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.

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[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?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[cue confused expression]

I'm sorry?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You don't like my suits. You prefer your own. Not the blue one, of course.

But a trunk with 'Saxon' on it, that was true. And very very strange, because I don't keep my clothing in trunks, do I? Certainly not here out on the Plane.

[takes a half step to the side, in towards the Doctor]

Stealing my wife's clothing, hmm. I wonder why you'd be up to that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Lucy's clothes were in there? Well, would've been a waste of my time. I don't travel with companions who like beige.

[makes a face]

And I like my blue suit. Just not with the red shirt.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Except when you take them ice skating, apparently.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[crosses arms again]

Are you implying that I'm stealing Lucy's clothing for my new and ever-so-secret companion?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[rests an arm on the Doctor's shoulder]

You know exactly what I'm implying. The only 'stupid' you can play against me is that you're an idiot to think you can decieve me.

[little does the Master realise...]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyes the hand, raises an eyebrow]

Right, then, enlighten me. What am I doing?