Fic: Temporarily Ordinary
Nov. 15th, 2009 01:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Look, I finished a fic! It's just a drabble, but this is still cause for rejoicing.
Title: Temporarily Ordinary
Author:
tardis_stowaway
Character(s): Donna Noble
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Word Count: 100 in Microsoft Word
Summary: Another day, another universe. Donna Noble after JE.
Author's note: Many thanks to
wendymr, beta extraordinaire!
Title: Temporarily Ordinary
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Character(s): Donna Noble
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Word Count: 100 in Microsoft Word
Summary: Another day, another universe. Donna Noble after JE.
Author's note: Many thanks to
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Another day, another universe. You’re a temp, nomad of the working world. Today, marketing firm. Tomorrow, university library.
Yesterday, saving the universe. Not that you remember that.
Crossing between worlds is easy as crossing the street; either one can kill. You knew that once. You knew almost everything. Now you sense possibilities like flickers of movement behind you, always gone when you turn around. The Earth is not banging and whimpering its way to hell any more. Your stuttering sweetheart is gone.
One day, you remember that this cubicle world is equally temporary. You leave, and you take the stapler.
Another day, another universe. You’re a temp, nomad of the working world. Today, marketing firm. Tomorrow, university library.
Yesterday, saving the universe. Not that you remember that.
Crossing between worlds is easy as crossing the street; either one can kill. You knew that once. You knew almost everything. Now you sense possibilities like flickers of movement behind you, always gone when you turn around. The Earth is not banging and whimpering its way to hell any more. Your stuttering sweetheart is gone.
One day, you remember that this cubicle world is equally temporary. You leave, and you take the stapler.
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