said. " Well, I was thinking we could perhaps visit somewhere a bit more calm. Perhaps a real Christmas?"
"But , Doctor." Charley started, getting up and going over to one of the many tables. "There is something I"d like to do." On the table, she found a few scrap pieces of paper and a fountain pen. Within seconds, Charley was madly scribbling.
The Doctor watched on, trying hard to read over her shoulder. "Oh! A new diary!" He exclaimed, as if a cartoony image of a light bulb had appeared.
"Well if I'm going to travel with you, I may as well start again." Charley explained. At the top of one page were the words: Further Memoirs of an Edwardian Adventuress.
