To Call Our Own (19-22 of 36)

Chapter Nineteen:  Concatenation

Martha stepped into Donna’s hand and the older woman boosted her up to the window. “Do you see anything?”

“Yeah,” Martha muttered. “It’s Rose. She looks unconscious. And he’s with her.”

Donna helped Martha back down to the ground. “Okay, there’s an open window in the room next door. If I boost you up high enough you should be able to pull yourself in. From there, well, I guess you’ll have to improvise.”

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To Call Our Own (19-22 of 36)

Chapter Nineteen:  Concatenation

Martha stepped into Donna’s hand and the older woman boosted her up to the window. “Do you see anything?”

“Yeah,” Martha muttered. “It’s Rose. She looks unconscious. And he’s with her.”

Donna helped Martha back down to the ground. “Okay, there’s an open window in the room next door. If I boost you up high enough you should be able to pull yourself in. From there, well, I guess you’ll have to improvise.”

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Dare to Discover (1/1)

A/N:  Set during chapter nineteen of To Call Our Own, Dare Tyler's thought on meeting Martha Jones 11 years too early.

Dare to Discover

The future’s not set, supposedly. But I’ve pretty much known all my life who I’m supposed to grow up and marry. It was prophesied before my birth. Well, I say prophesied, but really it was just my mum Rose, the Time Vortex, and that particular woman having a little glimpse of what the time lines had in store for me before I’d even been conceived.

Ridiculous, you say? Then you don’t know my family. We travel through time and space and generally make a mess of things or fix them, sometimes both, depending on who you ask and who happens to be the one messing or fixing at the time.

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Dare to Discover (1/1)

A/N:  Set during chapter nineteen of To Call Our Own, Dare Tyler's thought on meeting Martha Jones 11 years too early.

Dare to Discover

The future’s not set, supposedly. But I’ve pretty much known all my life who I’m supposed to grow up and marry. It was prophesied before my birth. Well, I say prophesied, but really it was just my mum Rose, the Time Vortex, and that particular woman having a little glimpse of what the time lines had in store for me before I’d even been conceived.

Ridiculous, you say? Then you don’t know my family. We travel through time and space and generally make a mess of things or fix them, sometimes both, depending on who you ask and who happens to be the one messing or fixing at the time.

( Read more... )