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Mysterious Ways, part 11 of ?

Title: Mysterious Ways, part 11 of ?
Author: Aenaria/io_aenaria
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Gemma (an OC), with appearances by Jack, Martha, Donna, and a bunch of other OCs
Rating: This part is PG, however rating is more than likely to go up by the end of it...
Summary: The Sonnetsverse reunion. "She's been lost, found the key, unlocked the door to the universe, wandered about, took a detour, stopped, stopped some more, then started again. Now, finally, Rose Tyler is on her way home." Has gone totally AU after 'The Unicorn and the Wasp', so is safe for people avoiding spoilers for the end of s4.
Disclaimer: Alas, no. All I've got is a kitten named Fortuna, but she's not for sale.

a/n: Two days after the end of the year, that's not too bad, is it? I seem to be operating on relative time...this one's not quite as bad as the last piece when it comes to cliffhangers, however I'll still be over here behind the bulletproof glass.

Many, many, many thanks to anepidemic and earlgreytea68 (I spelled it right this time!) for doing the beta on the next few parts of this. They've helped me out so much, and it's always appreciated. And, as always, to Paige, for putting up with my insane rambles about this. Love ya, hon.

Previous parts of Mysterious Ways and the rest of the Sonnetsverse found here.

Thanks for reading!




“But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don’t believe in sensible rules,
And won’t believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day.”

Impossible, Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella



The party is in full swing a couple of hours later, the dance floor vibrating from the footsteps of costumed revelers, the strings of lights and lanterns twinkling against the darkness, the waiters coming around with trays of little nibbles and ever-flowing champagne, and the loud clatter of people talking. But after the highly eventful start to the night, it had turned out to be just your average party. Which isn’t a bad thing, Rose muses. Sometimes a little calmness does wonders for the body.

While Gemma has taken off for parts unknown in the palazzo with kids her age so they could play, the women have staked out a table near the water entrance, right under the first floor overhang, and set up camp there, occasionally stealing a platter of whatever was nearest from passing staff. And as conversations are wont to do, what had started out as a highly academic and professional sounding conversation had quickly evolved into a ‘who’s got the weirdest London story’ debate. This may have possibly been spurred on by Priya, who is always insistent that her story about ending up on the moon is true, and now, finally, she’s got backup.

“Walking blobs of fat,” Donna smirks, twirling her gilded mask around by the cord.

“Ooh, I remember that,” Martha winced. “One of Tom’s aunts suddenly started sprouting little baby blobs right in the middle of a family barbeque. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”

“All right, next,” Lou says, ever the sceptic. She shoots her roommate a challenging look, daring her to trot out the same old story.

“You know what I’m going to say,” Priya grins, tilting her champagne in her roomie’s direction. “Hospital, on the moon.”

“And I will vouch for her,” Martha tosses in. “Between the moon, the upside-down rain, the space rhinos- “

“Space rhinos,” Rose mutters with an arched eyebrow. She’s seen many a strange thing in her life, but some things (or, possibly, the way humans describe these strange things) will always give her a bit of pause. Space rhinos included.

“Apparently some sort of intergalactic police or mercenaries to my best understanding,” Martha shrugs, her voice almost too casual. Rose resists the urge to call her on it; it’s not the right time. Maybe if they’re still around tomorrow, she could pick her brain a little more. Because it sounds like exactly the sort of mess the Doctor would get himself into, and maybe it could be one more piece to add into the puzzle. “Your turn,” Martha nods in her direction.

Rose smirks and sips at her drink. “I know Pree and Lou know this, but I used to work in a shop. Henrik’s right in London. Well one night, I’m there a little late taking the lottery money down to the man collecting it, when all of a sudden the shop window dummies stashed down in the basement start to move.”

“That’d be enough to put me off of shopping for a while,” Donna says, cringing a bit as she spins her mask around on the table. It was messing up her hair anyway.

“Seriously,” Rose agrees. “Anyway, I ran for it and made it out of the building. Not thirty seconds later, when I’m still right across the street, there’s this loud bang and all of a sudden the building’s on fire.” A simplified version of the story, yes, but it’s the same idea.

