#lghtyear

 ❝ ... Did you miss the part of the inscription that mentions certain death to everyone that enters? ❞ A gloved hand gestured pointedly to the aforementioned inscription, where once strange symbols had now been translated thanks to the TARDIS. She took a step forwards, hand dropping to the blaster holstered at her hip, her other hand gripping her torch more firmly. Couldn't be too careful around a warning like that.

"How's the engagement lookin', then? Alright, yeah?" he asks, despite the fact that he thinks he already knows the answer. Jamie spends enough time on socials to know how things will generally be received by the public. Still, he's a predictable man; he likes praise, and he'll like to hear it now.

seashell does memes / always accepting

"that's not something you can actually control," she says, and her voice is sympathetic. "i worry all the time. it comes with the territory these days."

what's the territory she's talking about here? she's not a worrier by nature. she's always been in it, figuring things out, piecing things together before she realizes she's doing it, underestimating herself - but that has never meant she was a worrier.

now?

well. maybe it comes with being a mother. she's been worried since her daughter was born. trying to take her life one day at a time and not make so many mistakes that she screws her up forever. she sees the world different, now - or she doesn't, because part of her has been a mother since the library.

or maybe it's the doctor retired in her guest room.

maybe it's just age.

either way.

❝ Jenny? ❞ She repeated the name out loud, a frown marring her features as she pondered it. Of all the people who have known the Doctor, there was only one with the name Jenny that came to mind and that woman was a Victorian chamber maid who River was quiet certain, didn't have the ability to change her appearance at will. So unless ... oh. The archaeologist arched a brow. There had been another Jenny. But that Jenny couldn't possibly be this one. That Jenny had died a long time ago, on a planet far away. Hmm. look who's talking. Impossible things happened all the time.

❝ Of course. Jenny. You're alive!? ❞ She paused, surprise slowly giving way to delight, and then, dismay once more.

Just as River hadn't expected anyone to come bounding in through those blue doors, Jenny must have expectations of her own and those probably included finding the Doctor. The Doctor who was probably out there this very minute, saving the entire planet, or joining a bowling league. Perhaps both. But more importantly, the Doctor who had NO idea that she was alive either and couldn't without risking grave consequences for the universe. If she hadn't needed to get off this planet as fast as possible, she'd never have stepped foot through those doors to begin with.

❝ I'm ah, a friend of the Doctor's. he's entrusted me to move the TARDIS off-world for him, can't risk it falling into the wrong hands. ❞

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"oh, uh . . ." chris is flabbergasted, a slight turn to look behind him as jessica lowers herself to the floor. his hand raises upward to itch the back of his neck -- for little or no reason. "jess, are you -- are you sure?" it hadn't been long since he'd broken things off with ash, &. things were even more splintered. mike had died that night, which left jessica alone. something chris knew in his heart, was the only reason this was even happening. without the loss of michael, the two of them would have never gotten so close. she would never want him like this. &. something about that hurts.