"Twin Flames; Two souls that are always meant to be together. Sometimes it takes time, sometimes it takes a parallel universe, but the thing about twin flames is that nothing can keep them apart. They are a magic unto themselves and together, they l...
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Raelle watched, leaning against the doorframe, the Doctor asleep in bed, in blue pin striped pyjamas and a navy dressing gown. Rose sat next to him, worryingly peering down on him to make sure he doesn't suddenly drop dead.
"Here we go." Her mum entered the room, carrying a stethoscope. "Tina the cleaner's got this lodger, a medical student, and she was fast asleep, so I just took it. Though I still say we should take him to hospital."
"We can't. They'd lock him up. They'd dissect him. One bottle of his blood could change the future of the human race. No! Shush!" Rose snapped, using the stethoscope to check his heart. "Both Working"
"What do you mean, both?" Raelle queried.
"Well, he's got two hearts."
"Oh, don't be stupid." Their mum patronised.
"Mum, he's an alien who can time travel across space. Wouldn't be the biggest surprise if he had 2 hearts, would it?" Raelle exhaled, criticising their mum.Rose looked at her younger sister gratefully, a small smile on her face.
"Anything else he's got two of?"
"Leave him alone" Rose huffed, storming out of the room towards the kitchen, Jackie following en suit. Raelle watched the man, peacefully sleeping, wondering what caused him to collapse. Rose had explained briefly he had changed, bright yellow energy engulfing him, emerging a completely different face. Raelle felt sorry for her sister, she truly did, she had grown so attached to the 'previous' doctor and was having a hard time adjusting. Their mum's nagging definitely didn't help. She left, listening in on her mum and Rose's bickering, collapsing down on the sofa.
"Is that Harriet Jones?" Rose asked, walking into the living room to sit beside her sister. Harriet Jones was giving a press conference on TV, about a space project commencing. "Why's she on the telly?"
"She's Prime Minister now. I'm eighteen quid a week better off. They're calling it Britain's Golden Age. I keep on saying my Rose has met her." Jackie babbled, admiring the TV.
"Did more than that. Stopped World War Three with her. Harriet Jones." Rose smiled, fondly remembering their run in with the Slitheen.
"It always amazes me what you manage to get up to" Raelle admired her sister, snuggling into her side, all 3 watching the TV.
REPORTER: 'Prime Minister, what about those calling the Guinevere One Space Probe a waste of money?'
HARRIET: Now, that's where you're wrong. I completely disagree if you don't mind. The Guinevere One Space Probe represents this country's limitless ambition. British workmanship sailing up there among the stars.
LLEWELLYN: This is the spirit of Christmas, birth and rejoicing, and the dawn of a new age, and that is what we're achieving fifteen million miles away. Our very own miracle.
The unmanned probe Guinevere One is about to make it's final descent. Photographs of the Martian Landscape should be received by midnight tonight.
