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Fic Tennis - Sixteenth Match (Part 2)

Here Jamie and I are, doing what we do best – writing so many words about the Doctor and Rose, we have to break it up into another post. Part 1 of the ongoing match, in case you need to catch up. Savior “fic tennis” to avoid further angst: 

“No,” Rose says, definitively – she’s been thinking about this quite a bit, all the way in to the office this morning. “The Doctor will wander back when he’s done doing – whatever it is he’s doing. We’ve got Vupitox and UNIT to manage. Colonel Ford is going to be on-site before noon. Let’s get all our ducks – well, all our Vupitox larvae – in a row.”

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