“While that sounds dangerous,” Lou points out, “an explosion isn’t quite as weird as fat blobs. It may not have even been caused by something weird or alien. They could have been robots, or something like that.”

“And you’re such an expert on robots and science?” Rose shoots back with a grin. It’s a common fact that Louise is not well known for her scientific brain, and may have possibly failed a couple of semesters back in high school, something that she is inordinately proud of. “Trust me, nothing on Earth could have made those things walk about like that.” Not to mention the most distinct alien of them all that she had encountered there.

“If you say so,” Lou shrugs, although there is a bit of a smiling glint in her eyes. “All right, Martha, your turn, and it can’t be a repeat of anything anyone else has said.”

Martha thinks for a few seconds, then her face clouds over. “It’s not the happiest of incidences, but it’s an easily verifiable one,” she says, her gaze firmly locked on the gauzy tablecloth. Then her eyes shoot back up, and every can see the sudden sobriety in them. “The Ghosts. The Cybermen that came out of Canary Wharf. I think everyone in London was affected by that in some way or another.”

An uncontrollable shiver skates down Rose’s back, and she can feel her breaths start to speed up. It’s not fair; those few words should not have the power to bring her right back there, to make her relive those memories of one of the worst days in her life. She digs her nails into her palms in an attempt to stop the shuddering. “Yeah,” she says shakily. Suddenly she pushes her chair back and gets up in a flurry of black gauze and silver and gold sequins. “I’ll be back, just going to get some fresh air,” she mutters, and rushes out the water entrance.

The rest of the women trade a look. “What was that about?” Donna whispers (as much as one can whisper and still be heard in the middle of a party).

Priya glances over at Lou. “Remember that guy she lost?” she asks, leaning in close as if it’s some great secret.

Lou’s brow wrinkles in puzzlement. “I thought you said he left though, not that he was dead by Cyberman.”

“All she said was that they went their separate ways. That could mean just about anything. From what it sounds like though, it wasn’t a voluntary separation. Which tells me that he’s probably dead or was turned into one of those things.”

Donna waves a hand towards the door. “So all of that’s over a guy?” She sighs and rolls her eyes. “There’s always one at every party, isn’t there?”

Lou pushes her chair back with a rough grating noise. “I’m gonna go see how she is.”

Outside, Rose dashes her hands back through the tangled mess of gelled and hair sprayed-brunette waves on her head. Usually, she handles the memories better, but something about tonight just triggered it, and if she hadn’t left when she did the floods of tears would have started. She rubs her hands over her bare arms, bringing out the writing that’s in close reach to her. She lets it fade within seconds, but for that brief moment she wants the reassurance of all of her stories.

A hand falls heavily on her shoulder, and she twists to see a bunch of silver-ringed fingers attached to an arm leading up to Louise’s concerned face. “You okay, sweetie?” she asks.

“Yeah. Sorry,” she says, scrubbing carefully at the skin below her mask, making sure the traces of any lingering tears are gone. “I don’t usually get emotional like that.”

“S’okay. Happens to all of us now and again.” Rose just nods in agreement, not willing to say anything more. “Seems like that was a bad time for everyone,” Lou continues, a bit awkwardly. “Did it have anything to do with that guy?”

“How did you know about him?” Rose yelps. She couldn’t remember ever mentioning the exact details to Lou (not that she’d believe it anyway).

“Umm…” Lou bites at her lip and eventually sighs in defeat. “All right, Pree told me.”

Rose groans. “Why am I not surprised? So much for the confidentiality of the medical profession.”

“She just said what you said on the plane. Everything else is just guessing, but seriously, honey, it’s kind of obvious that you lost a guy. Escaping from the intern through a window, that ring any bells? We just kinda put two and two together when we saw your face after the Cybermen were mentioned.” Lou crosses her arms over her chest, obviously satisfied with her argument.

‘Yeah, two and two together and came up with five,’ Rose thinks with a mental eye-roll. Still, given the limited information they had, it was actually still fairly close to the mark. “All right, fair point,” she concedes, then sighs again. “God, it was years ago, now. I should be able to control it a bit better after so long.”

