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: We've been on a school trip to the Alps for a week, so I didn't have time to write. It was a lot of fun, definitely an experience I will carry with me with a smile.
Anyway, on with the story. ;D
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Of course I was alone when I woke up, the calming warmth of the Master beside me missing. There wasn't even a blanket or pillow to grab and cuddle in the absence, so I was left feeling maddeningly bare on the sofa and the dimly lit room. Somehow the candles were still burning and everything looked like it had before. The only thing that indicated any passing of time was the fact that I felt rested.
I turned on my back and thought about the previous evening. To call it strange was a heavy understatement, but I had no better term for it.
Unexpected. Very.
Hot. Definitely.
I grinned against the ceiling and at the same time felt a little ashamed. Maybe I should have stopped it right from the start, seeing how pissed the Master had been afterwards. But he had encouraged it, so there was that. It hadn't been me alone and I doubted that, even through our connection, my desires could have just overtaken his own. Actually... I really hoped that wasn't the case. It couldn't be, right? Otherwise he would have reacted differently... although he had sounded very adamant on assuring something like this never happening ever again.
Then again had he been the one starting to kiss me like... actually like no one ever had before. Not that I could recall, anyway. And why had he? Just to prove a point? Because he needed our connection to run deep enough so I could find the drums? Getting there the safe way was probably too slow for him and my capability of learning to navigate the psychic field was too limited.
Either way. I had to get up or otherwise my head would simply kill me with all the unanswered questions.
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Donna's voice rang through the console room as I strode in, groggily, a mug of steaming coffee in my hands. It was hard to tell what exactly she was going on about, and why was she wearing a purple dress?
"Just save someone," she pleaded, hands on the console to steady herself.
Now I saw that both of them were covered in dirt. Had they been out while I had slept? The Doctor looked at Donna as if she was asking something impossible of him, eyes hard and distant. The same look he had when he talked about the Master. About a lost cause, a vain attempt.
