She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
A/N: Sometimes it's really bugging me how the show never explains how the Doctor even knows where to look for stuff or ends up putting his clues together. Sure, it's unimportant for the show, but I still wanted to have a more logical approach to this one. xD
And yes! Donna! She is the best!
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My dragon was waiting already when I got back to the terrarium, having its small fingers pressed against the glass, together with the snout. When I entered it let out a tiny squeak.
"Hey there, Gary," I greeted. The dragon took a step back and shook the small head. "What? Not a good name? No, I didn't think so either. But look... I don't even know what gender you are." I squatted down in front of the glass, tapping against it with a smile. "Or if you even have one."
The dragon sat on its hind legs, almost mimicking my own posture. It's eyes were glued to me expectantly.
"Alright, alright. But don't you tell the Doctor, yeah?"
It let out a happy squeak and jumped against the glass, waiting impatiently for me to get out a tin foil pack with a slice of bacon in it. It was cut in several thin stripes, which I let down in the terrarium, only to see them vanish with astonishing speed.
"You're far too small to even store so much bacon, you know that, Susi?"
The dragon sneezed and glared at me, then bumped its nose against the glass.
"Right... I didn't like it either. How do you even chew that? You have no teeth."
Which didn't bother the little one at all. The next stripe vanished.
"How about Kuro? It means black in Japanese."
It didn't react.
"I know. Boring. What about Shade? No?"
The last stripe was gone and I watched the fletchling lick its hands, the tongue darting over snout and nostrils. I actually had discovered the hands only after I had smuggled in the first piece of meat. It had looked as if the thin, wingless arms ended in a hook. But at closer inspection I saw that it could spread those into three separate fingers.
After it had licked itself pristine, bending like a cat, it started to look at me again, head slightly tilted and feeling so... needing.
"Huh? What's that?" I muttered and reached a hand inside so the fletchling could happily wrap itself around my fingers. "Did I imagine or did you communicate?"
The dragon nibbled at my finger and nuzzled its head against my palm. A small pang of happiness was left inside of me and, again, I wasn't sure if it was my own or not.
"Your mom was telepathic too," I told it. "I bet you will develop an ability."
It played with my hands and eventually rolled together to a small ball, tail wrapped around a finger. Now I felt a short emotion of warmth and comfort and was almost sure it couldn't be my own.
