A Doctor Who ficlet-thingy...

[Angelina Johnson]

I wrote a ficlet.
It's based on this picture.



Martha can feel his eyes on her again. He seems to do that often - she'll glance up, towards the door or the clock, and he will be looking at her. Usually, it's just awkward. They'll share a half smile, or he'll nod in recognition, and they go back to their work like nothing even happened. And it happens more often than is normal, really, for two coworkers who share an office with a handful of other people. It's a tiny office, really, just big enough for the six of them - although at the moment it's five and an empty desk - but the separated arrangement of the room is practically designed for avoiding the gazes of other people. Yet somehow, they always catch each other's eye.

He's an odd looking guy, Martha thinks, smiling and nodding absently as she doodles on her jotter, only half listening to the person on the other end of the phone. Hair much more floppy than normal, a rather strange face, and yet she's attracted to him in a way she can't explain. It's almost as if she knows him, although she'd never met him before he started this job, only two days ago. And the strangest part was, the way he looked at her - it was like he knew her too. She tried, even when catching his gaze, to avoid looking in his eyes. She felt like she could get lost in them, in their intense depth and age; like that would begin again something once lost and forgotten which should never be revisited. But that would be stupid, she concludes. She's never met the man before. How could she know him, and how could he know her?

[Molly Prewett]

God those glasses.... UNF.

Also, I love this, but you already knew that.