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fear_the_squeeCame to me this morning as I was getting ready for work, of course, when I won't be able to write the scene for hours and hours yet.
Donna and Eleven on the TARDIS. Donna's been texting back and forth with John Watson. (This will only make sense if you've read both stories in "The Two Doctors" so far.)
"I've known John Watson--well, a man a lot like John Watson--for a very long time. He's a soldier, Donna. He's a soldier who fights for the cause in front of him. And when he's fighting for a cause, nothing else matters. Nothing, and no one."
"Doctor, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were warning me off."
She watched him hesitate--the man who never hesitated. "No. Yes." He ran agitated fingers through his floppy hair, the gesture striking a familiar chord. Not such a different man after all. He waved his hands in a vague gesture of dismissal. "The point is, Donna: he's going to lose. There's a fall coming. An awful fall. And Dr. Watson..."
"Well. It sounds like he's going to need a friend, then isn't he?"
His expression softened and Donna got a glimpse of just how many times his hearts had been broken. The Doctor reached out and pulled her into a hug. "He will. And I can't wish him a better."
Donna and Eleven on the TARDIS. Donna's been texting back and forth with John Watson. (This will only make sense if you've read both stories in "The Two Doctors" so far.)
"I've known John Watson--well, a man a lot like John Watson--for a very long time. He's a soldier, Donna. He's a soldier who fights for the cause in front of him. And when he's fighting for a cause, nothing else matters. Nothing, and no one."
"Doctor, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were warning me off."
She watched him hesitate--the man who never hesitated. "No. Yes." He ran agitated fingers through his floppy hair, the gesture striking a familiar chord. Not such a different man after all. He waved his hands in a vague gesture of dismissal. "The point is, Donna: he's going to lose. There's a fall coming. An awful fall. And Dr. Watson..."
"Well. It sounds like he's going to need a friend, then isn't he?"
His expression softened and Donna got a glimpse of just how many times his hearts had been broken. The Doctor reached out and pulled her into a hug. "He will. And I can't wish him a better."
