One minute Logan Kelly had been living with his Doctor Who obsessed flatmate in Cork, the next he was in a London hospital in 2007, face to face with Martha Jones and a weirdly flirtatious Doctor.
Or
The Doctor desperately tries to woo his soulmate...
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"—on't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead." Logan rolled his eyes as he was greeted by the familiar voice of the David Tennant as soon as he got home from work. He set down his keys and shrugged off his coat before walking towards the sitting room. It was all dark except for the Tv screen that was softly illuminating the small room.
Logan's flatmate, Alma was splayed on the sofa, switched off phone in one hand, remote control in the other. Half a cup of forgotten tea that had gone cold was balanced on the armrest of the settee and she was fast asleep, Doctor Who still playing on the telly. Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. 10:48 PM.
Logan huffed as he quietly walked over to her. He took the cup of tea and pulled the remote from out of her grip. "—don't look away, and don't blink! Good l—"
"Shut up.." He grumpily mumbled as he switched off the Tv, plunging the room into darkness. Logan tiptoed to the kitchen and quickly tipped out the remaining tea and rinsed the mug, which he'd soon realised was one of her many Doctor Who themed ones. He made himself some cereal and scrolled through his Tiktok feed for around 10 minutes before he was done.
Logan didn't want to have to wake Alma so he just covered her with a blanket and headed to bed. He got changed into his pjs, set an alarm so he'd be up for work on time and then he promptly dived into bed, falling asleep almost immediately...
...Narrowly missing the bright gold light that enveloped him as soon as he shut his eyes.
