“And sometimes you held somebody’s hand just to prove that you were still alive, and that another human being was there to testify that fact.” — Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell (via casterlylions)
"Thank you." I said as she set my cup near me. I took it into my hands and held it there, letting the warmth radiating from the mug soothe my impatient fingers. "Mostly yes. I try to it more to keep in practice with what tech I have in the Type 45, but it has been really useful in helping me to salvage some forgotten memories…" I say, raising the mug to my lips.
"…and forget a few others." I mumble out of the side of my mouth before taking a sip of the tea, letting the hot liquid wash away any painful memories that threatened to surface. "Hmm, lemon raspberry. Never had that before. It’s really good." I said with smile, nestling the mug back into my hands.
"You travel by yourself often?"
Andromeda nodded and took a sip from her cup while Astria answered her question. Some of what she described sounded familiar—perhaps not in practice, but in intent. The desire to forget certain memories was something she could relate with, but trying to salvage forgotten memories wasn’t something she had experienced thus far in her 800 years. Not that she could remember, anyway. “I like to keep a large variety of tea on hand. I never know what sort of mood I will be in or what sorts of guests I might have from day-to-day.”
She sighed quietly at Astria’s question. “Yes. I do. I’ve travelled alone more often than not. I’m not one to take on companions like the Doctor does. It has become second nature, really. It works out better that way,” she said with a wave of her hand, the words not entirely truthful. “What about you? Do you normally travel alone?”
Donna followed before pulling Andromeda to her and kissing her softly. “You…are incredible. I could care less about white sand and pretty beaches, but you found it anyways.”
She couldn’t contain a giggle of excitement when Donna pulled her into her arms. She smiled against her lips, and when the other broke the kiss to speak, Andromeda grinned again. “I have one more surprise.” She pulled a small something from her pocket, and once she brought her hand up between the two of them she held up a ring.
"I finally picked out a proper ring for you. So now we both have one. If you would still like to marry me, that is. Not that I have any doubts."
Donna gasped softly and looked around. “Wh- It’s incredible….Earth?” she looked over at Andromeda. “This…. Oh my god. Yes. This is perfect.”
"Yes, it’s Earth. One of the Caribbean Islands. I can’t remember what it’s called right now—I’ll figure it out later." She was ecstatic about Donna’s reaction. This was perfect. She took her by the hand and led her out onto the sand. "I looked for the whitest sand and prettiest beach I could find."
The tuxedo the Doctor wears has made two previous appearances,
first in "The Age of Steel"/"Rise of the Cybermen" and then again
in "The Lazarus Experiment". The Doctor tells Martha Jones that
bad things always seem to happen when he wears it.
Donna shook her head and laughed softly. She grabbed her sandals and put them on quickly. “Alright Tigger. What’s so important?”
Andromeda quickly grabbed Donna by the hand and pulled her impatiently to the TARDIS doors. “I was wondering what you thought about this as a possible location for the wedding?” she asked as she opened the doors.
"Hmph." I said, slightly pouting as navigated our way through. I didn’t mind the guidance, but considering that I was too pissed off to care helped that situation greatly. Oakdown’s roots run deep within my veins and that was proof. I glared at Meda as she gestured towards the ladder.
"It better,or else you’ll see just how much brother and I have in common" I say before making my way up the ladder. I didn’t mean the threat, of course, but my fuse had already burned down way too short.
Despite her small and explosive diversion, Andromeda could hear their pursuers getting closer. She pulled her pistol from her pocket and began to climb the ladder after Astria, her gun aimed in the direction she expected company to arrive from.
Andromeda was almost surprisingly calm in their current situation. Sure, it was a bit dangerous, but how many times had she fled the scene of an extraction in such a way? Most of the time she managed to escape just fine. But most of the time she didn’t have an angry Time Lady in tow, either. “If my memory and my psychic link to the TARDIS serves, she’s parked just off to the left of the opening on the street level.” She saw a flicker of movement and fired off several shots at the edge of the corridor to keep their pursuers at bay.
tHAT MOMENT WHERE YOU’RE READING A REPLY AND YOU JUST HAVE TO STOP FOR A SECOND IN AWE WONDERING HOW THE HELL YOU GOT SO LUCKY TO WRITE WITH SUCH AN AMAZING, TALENTED PERSON
"Alright, alright. Lets go then. I’m wearing my sandals so if my feet freeze it’s your fault."
"I guess you’ll just find out, eh?" she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. She bounced slightly, excited for Donna to get her shoes on so she could see the surprise.