[RL - Haruhi, open to Jenny and Donna to jump in~ - This was unexpected, what do we do now?]

[timey_wimey]

[The Doctor ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the corridors of the TARDIS, panting in his hurry to get to Haruhi. Omega, he was so worried about her. As if Lockon wasn't enough - enough for all of them - Haruhi was still sick, and all this stress couldn't be good for her fighting off the infection that was still stubbornly clinging to her system. That sound... that hadn't sounded good.

Damn it. He wished this would stop happening. Or at least stop happening all at once. Haruhi could yell at him or cling to him, whatever, but he was sick of seeing her so sad. That was happening far too often lately.

He tore around the last corner and burst into her room, wild-eyed.]

Haruhi?

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[timey_wimey]

You know, the divorce rate in the 21st century probably begs to differ.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[she's looking seriously sad now]

[timey_wimey]

[He sobers up a little, looking serious] Haruhi... marriage is just a symbol, it doesn't mean anything if you don't want it to. So if it's only a symbol, me and Donna don't need to get married, do we?

[Pause] Besides, after the way we met, I doubt she'd want to marry me.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

I want it to mean something. I want us to be together forever, as a family. A real family.

[sniffles slightly] What does that mean.

[timey_wimey]

Family isn't a set thing, it's what you feel about the people in it that counts.

Oh, didn't she tell you? The first time we met it was because the TARDIS plucked her out of her wedding.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

...[sniffles again and coughs, someone needs snuggles >:]

But she's not married.

[timey_wimey]

[Settles into a position where he can cuddle her easily while he tells her the story]

Well... to cut a long story short, her husband-to-be was working with the aliens. Nasty piece of work really, in the end. Don't tell Donna I told you.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[cheers up a little at the cuddles and rests her head against his chest]

Why can't I know?

[timey_wimey]

It's not my story to tell. It's a bit personal really. Stories like that always are.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

...I'm glad she didn't marry him.

[timey_wimey]

So am I. Like I said, nasty piece of work.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

Did she cry?

[timey_wimey]

I don't know. There wasn't really enough time, at the time.

... She gave him one hell of an earful, though.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

...But if she married you, you'd never treat her bad.

[timey_wimey]

Well, no, of course I wouldn't. But me and Donna are just really good friends, that's all.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

Can't you be married and be good friends?

[timey_wimey]

You'd have to see what Donna has to say about that.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[pouts and pulls a pillow over her face]

[timey_wimey]

[Prods her] Yes, that's right, you. Bedtime.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[pulls the pillow down]

Not tired.

[timey_wimey]

Yes you are~

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

You're tired too.

[timey_wimey]

...

Yeah. That's true. [Pause] I'll sleep if you will.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Deal.

[timey_wimey]

Alright then. [Lies down properly]