drabble

[lodessa]

For silver_fic an actual drabble



Martha wonders what time her call will find the Doctor in. Will it ring according to linear timelines or will the time that’s passed since they parted be calculated from his perspective? Will he answer in Ancient Rome or in the future on some distant star? Will he pick up at all? Perhaps he will have misplaced it; maybe he will be too busy with new adventures and companions to bother answering her call. The phone rings once, twice, three times. Then she hears the familiar sound of the TARDIS’ approach. She’s in his arms the moment the door opens.

Comments

[silver-fic.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww *giant grin* Thank you, that is just wonderful ^____^ It's like he was just waiting for the phone to ring, his hand on the button, it rings and he's there, and it's wonderful and I lvoe it, thank you

[lodessa.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I thought about making it longer, but really that's all I wanted to say. She felt irrelevant to him... but she wasn't.

[silver-fic.livejournal.com]

It was perfect, thank you for writing it ^__^

[lodessa.livejournal.com]

No problem. Sometimes it is fun to cut things down to such a concise statement instead of expanding out.