Date: 2009-02-16 07:20 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (Default)
She didn't realise she'd been holding her breath when he answers.

"Come along then, Doctor Livingston, and let's see if we can't do something about that."

She pushes back her chair and stands, considering offering her hand. No, once rejected is enough she thinks. She'll stand on this small victory.

She waits for him to rise before heading toward her door. The view on the other side is a wood panelled hallway, with marble floors and light coming from somewhere far above. Sunlight.

"My office is just this way. I still have the portal mounted from when I first discovered the place."
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

hell_in_highheels: (Default)
River Song

November 2009

S M T W T F S
1234567
8 91011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930     

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 14th, 2025 09:55 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios