[TARDIS Wardrobe]
Donna is rifling through the racks of improbably perfect swimwear in the Wardrobe, each piece more spectacular than the last.
"Honestly, this place has everything," she says, pulling out a brightly patterned one-piece.
The Doctor pops his head around the corner, holding up a striped pink and white beach umbrella like a prize.
"Got it! A proper parasol," he grins, "Just wait till you see the sands on Florana—like beaches of weaved gold!
"Sounds lovely," Donna replies, beaming, "And you, Ally? Ready to ditch the cosmic chaos for a bit of sun and surf?"
The Alchemist appears from the depths of the TARDIS Wardrobe, carrying her favorite woven picnic basket and the star-embroidered navy blue quilt.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she says with a small smile, "Though I'd like to see the Doctor keep from finding trouble for one whole day."
"Oi!" the Doctor protests, brandishing the umbrella, "I'll have you know, I can be very well-behaved."
Donna groans, covering her ears and saying 'la-la-la-la-la.'
The Alchemist smirks, "You... behave? Like you did last night? Or the night before that... or, well, I could go on, love."
The Doctor smirks, but before he can respond, he senses something shift. His fingers move instinctively to pull the psychic paper from his coat pocket while the Alchemist does the same with her own, her brow furrows as they both read the message.
'"The Library. Come as soon as you can, OXO,"' the Doctor reads telepathically with a frown, 'Who's inviting us to the Library with hugs and a kiss?'
'The Library...' the Alchemist replies, shrugging, 'I don't recognize the handwriting. It's not Jack's or any of the kids.'
Donna drops her hands, quieting as she notices the silent conversation between her pilots happening before her.
'Only one way to find out,' the Doctor snaps his fingers, grinning, "Change of plans, we're going to the Library!"
The Alchemist chuckles, setting down the picnic basket and blanket with a small shake of her head, "Oh, I do love books. We're nearby at that!
Laughing the Doctor continues, "Practically in the neighborhood."
Donna rolls her eyes but hangs her swimsuit back up on the rack and follows them to the Console Room.
"You two have the strangest idea of a holiday," she murmurs.
[Console Room]
The TARDIS console room hums with its usual vibrancy, the time rotor pulsing in a steady rhythm as the Doctor and the Alchemist move in sync, working together seamlessly. Their movements are a perfect balance of energy and focus, each of them at home in the whirlwind that is the TARDIS.
They land with the signature wheeze as Donna holds tight to the console, the ship had been shaking as usual the entire flight with those two involved.
The Doctor spins to Donna as he grasps his Bondmate's hand, grinning, "Books. People never really stop loving books."
"It's the smell!" the Alchemist adds with a wink as they step out of the ship.
[Library]
The only objects scattered about them are a few small cases of books, their worn spines hinting at untold stories from across time and space.
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Eyes of Time: The Final Line ✓
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