"I don't mean to rush you," the blonde woman said gently, and Donna looked up from the spot on the wall she'd been absently staring at while she sat on the dusty jumpseat, waiting for... well, she wasn't sure.
"What?" she asked. She hated how tired she sounded, because this was exciting and important, but she so rarely got a good nights' sleep these days, and all the excitement like that is bound to wear a body out.
Not to mention she was going to die.
"We really have to get moving on this," the blonde woman said with a sigh, sitting next to Donna despite her words. "It's not like it really has to be done this second, but UNIT's a bunch of military types. Don't like waiting, and I don't fancy lettin' 'em get too impatient, what about you?"
Donna laughed shakily, looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She twisted her fingers together, trying to still them. "Not really."
"Hey." The woman's smaller hand closed over hers, and Donna looked up at her. Her eyes were sad, but she had a little encouraging smile playing at her lips, and Donna could tell it was honest. "You're gonna do fine, Donna. I know you will."
"Yeah, well, Mum'd have something to say to that, I'm sure," she commented, and shifted her hands a little so the woman's was gripped in both of hers, like a lifeline. The woman said nothing, but leaned against her, the simple contact bolstering Donna's courage."You sure you can't tell me your name?" she asked finally. "If I'm gonna die and all, I'd at least like to know."
"Wish I could," was the response, and Donna thought that she really did want to say. Which meant that if she wasn't saying, it was for a good reason.
"Well. Just a name. Doesn't matter, anyway."
The woman chuckled a little and pulled her hand out of Donna's to wrap her arms around Donna's shoulders, hugging her tightly. "You are amazing, Donna Noble," she whispered.
"I'll bet you say that to all the people you stalk," Donna grumbled good-naturedly. That got a full-on laugh out of the blonde, the sound echoing off the curved walls of the alien machine, and Donna couldn't help feel pleased that she'd gotten such a pretty laugh out of the solemn woman.
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Date: 2009-03-05 08:21 pm (UTC)"What?" she asked. She hated how tired she sounded, because this was exciting and important, but she so rarely got a good nights' sleep these days, and all the excitement like that is bound to wear a body out.
Not to mention she was going to die.
"We really have to get moving on this," the blonde woman said with a sigh, sitting next to Donna despite her words. "It's not like it really has to be done this second, but UNIT's a bunch of military types. Don't like waiting, and I don't fancy lettin' 'em get too impatient, what about you?"
Donna laughed shakily, looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She twisted her fingers together, trying to still them. "Not really."
"Hey." The woman's smaller hand closed over hers, and Donna looked up at her. Her eyes were sad, but she had a little encouraging smile playing at her lips, and Donna could tell it was honest. "You're gonna do fine, Donna. I know you will."
"Yeah, well, Mum'd have something to say to that, I'm sure," she commented, and shifted her hands a little so the woman's was gripped in both of hers, like a lifeline. The woman said nothing, but leaned against her, the simple contact bolstering Donna's courage."You sure you can't tell me your name?" she asked finally. "If I'm gonna die and all, I'd at least like to know."
"Wish I could," was the response, and Donna thought that she really did want to say. Which meant that if she wasn't saying, it was for a good reason.
"Well. Just a name. Doesn't matter, anyway."
The woman chuckled a little and pulled her hand out of Donna's to wrap her arms around Donna's shoulders, hugging her tightly. "You are amazing, Donna Noble," she whispered.
"I'll bet you say that to all the people you stalk," Donna grumbled good-naturedly. That got a full-on laugh out of the blonde, the sound echoing off the curved walls of the alien machine, and Donna couldn't help feel pleased that she'd gotten such a pretty laugh out of the solemn woman.