DIY Sheep versus Doctor Who and everybody else

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I am such a girl...

She was crying incoherently. Pummeling his chest as she screamed hysterically. He just stood there taking the abuse, looking over her shoulder. Eventually she calmed down, her hands clawing at the wool, twisting and pulling it out of shape as she buried her face in the soft wooly question marks.


He knew what he had to do. It would be hard. It was not something he was accustomed to doing. He felt ashamed: he knew that part of him wanted to do it, longed to do it. But another part told him that if he did it, if he went down that road, he would never stop.


He took a deep breath and made his decision.


He reached out with trembling arms.


And very slowly he hugged Ace close to him, rocked her gently and told her that it would be all right.