Sequel to Part Human
A Doctor Who fanfic
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Also being posted on Teaspoon and AO3
That evening, the heat wave finally broke. Rain came down in sheets, dropping the ambient temperature by five degrees in the first few minutes of the storm. Half an hour in, it was fifteen degrees cooler than it had been that afternoon, and the rain showed no sign of abating.
The drive from the Hub back to the farmhouse was silent, the only sounds being the thwap thwap thwap of the windshield wipers, the steady tapping of rain on the roof of Rose’s car and the impatient drumming of the Doctor’s fingers on the arm rest of the passenger side door. Despite his jovial attitude in front of the others earlier, she could tell he was livid, in that quiet, deadly way he got. Oh, she knew he wasn’t angry with her but at the situation. Injustice of any sort made him furious. And to top it off, her stepdad was insisting, albeit covertly, that they not go back and help sort whatever was going on.
And what was worse, for him at any rate, was that he knew she was right. They couldn’t just run off to London and solve whatever problems were there. They needed more information. They needed a direction. They needed a plan. And until they had one, they were stuck.
I was going to post this next week, but I was reminded last night that today is TenToo’s birthday, and the only response I could have is to post an additional chapter. Sorry it’s not fluffy, but it’s all I’ve got.