20; This is the life you see [the devil tips his hat to me]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[And here's a Doctor. He arrives on the Plane in his clean blue suit, looking more than a little satisfied with the world. Things have gone fairly well in his great plan (tentatively named: "Not Dying", though possibly to be renamed at some later date.]

[Rather than arriving on the Plane with his usual lab supplies or experiments, he's arrived with a checklist and a box full of dusty holiday brochures for a variety of planets and time periods.]

Predictions of my death have been grossly exaggerated, so it seems.

[for now, anyway]





[The Doctor has been canon-updated through Waters of Mars. Feedback is most appreciated.]

Comments

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Don't delude yourself. I don't love you at all.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I leave the delusions to you.

I think I'll go dancing, next. I wonder if River likes dancing.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[narrows her eyes] Maybe we'll get lucky and you'll break something trying.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Only hearts, Lucy. Only hearts.

[and he'll be hopping up and attempting to scoop Lucy into an impromptu waltz, because personal space what?]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and she's too stunned by the sudden shift in activity to stop him, following by rote for a while before she finally gets her thoughts together]

What do you think you're doing?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[this is a smug smiling Doctor] Dancing.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I don't recall my name being River.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, of course not. I intend to ask River to dance.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Yes, well you can stop dancing with me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

When are you going to learn that I don't take orders?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[shoves at him] When you learn it's perfectly acceptable for me to call my husband Harry.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[goes with the shove, but stays on his feet] Call him what you like, it's not his name. Just like you're not his wife, you're just a toy and you know it.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[now she's aiming a punch right toward that smug face of yours] I am not some toy, you bloody oaf!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[he's going to easily sidestep that punch, and try to catch her wrist]

[oh, and he's going to be as mocking as physically possible] Temper, temper.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she's grabbed and glares, tugging angrily]

Let go.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[grips a little tighter] Or you'll what? Struggle more?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

As a matter of fact, yes. [and does just that!] You know he won't let this go. You know he'll be angry so why won't you let me go?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you acknowledge that this is all about him.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[oh that just -- tries harder to break away] You call me his toy but that's all you're using me as, isn't it? You're a hypocrite.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Which is still better than being a toy.

[looks down at their hands] Do you want me to let you go?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No, it isn't. I won't be used.

Does it matter what I want?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

But you are. Willingly, every day.

Not particularly, but I want to know.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Harry doesn't use me!

Yes, I do.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What do you call it then?

Good to know. [doesn't let go]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Love.

[tugs again, though most of the fight is gone] You're being childish.