See, normally I spare you my musings, but I'm a bit bored

The main reading room of our library is a double height space with a gallery around the outside, supported by columns underneath. I just watched someone walk along behind the columns on this level while someone walked along the gallery above at exactly the same pace.

The whole thing gave the odd impression that the girl above was a human-shaped balloon being towed along by the guy below.

Fic: Ways we are Altered (Doctor Who; Jack, Martha; PG/Gen)

I'm posting this quickly, before I can change my mind, faff with it some more and decide it sucks after all. Also, the last full-length Whoniverse fic I finished was last year's Big Bang, and I need to get back on the wagon. Or something. Also, this is noticeably not drabbles written from prompts *looks shifty* They're coming...

Unbeta'd, post-script to Last of the Time Lords, because if I wasn't a Genficcer, I think I'd probably be a Jack/Martha shipper.

Title: Ways we are Altered
Rating: PG/Gen
Words: ~1,680
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords

Summary: Martha looked a little lost, surrounded by the belongings of a nine hundred year old pack-rat.

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