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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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Charley stormed out of ROSM’s control deck. “The unmitigated gall! Assigning a complete stranger to ‘look after me’ as if I were a helpless child? You’d think by now the Doctor would understand we’re a team, no matter the danger, but clearly not.”

Slamming her hand on the airlock control panel, she left the ship. “Not only that, running to the Cimmerians in the hopes of being punished for making an honest mistake? He won’t be happy until he’s martyred himself for the entire universe! Well, I’ll just have to set him straight,” she looked around, “once I find him.“