Thirteen and Evelyn: The Floodgates
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“That’s fair. That’s a fair hit.”
“I have been fairly in and out lately. Scarcely seen you for two whole lives. Never was good at keeping in touch.”
“But I’m here now. Does that at least count for… somethin’?”
Evelyn sighed and slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Wisteria’s feeble excuse for winter winds kicked up a swath of brown leaves, carrying it down the road as she watched.
She didn’t want to devolve into a brooding resentment, not in general and certainly not around the Doctor. When the penny had dropped, the timelines had evened out (or whatever it was that had made things so wonky at first, she honestly didn’t understand much of this stuff at all) and she had realized that the high-spirited blonde woman with the oddball fashion sense who had offered her eager assistance in tracking down Evelyn’s lost cat was her old friend the Doctor, it had been something of a shock.
Things had almost started getting back to normal. As normal as they could be for Evelyn.
“It... does. I mean, of course it does. I’m not angry with you, Doctor. I just... sometimes I wonder if you know the effect you have on people. How you’re just this... this huge catalyst for change in our lives. You swoop in, and suddenly everything’s different, and then you’re gone again, and yes, some of us may tag along for awhile, but in the end we all fall away back to Earth and--” She shrugged. “We have to find a way to put the pieces of our lives back together again. If that’s even possible.”
