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[Guess who's back?

That's right, the Doctor is on the Plane, in a slightly drugged haze. He's holding the cup of tea that the Twins gave him after he woke up on their lab table, but he's not really drinking much of it. He's too absorbed in trying to process everything that had just happened to him. Namely the fact that Omega had finally killed him off -- not that the Doctor really blamed him. He'd expected it, even though his Founder had saved his life twice before. He deserved it, for destroying everything Omega had worked to create instead of saving it.

Except Omega hasn't killed him, not really...he's still alive. Sans regeneration, apparently, which is a concept he doesn't how to deal with at all. So he sits on the ground, staring into his tea, and burying himself (no pun intended) into his thoughts. He only vaguely realises that he's still in the forest, near the silver Kadenwood tree where he died.]

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[frowns] I don't want him staying away, Dorothy.

[she looks out into the rest of the forest, frowning a little] Yeah, well we can't always get what we want.

[his own frown deepens] What d'you mean?

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[there's a pause where she rubs her neck]

We had a talk.

...What did you say to him?

I told him he wasn't welcome around me anymore.

[among other things. A lie of omission isn't technically a lie!]

That's gonna be a bit difficult when you're both in my TARDIS.

...not that difficult.

[dorothy.]

[crosses his arms, just waiting for a full explanation]

...I put a curse on him. [muttering] Not half of what he deserves.

[flatly -- he caught that, Dorothy] What sort of curse?

Just a little one. More of a warning than anything else.

[someone is being purposely vague here, Doctor.]

Tell me, Dorothy. [srs Doktar is srs]

He can't come near us. Physically. It'll be as uncomfortable for him physically as it is for us figuratively.

[a pause] ...It's not permanent. I just wanted to give us time to talk about it. About what we're gonna do about him. [this, Doctor, is enthusiastically NOT an apology, more an assurance that she's being careful.]

[now he's ~~sulking~~ angry...it doesn't matter that it isn't permanent] We're not going to do anything. Take it off.

[giving him a Look.] He killed you. If we do nothing, he'll do it again. To more people, maybe even me! Now you might be okay with that, but I'm sure as heck not.

[have a Look right back...the fact that she would even think he'd be okay with that hurts] He won't. Just cause he killed me doesn't make him a murderer. But I can't figure out why he did it if you won't let me near him.

[she holds up three fingers and counts off on them as she makes her points]

He might, actually it does, and isn't that what they invented the phone for?

[just shakes his head] You know it doesn't work that way. Give me the chance to prove he doesn't deserve it. That I don't deserve it. [because Omega being away hurts him, too]

[frowning, she rises up on her knees a little-- she's actually a little angry about this!] How many times has he threatened my life? How about both our lives? Over nothing at all! All I've done is take a precaution, a small, harmless little precaution, to protect you! To protect us.

[she sits back, deflated] I don't understand. I'm just trying to help you.

[sighs] I know. And I'd never let him hurt you, Dorothy. But he's important to me too. Not being able to see him hurts more than it helps.

[she stares at him for a few moments, thinking. finally she blinks]

Fine. If he comes after you, after me? That's on you. [she shifts her seat, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them, looking out into the forest]

Hope you can live with that.

[nods] I always do.

[he hesitantly wraps an arm around her shoulders, half expecting her to shove him off] I'm sorry, Dorothy.

[she pats his hand gently, but absently]

No, you're not. But thanks for sayin' it.

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