“You lost someone you loved,” Lou says, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “It’s always gonna be hard.”

“I think I might have lost myself that day,” she says softly, resting her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah, but the world keeps spinning, and all we can do is get up and keep moving.” Rose picks her head up and shoots Lou a glance. Odd choice of words from her. Oddly appropriate, rather. “So you going to be okay?” she asks again.

“Yeah, I think I will,” Rose nods. She quickly pats at her hair, attempting to bring some sort of order to mass of waves and settles her mask back into place. “You really are an old romantic at heart though, aren’t you?” she says with a sly look.

Lou shrugs. “Some people find it easy to believe in aliens.” She nods back towards the doorway inside. “That lot in there is proof of that, but they’ve seen things I haven’t. But I know what I have seen, you know? I’ve always been a bit of a sap, and I’m a sucker for a good love story.”

’If this be error and upon me proved/I never writ, nor no man ever loved,’” Rose quotes, eyes flicking briefly skyward.

“Sonnet 116,” she nods. “One of my favorites. Read it at my uncle’s wedding actually…other side of the family, of course.”

“Yeah.” Rose rubs her arms, trying to bring a little bit of blood back to them. “It’s freezing out here. Shall we go back?”

“You go ahead,” Lou waves. “I’m going to hunt down someone for a smoke.”

Rose nods and heads back in, plunking herself down at the table amid the curious looks of everyone else there. She ignores them with a smile and steeples her hands on the table before her. Whatever happened outside was her business and no one else’s. “All right, ladies, where were we?”

* * *

“This is one of the first things I ever learned in university.” Neil gesticulates wildly with his drink, making the assembled coterie lean out of the way of the flying droplets. The crowd has grown and spread out a bit, taking the seats at the small cocktail table with a few people perched on the deep-set windowsill behind them. “Out of all of the screenplays ever written, there are only ever two stories. One, a man on a mission, and two, a stranger comes to town.”

“Well, patterns throughout all walks of life repeat. The common archetypes are so common that you can find them in every culture that’s out there,” the Doctor tosses back, “so it only makes sense that the same themes would keep popping up in films. However, that doesn’t hide the fact that those themes are so vague that they can be applied to almost every situation, not just movies.”

“But what about the oldest story of them all?” someone else says.

“You mean the one about the prozzies?”

“Oi! No, that’s the oldest profession, you twonk.”

“Ahem,” the first man clears his throat, “I meant the real old one. I know you know the story: boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, boy loses girl. Which one would you put that under?”

Neil gulps and wrinkles his brow a bit. “Um…it could fall under both?” he stutters out, his argument falling to pieces beneath his feet. A groan rises up from the crowd.

“And besides, what if the lost girl comes back?” the Doctor tosses in. He may, just possibly, be speaking from personal memory, not that he’d admit that to himself. “How do you classify that into your themes?”

“It all depends on what the boy decides to do,” Neil says, full of bravado – in the form of the free-flowing champagne he’s been indulging in. “Does he welcome her back with open arms? Or does he do something else?”

“What if he thinks that she was safer where she was? That life with him was too dangerous, and that all he wants is for her to be safe. And if safe means making it impossible for them to ever see each other again?” No, he’s definitely not speaking from personal experience here. Not at all. Besides, some things were unclassifiable.

“Hmm.” Neil takes yet another sip and ponders for a few moments. “So basically, this hypothetical boy has the chance to get this girl he fancies back – no, she comes back, and he still blows it under the guise that it’d be safer for her.”

“Sounds about right,” the Doctor muses.

“Then he’s a bloody coward,” Neil states with a nod.

“Oi!” he yelps, then backs off. Remember, it’s not personal. “How’s he a coward?”

“He’s got the chance to get his love back, and even though life is always dangerous and never safe (which is what makes life so fantastic) in his deluded mind he doesn’t think it’s worth the leap of faith to keep her with him, which is really just another sort of cowardice.”

Neil’s ramble is quite impressive for one as drunk as he is; however, it’s not convincing the Doctor. “It’s not cowardice if it’s the difference between life and death,” he insists, but then runs a hand through his hair. “What the hell, it’s impossible anyway.”

