( Her fingertips dig into his shoulders; her head ducks to press her face into the cloth, buried against his neck, eyes squeezing shut just for a moment. The tears that prick at her eyes this time are a different brand, a different breed. Happy, overwhelmed with it, utterly overcome because a part of her wasn't sure-
A part of her thought she couldn't. A part of her kept expecting to fail, no matter how many times she stubbornly squashed the thought and plowed ahead with brute force and determination, some small voice in the back of her mind always whispered that it wouldn't work out. She'd just miss him every time, the dimension cannon would break, she'd slip into the void, anything, anything could go wrong. Anything could lead to a disaster and she'd never, ever see him again.
But they're here. They're here, after all this time. Now that she's got him, she doesn't want to let go — what if he slips away again? What if that vision comes true, that bolt from nowhere, exterminate? What if she blinks and he disappears, what if, what if, what if-
Eventually she's got to peel herself away. Got to look at him properly, got to see him for real. His face, that face, that one she's so fond of. She reels away only inches, so she can peer up — and place a hand against his cheek. Smiling softly, aching like an open wound, looking for differences with a little knit of concern furrowed into her brow. Her eyes flicker from one of his to the other and back again, searching.
Finding... something that deepens the furrow just a little, but she doesn't ask just yet. Not- not just yet. She will, but first- )
But how's this possible? I wasn't aiming for this place, I dunno how- how are you here, too? And where's the TARDIS?
( In all her wandering of the party, she'd seen no evidence of a big blue box. Surely they can't have intercepted him the way they intercepted other ordinary people? )
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A part of her thought she couldn't. A part of her kept expecting to fail, no matter how many times she stubbornly squashed the thought and plowed ahead with brute force and determination, some small voice in the back of her mind always whispered that it wouldn't work out. She'd just miss him every time, the dimension cannon would break, she'd slip into the void, anything, anything could go wrong. Anything could lead to a disaster and she'd never, ever see him again.
But they're here. They're here, after all this time. Now that she's got him, she doesn't want to let go — what if he slips away again? What if that vision comes true, that bolt from nowhere, exterminate? What if she blinks and he disappears, what if, what if, what if-
Eventually she's got to peel herself away. Got to look at him properly, got to see him for real. His face, that face, that one she's so fond of. She reels away only inches, so she can peer up — and place a hand against his cheek. Smiling softly, aching like an open wound, looking for differences with a little knit of concern furrowed into her brow. Her eyes flicker from one of his to the other and back again, searching.
Finding... something that deepens the furrow just a little, but she doesn't ask just yet. Not- not just yet. She will, but first- )
But how's this possible? I wasn't aiming for this place, I dunno how- how are you here, too? And where's the TARDIS?
( In all her wandering of the party, she'd seen no evidence of a big blue box. Surely they can't have intercepted him the way they intercepted other ordinary people? )