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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he takes a step forward then backwards then forwards again, looking at the space above him and around him, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tries to take in what he's seeing.]

What is this?  Wha-

[he stops as he notices what's below him as well.  he kneels down, touching and studying the universe below his feet]

That's just brilliant.  That's just absolutely unbelievably brilliant.  The stars, galaxies, nebulas all right at my feet.  It's gorgeous.  Gorgeous and impossible.

[pauses for a moment and then he shoots back up to his feet, spinning around again]

Hello.  Is there anyone there?  Anyone?  Anyone at all?

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The point is choice. Your choice. Do you want that or not?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Of course I do.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then choose.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

If I have to [considers for a moment, then chooses an old standby] John Smith, I suppose.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Eugh.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

...Eugh? Was that really necessary?

[Rolls his eyes]

What would you have me call myself?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's so bland. And kind of pathetic. At least the other one uses 'John Noble.'

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Bland and pathetic!

[Trying not to get bothered. He isn't bovvered, he isn't bovvered.]

I seem to recall you walking around as Dr. John Smith for a short while. And 'Harold Saxon'? How much more pompous can you get?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall the Doctor fixing up that little charade for me, so I don't think 'Dr John Smith' counts for much of anything. As for Harold Saxon, I like it! I think it's catchy.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Catchy? It sounds like the stuffy boss in some poorly written Hugh Grant film.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't be bitter just because I have one.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

John Smith is a name.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not your name.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You don't know that. There's absolutely no reason it couldn't be my name.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm sure your mind is supplying a few right this moment.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you're wrong.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not fooling anyone, Handy-hand.

I did so miss you.

[and he lifts a hand to pat the Doctor on the cheek]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Backs away quickly, nearly tripping over his feet]

...I...I don't know what you're on about.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[laughs and claps his hand]

You know what, John? I've changed my mind. It will be so much fun to have another one of you around!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He opens his mouth to say something in reply, but can't find any words. So he studies the ground. Lucky for him the ground is the Plane, so it's a little more distracting than cement or dirt or carpet.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master circles his prey]

Ohh, come on, we've had fun times together, haven't we? And it was so good of you to supply that genetic code I needed to play with the Doctor's biology.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He watches the Master circling. Suddenly feeling very trapped and exposed.]

...I don't even...you...I'm not...

[Can't think of anything to say back. So his eyes shift away from the Master. The stars below are very shiny.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[softly]

John. Doctor. Look at me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Reluctantly looks up]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good.

[one step in]

You've been well, of course? It can't be easy adjusting. It's not like regeneration, after all.