“Well, love is an impossible thing,” Neil says with a sage nod.

“I meant the girl coming back in my…hypothetical story. It’s impossible for her to come back.”

“What’s impossible?” Louise asks, rushing over to Neil’s side in a flurry of mint green and glitter and nicks a cigarette from the open box on the table. She lights up quickly and exhales a stream of smoke, her eyes fluttering shut at the first rush of nicotine.

“Lost loves returning, apparently.”

“Hypothetically,” the Doctor interjects (mysterious books aside). “Hypothetically, it’s impossible.”

“Yeah, but you know what they say about impossible,” Louise says, shoving her mask on top of her curls.

“What do they say?” the Doctor asks, unable to keep the slightest bit of sarcasm out of his voice.

“Well, zanies and fools and all that,” she replies.

“I’m sorry?”

“Zanies and fools who don’t believe in sensible rules are the ones that make impossible things happen,” she clarifies, taking another drag.

Neil cackles at that one. “That, dear cousin, probably takes the prize for the most obscure pop culture reference of the year.”

Louise snorts. “That’s hardly pop culture, that’s my childhood coming back to haunt me.”

“This from the woman who still has a Care Bear on her bed?” She thumps him one on the shoulder, making his toga slip a bit and causing him to wince from the impact. “Ow!”

“This place is very strange,” the Doctor mutters, finally giving in and snagging a passing by champagne glass from a server. If anything it’s a good distraction from hypothetical stories that are most definitely not about him or anything he has or could be going through.

“But still,” Neil continues, however the Doctor cuts him off with a watered down version of his Oncoming Storm glare.

“Drop it,” he nearly growls. Even though Neil is in an addled state, he can’t miss this sign and gracefully backs away.

“So, how are things going for you?” Neil asks Lou, who is currently in the midst of stealing some of his drink. She swallows quickly and shrugs.

“Oh, you know, the usual sort of family party. Avoiding the relatives, having plenty to drink, giving romantic counseling.” She wrinkles her brow and gazes out the arched window behind him, getting in a quick glance of the canal. “Actually, it’s pretty calm given our usual gatherings. No fist fights have broken out yet.”

“That was only the once.”

“Yeah, but you have to admit it made for a hell of a party.”

The Doctor lets the familiar conversation wash over him briefly, using the moments to reset his brain and drag it out of the past and possible futures. Better to focus on the now, because that’s the fun part. However, a sudden loud clash of horns and drums from a new band below echoes through the courtyard, making Louise straighten up and her eyes gleam. “Ooh,” she grins. “Time to dance,” she says, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray and skipping a bit in place. “It’s tradition, they play it every year and everyone just piles onto the floor and goes a bit wild.”

“Well, go on then,” the Doctor smiles at her. She smiles back and runs off. The Doctor slides off his chair and moves to the rail of the balcony, watching as her polka-dot dress flies down the grand, curving staircase and practically leaps into the mass of humanity below. As the sounds of a modern update of a saltarello begin to play he lets his eyes shut, just briefly. It’s that feeling, one he knows all too well even though he doesn’t like to admit it. It’s that urge to fall. Maybe it’s just the result of looking down from on high, but the little niggling feeling at the back of his neck suggests that maybe it’s something more, but he doesn’t know what. Shrugging, he turns back towards the table, sliding easily into the conversation.

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morrighangw
Jan. 3rd, 2009 03:13 am (UTC)
Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!! So. Bloody. Close!!

And yes, the Doctor is a coward. I think someone needs to smack him (preferably Donna).
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:29 am (UTC)
Sooooo close, yes. ;) Almost there, I promise. Coward? Most certainly. That scene was me working out some of my Journey's End gripes (those were the things I was yelling in my head at that idiot male). However, since the above is the only time we will see anything about Journey's End mentioned in this universe, I thought I could get away with it. ;) Thanks for reading!
adriana_is
Jan. 3rd, 2009 03:25 am (UTC)
Dear GOD, Woman!!! Please tell me that they FINALLY reunite in the next chapter...gah!!

