Drabble: Only Sorta Lost
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milievaTitle: Only Sorta Lost
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Not all missing things are lost, sometimes they were just borrowed… without permission.
Author’s Note: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladymalchav who prompted me for my drabble meme. The prompt is the last word of this little story. I think saying the word would ruin the silliness. I hope you enjoy it.
The first time it happened, she just assumed she’d misplaced it. It was a big ship. Things could get lost more easily than they could be found. Given it had magically appeared in the wrong drawer later that day, it had to have been her fault.
The second time, she was beginning to wonder, but just assumed it was somewhere so obvious she’d simply overlooked it, again. It was annoying, but not the end of the world.
The third time, she hadn’t even been looking for it when she found it, in the last place she expected.
.:*:.
He was singing to himself. His voice echoed through the hallways, merrily bouncing from wall to wall until Rose couldn’t help but follow it. She had a feeling he wanted her to come because he never sang that loudly when he wanted to be alone.
Rounding the nearest corner, she was surprised by what she found.
The Doctor was standing in front of the mirror in a tiny little bathroom not terribly far from her own bedroom. He was quite focused on his reflection as his hands deftly moved over his hair, giving it that expertly ruffled look.
Gripped firmly in his right hand was the one item which kept disappearing from her room.
Crossing her arms and trying her best to feign irritation, when all she really wanted to do was laugh, Rose prepared herself for the ridiculous explanation that was going to follow her question.
“Why, exactly, are you using my hairbrush?”
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Not all missing things are lost, sometimes they were just borrowed… without permission.
Author’s Note: This was written for
ladymalchav who prompted me for my drabble meme. The prompt is the last word of this little story. I think saying the word would ruin the silliness. I hope you enjoy it.The first time it happened, she just assumed she’d misplaced it. It was a big ship. Things could get lost more easily than they could be found. Given it had magically appeared in the wrong drawer later that day, it had to have been her fault.
The second time, she was beginning to wonder, but just assumed it was somewhere so obvious she’d simply overlooked it, again. It was annoying, but not the end of the world.
The third time, she hadn’t even been looking for it when she found it, in the last place she expected.
He was singing to himself. His voice echoed through the hallways, merrily bouncing from wall to wall until Rose couldn’t help but follow it. She had a feeling he wanted her to come because he never sang that loudly when he wanted to be alone.
Rounding the nearest corner, she was surprised by what she found.
The Doctor was standing in front of the mirror in a tiny little bathroom not terribly far from her own bedroom. He was quite focused on his reflection as his hands deftly moved over his hair, giving it that expertly ruffled look.
Gripped firmly in his right hand was the one item which kept disappearing from her room.
Crossing her arms and trying her best to feign irritation, when all she really wanted to do was laugh, Rose prepared herself for the ridiculous explanation that was going to follow her question.
“Why, exactly, are you using my hairbrush?”
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