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sarah531:

A fic I’ve been mulling over since The Doctor Falls aired. One of those strange, sad little affairs told from the perspective of a not-so-great person

or, “Bill heads ‘home’ to her foster mother after meeting Heather again.”

[warnings: homophobia, unsupportive parental figures, ….nothing you couldn’t have guessed about the Bill and Moira relationship from the show though?]

[Also, this has no title yet.]

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One quiet Saturday morning, Moira was sleeping in when the noise of the front door woke her. It was Bill. Bill being just plain inconsiderate, Moira thought, but she put on her dressing gown and went to see if she was all right. Bill didn’t usually come back to the house in the mornings. She was almost always out, as if she didn’t like being there at all unless she had to.

Moira found her rummaging about in a drawer, looking for something.

“You alright?”

Bill jumped and turned around and stared at her. She stared like she hadn’t laid eyes on her in years. That was ridiculous, of course, they’d seen such other just a few days ago, but – something had changed. Something big.

“Oh god, what is it? I know that look. Your mum had that look. What’s happened to you?”

Bill opened her mouth and closed it again and a million awful concepts ran through Moira’s head. “Bill, answer me, are you all right?”

“I’m fine!” Bill said, far too quickly. “Honestly, I’m…I’m totally fine.” But her sleeve was wet, as if she’d been crying. “Um. You remember the Doctor? That nice old man who was my teacher, my friend? He died. He died last night.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” That explained why she was so completely out of sorts, then. But it didn’t explain a few other things, it didn’t explain the backpack Moira had just noticed open on the floor…

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Still can’t think of a good title for this, dangit