Happy New Year!!

io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:30 am (UTC)
Ummm....not quite. There is a reunion of sorts in the next chapter, however the scene you want is in Chapters 13/14. ;)

Yes, evil, I know, LOL. I'm becoming quite comfortable with it at this point.

Happy New Year to you as well! :)
earlgreytea68
Jan. 3rd, 2009 03:35 am (UTC)
I always knew who you were talking about when you just said "earlgreytea," though!

You are a master at building suspense, and doing it so beautifully, weaving words into such gorgeous sentences. Divine.
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:32 am (UTC)
Oh, I know, but every time I do it I kick myself because I keep getting the name wrong!

You flatter me too much, truly. :)
jlrpuck
Jan. 3rd, 2009 03:40 am (UTC)
You. are. *killing*. me.

Still, in spite of the nearly unbearable suspense, this is another fantastic chapter from you. I just wish I could read it *slowly*, instead of tearing through, hoping *this* is the chapter where Ten will see Rose, or vice-versa!
prynne12
Jan. 3rd, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one.
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prynne12
Jan. 3rd, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
This. Is. Killing. Me.

It really is. They're so close and yet so far, to quote the cliché.


ARRRGH!!!!
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:36 am (UTC)
I get the feeling that I'm going to be apologizing a lot for killing people in the replies, LOL. But yeah, you've nailed it - so close, but so far. I can say this though - at this point in time in the story, in the grand scheme of timelines, they are maybe 15 minutes away at the most from reunion. So hopefully that'll make it a little easier to handle. :) Thanks for reading!
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scubagurl22
Jan. 3rd, 2009 04:54 am (UTC)
Open your eyes!!!!

Gah, if he hadn't closed his eyes there he might have seen her meet up with Lou. He can't miss her from teh way she's dressed, what is she dressed as by the way?


Whats the chance of a fast update before the suspense kills us all? Not that the slow build isn't it's own kind of sweet torture.
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:40 am (UTC)
He may have seen her, he may have not. He may have not recognized her either - remember, her hair's been dyed and she's wearing a mask as well. The rest of her outfit is a modern Indian sari. If you want, I can e-mail you the pictures of the costumes I picked out for everyone. I don't know if I can post them here considering I got them from a bunch of websites, but I don't mind sharing them via e-mail. Just PM me your e-mail if you want and you can see exactly what everyone is wearing. :)

Chapter 12 is finished, but that one won't alleviate the suspense. In fact it'll only add to it. 13 isn't even written yet, and I'm not sure when it'll be because I'm starting grad school at the end of this week and will be spending quite a bit of time working on that as well. But I will not abandon this story, no f'ing way, I promise you that. Thanks for sticking with it, I really appreciate it!
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lady_mage
Jan. 3rd, 2009 05:05 am (UTC)
Oh man! I love the Cinderella reference!!!! That is my absolute favorite version of Cinderella in the know world! I instantly put on the song when I read the lyrics.

Love Love Love this story, the anticipation is so thick I'd have to hack at it with a axe.

You are forgiven for the delayed update but PLEASE hurry with the next. I so can't wait!
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:44 am (UTC)
It's my favorite version of Cinderella as well! It's the one I grew up with - we had the animated one in the house but my mother loved the live action musical one as a child and so bought us the tape to watch. Yeah, it's a bit 1960s in the visuals, but the music is far better than the Disney one (yes, I'm biased). :)

Glad you like it. With the next part, it's already written and I just shipped it off to the betas, so I'm hoping that I will be able to post it on Friday morning, as I leave for grad school that afternoon for nine days and won't be sure when I'll be able to post. But I will get chapter 12 out before I go. Thanks for reading! :)
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glory_jean
Jan. 3rd, 2009 05:20 am (UTC)
Beautiful chapter. Love the R&H Cinderella reference.

