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makingsouffles[If one more person tries to tell her it's going to be okay, she's going to rip someone's head off.
There's no way of telling anyone on this planet that Oswin knows something's gone horribly wrong, apparently this is another one of those planets where telepaths and empaths are a bizarre anomaly. Which is probably why they can't explain why Oswin's spent the past four hours pacing the tram station like a caged tiger, even though she's been told already that rescue's gone off to fetch the passengers on the one that's broken down. Like she cares about that, it'll take them even longer to get to them.
She's too far away to communicate across their bond, but Oswin can still feel him there, feel his presence in her head constantly. And that something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Oswin's never felt anything like this before, this overwhelming terror that seems the farthest thing away she's felt from the Doctor's normal presence. She's never felt him this scared, this helpless, this utterly terrified, and it's a physical ache. Telepaths are normally the stronger of the two, the more aggressive, but right now, Oswin's just about ready to tear through whatever she needs to in order to get back to the Doctor's side.
And she does, sort of. She might be small, but Oswin rips right through the gathering crowd like a girl possessed when the rescue vehicle finally arrives, shoving people aside without a care. Finally, finally, after an amount of time that seems longer than all those hours she spent waiting, Oswin launchs herself into the Doctor's arms clinging fiercely to him without even a spare thought towards who might be watching.
She doesn't speak, not yet. She just lets their bond do the talking for now. That'll come later.]
There's no way of telling anyone on this planet that Oswin knows something's gone horribly wrong, apparently this is another one of those planets where telepaths and empaths are a bizarre anomaly. Which is probably why they can't explain why Oswin's spent the past four hours pacing the tram station like a caged tiger, even though she's been told already that rescue's gone off to fetch the passengers on the one that's broken down. Like she cares about that, it'll take them even longer to get to them.
She's too far away to communicate across their bond, but Oswin can still feel him there, feel his presence in her head constantly. And that something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Oswin's never felt anything like this before, this overwhelming terror that seems the farthest thing away she's felt from the Doctor's normal presence. She's never felt him this scared, this helpless, this utterly terrified, and it's a physical ache. Telepaths are normally the stronger of the two, the more aggressive, but right now, Oswin's just about ready to tear through whatever she needs to in order to get back to the Doctor's side.
And she does, sort of. She might be small, but Oswin rips right through the gathering crowd like a girl possessed when the rescue vehicle finally arrives, shoving people aside without a care. Finally, finally, after an amount of time that seems longer than all those hours she spent waiting, Oswin launchs herself into the Doctor's arms clinging fiercely to him without even a spare thought towards who might be watching.
She doesn't speak, not yet. She just lets their bond do the talking for now. That'll come later.]
