[ as promised, she waits impatiently in her bedroom, still only in a pair of jeans, sprawled strategically across her bed ( and today it's made, for once, much to Jackie's sincere surprise. ) There's still some edge of anxiety keeping Rose a bit jumpy, as if the Doctor will arrive and announce it's all been one big practical joke, and she's still tipsy enough to wonder if maybe it is.
She's thought about this, after all. Often and in great detail and the fact that it might actually happen has her reeling. Great thought has been put into how she's laying, the first sight he'll see when he walks in the door— or materializes the TARDIS straight into her bedroom, and it wouldn't be the first time. But she might really have him tonight, her best friend, her spaceman from the stars, faces old and new that she's loved more than anything she'd ever imagined possible. It's frightening and exhilarating and if he'd just hurry up and get there already.
Preferably not covered in alien slime. Or engaged. Or both. ]
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She's thought about this, after all. Often and in great detail and the fact that it might actually happen has her reeling. Great thought has been put into how she's laying, the first sight he'll see when he walks in the door— or materializes the TARDIS straight into her bedroom, and it wouldn't be the first time. But she might really have him tonight, her best friend, her spaceman from the stars, faces old and new that she's loved more than anything she'd ever imagined possible. It's frightening and exhilarating and if he'd just hurry up and get there already.
Preferably not covered in alien slime. Or engaged. Or both. ]
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