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My New Whovian Mom
Christy woke up to the sound of the French Taunter from Monty Python yelling at her. Mom was calling.
She found the phone. It was 5:45pm, she would be waking up in 10 minutes anyway. She took the call from under the covers.
“Oh hi honey,” Norma said. “Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah but I was just about to get up anyway.” Christy dragged her body into a sitting position. “What’s up, Mom?”
“Well I was just calling to say WHAT THE HELL?!?!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
Norma huffed and then launched her tirade.
“He just LEFT her in that alternate dimension! They went through all that stuff with the Cybermen and after everything he had to leave her. And he didn’t get to say it! He never got to say that he loved her! That’s is a load of crap. I need to find the people who make this show and have a few words with
Fledgling Whovian - update
It had been almost 2 months since Sarah had finished season 2. There had been a lot going on to distract her, Supernatural and myriad of other shows started back up, her job was overloading her again, she had a wedding to plan, etc, etc.
Christy had encouraged and gently prodded. It took some work getting Sarah through season 1 but season 2 worked like a charm. Christy also knew she must remain vigilant. Season 3 was looming. Season 3 contained key episodes and information but even to Christy (bouncing, raving Whovian that she was) it was her least favorite season. There was the whole thing/not thing with Martha and the Doctor, still trying to get over the loss of Rose, and as important as the Master was; Christy hated that bastard, etc.
So Christy kept Sarah going by listening to Sarah’s concerns and complaints. She answered questions as best she could without giving any spoilers. She continually promised awesomeness on the horizon.
It was about an hour before Christy wa
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