08; I told ya I was trouble [yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Have a Doctor. He's been, uh, indisposed the last few days on the TARDIS and no force in this universe could have him tell you why. As it is, he's wandering around, poking at some of the items left on the plane.]

Not it. Not it. Blimey, this place is starting to look like a dormitory common room.

[he finally finds a trunk he was looking for and turns it over.]

Right, well, that wasn't so hard.

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why are you doing a 32nd century crossword, you idiot?

And which dialect are they using? That changes everything.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Simerian dialect.

And I was just in the 32nd century. Picked it up from a shop, haven't had a chance to finish it. We all need idle hobbies. Mine just don't involve killing people.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then it's chit, using the little half-circle thing for the affricate. They introduced that mid 31st century.

Were you, now? I hope you enjoyed yourself there.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Right, that fits there. Not sure why they try to make the crossword so complicated while the Sodoku is so easy.

[hmmm?] Oh, well, it was all right. Went ice skating.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

To entertain you, Doctor.

Alone?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Obviously. Frustrating thing.

[looks over the rim of his glasses. Then, deadpan:]

I brought the President of the Monans. Figured we could reminisce.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stretches a leg out to kick him in the knees]

Don't even try it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[moves his knees aside and shoots him a Very Unimpressed With That Nonsense Look]

Well, sorry I can't react every time you decide to mock me traveling alone.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Who says I was mocking you? Maybe I'm just curious.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Because you care.

[snort]

Yes, I was alone.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Liar.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You're admitting you don't care?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm noting that you weren't alone.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Again! Mocking me!

You've got your happy family back at the TARDIS, but I don't. I have to go on alone.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Boo-hoo, Last of the Time Lords, terrible burden, blah blah blah. Shut up and stop whining, you moron. You're not alone and all your suffering is pain that you bring on yourself.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Right, because through it all, I still have you.

Wait, no. Nope, sorry. My universe you won.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[another attempted kick]

No, stupid, but because if you choose to have a travelling companion, then a companion is what you'll have. Isolation is something you've condemned yourself to.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[avoids again]

How old are you? Two hundred? Stop that!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And how old are you? Fifteen? You should write wrist-slasher poetry, call yourself 'indie,' and start a band in 2006.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Right, this conversation is over. Get off that trunk! I've got to go.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No. You know what? I rather like it. I think I'll keep it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Fine. Fine!

Fight over everything with you, you can win and have the trunk.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good!

[disappears with it, and reappears, standing - without it]

There we go! Now, that was some mighty-easy foiling, wasn't it? I should foil you more often. It's funny to see your response.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, you haven't foiled me all that much.

After all, that trunk was labeled "Saxon". I was aiming for a few of your suit jackets.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles and takes a step in]

You just can't be honest, can you?