( This-- this feels familiar. This feels right. They could never have an uneventful reunion, could thay? It was always going to be in the middle of a crisis, in the middle of the end of the world, in the middle of something like a loss or an invasion or a kidnapping or something. Part of her would've loved that, if it were more like one of their regular, lighter adventures, but...
It doesn't feel light. Not the way he looks, not his body language, not the answer that follows. The Doctor without the TARDIS is just wrong; the Doctor losing memories is nearly as bad. There are pieces she's missing, she knows, she's just not clever enough to ascertain what they are yet.
Her hand drops away from his cheek, but it doesn't go far. It just drifts down, from shoulder to bicep, where it hangs on — they're of the same mind, maybe. About not letting go yet. Not so soon. )
You don't- Doctor, I just saw... when I touched that flower, just now when I put it on, I saw something. I saw you dying. Was it that? Could it have been-
( My fault? Could it be he doesn't remember because they pulled him as he was regenerating? )
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It doesn't feel light. Not the way he looks, not his body language, not the answer that follows. The Doctor without the TARDIS is just wrong; the Doctor losing memories is nearly as bad. There are pieces she's missing, she knows, she's just not clever enough to ascertain what they are yet.
Her hand drops away from his cheek, but it doesn't go far. It just drifts down, from shoulder to bicep, where it hangs on — they're of the same mind, maybe. About not letting go yet. Not so soon. )
You don't- Doctor, I just saw... when I touched that flower, just now when I put it on, I saw something. I saw you dying. Was it that? Could it have been-
( My fault? Could it be he doesn't remember because they pulled him as he was regenerating? )