But... I'll be very glad when I can read this story from beginning to end without all. that. suspense.
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:45 am (UTC)
I've known the song for so long, and when people started pointing out the Doctor's fondness for the word 'impossible' and that when he said it, the impossible often happened...how could I resist? *g*

*scratches ear nervously* I'm working as fast as I can to get this out! Hopefully the suspense will be over soon, even though it won't be the end of the story. :) Thanks for reading!
ayumuneechan
Jan. 3rd, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
Eeeeee!! I love Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella. All their songs are so catchy. Makes me giddy to see it in this story. ^^

This chapter prolongs the teasing. Methinks you have a bit of a sadistic streak, but if that were true, I think I'd have to admit to being a masochist. Just a little bit more before they meet, yeah? Can't wait!
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:48 am (UTC)
Hehe, glad you liked the choice of song! I love it myself, could probably sing along to the entire bloody thing, LOL. I thought the lyrics were highly appropriate for the Doctor.

It's not a sadistic streak, I just know how I want this story to be plotted...it's just driving everyone mad in the process. ;) So I'm no sadist, and you're no masochist. That make you feel better? :) But yeah, only a little more. Chapters 13/14 will be when it allll happens, and since chapter 12 is already written we're almost there. Thanks for reading!
ladychi
Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:02 am (UTC)
AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.

You. Are. Killing. Me.
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:49 am (UTC)
*frowns* I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause spontaneous killings. Would Christmas cookies help? They're homemade....

:)
maniacalshen
Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:18 am (UTC)
I literally headdesked at the end. This torture is obscene. :-p I enjoyed Neil's keen if drunken arguments, as well as Rose's doubt regarding space rhinos. Oh, the conversations they'll have later!
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:51 am (UTC)
Neil's drunken arguments was what was going through my head during Journey's End - I'm just using this as a way to exorcise my demons. :) But please, no headdesking. *puts pillow under your forehead* We're almost there...

(Yes, as much as I like what you do, RTD, the space rhinos was definitely pushing it a bit. *G*)
faith5by5_1013
Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:50 am (UTC)
This is amazing. You had me on the edge of my seat the entire chapter. The suspense is killing me!

I'm adding this to my memories.
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
Glad you're enjoying it! But please, no dying from suspense! I'm trying to remedy that as fast as possible. :) Thanks for reading and meming it!
booklvr1256
Jan. 3rd, 2009 09:41 am (UTC)
Gaaaaaaaaah! You got to be doing this on purpose!! Do you take some sick pleasure from pulling apart my insides with suspense?!!!

lol, great chapter. It's good to see even someone who's drunk can point out the cowardly actions of the Doctor, if he were to actually reject Rose for "her safety".

Can't wait until the next update! Please let it be soon, and please let it be the reunion! They're so close!
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
Nooooo, it's not on purpose! It's just where each chapter thinks it should end - I just write it down, ultimately the story itself controls everything. :)

As so many people have said and I think we all agree with, the Doctor needs a sound thump upside the head for being an idiot ( *looks at your icon* I bet House could probably do a good job of that...).

The next update will be soon, hopefully by the end of the week, although it won't be the reunion. That'll be in chapters 13/14, so not too far off. :) Thanks for reading!
midasu
Jan. 3rd, 2009 10:26 am (UTC)
I like the girls trying to one up each other at the weirdness they've seen and the boys talking about book themes and lost love. Good chapter.
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 12:59 am (UTC)
It's bit of a role reversal from what goes on in my life (usually the girls are talking about obscure things in books...okay, not really obscure, it's usually Harry Potter or Shakespeare, and our boys are trying to one up each other, leaving the girls to point out the sheer idiocy of things they've done in the past, LOL). Glad you like it! :)
nurse_stiney
Jan. 3rd, 2009 12:47 pm (UTC)
Hee! FINALLY, SOMEONE REFERENCES CINDERELLA'S 'IMPOSSIBLE' IN DOCTOR WHO!!! You just made my day, luv. :D
But beyond that bit of squee: oh COME ON!! You. Sadist. 'Nuff said. :P
io_aenaria
Jan. 5th, 2009 01:00 am (UTC)
Heeeee, glad I could do so! 'Impossible' is so perfect for the Doctor, I don't know how anyone hasn't managed to do it before this. ;)

Nope, not a sadist. Just following the wishes of the story. Patience though, it's coming soon. :)
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