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[The Doctor is in a relatively good mood, and it may have something to do with the fact that he's got one of his companions with him. This companion is a fluffy black cat named Mortimer, who is currently lapping up a saucer of milk. The Doctor shakes his head as he watches him.]

Dunno how you can stand the stuff. All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.

Suppose it's a good thing we restocked the kitchen, though. 'Course, it's gonna have to be restocked every couple of weeks now that we've got so many mouths to feed. [He doesn't sound overly frustrated by this, however. Quite the opposite, in fact.] Remember when it was just you and me? Blimey, seems like forever ago... [he trails off, brooding for a moment. Then he turns his attention to Mortimer again, since the cat is demanding it by plopping down onto Nine's lap.]

Speaking of new companions, d'you think we ought to get another cat? Seems like you could use a feline friend, and maybe one who's mum won't try to claw me to death. No more domestics for me, thanks!

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If implications were grounds for allegations, the face of Gallifrey would be a very different one.

[eloquently] Shut up, Brax.

[Braxiatel - wait for it, wait for it - reaches out to ruffle what hair the Doctor has] Sulking has never been any good for catching the attention of human women, Thete.

[asdflkj. Have a glaaaare, Brax. Like a cat who just got petted the wrong way.] Stop that! And what've human women got to do with anything?

I don't know, but you certainly can't seem to get enough of them.

[frowns] I've only got one travelling with me at the mo'. ...'Course, Dorothy's not exactly human, technically speaking. Jack's human, but he's a 51st century bloke.

And Omega is Gallifreyan.

[the Doctor has another beer, and pretends Brax didn't just bring up Omega again] So's Straxus. Hasn't started travelling with me yet, though. [he sounds rather disappointed about that :(]

What is it with your interest in Straxus? He's a cut above the rest, I'll admit, and much improved since I knew him in the Capitol, but he's hardly the Gallifreyan I'd choose to run off with. Damon is a much better choice, if you have to start collecting them.

[ffff] I'm not running off with Straxus, I just -- hang on, Damon's here?

Did I say that? I just suggested an alternate choice.

Didn't even know you knew Damon, much less thought that highly of him. ...If he's here, though...I'm not sure I want him to meet me.

Thete, far be it for me to try to suggest you be reasonable, but this is a happy opportunity to be with your own kind again. [He can't help but smile at the irony of what he is about to say.] I don't want our time to be overshadowed by the future.

[The Doctor smiles wryly at the irony too, but shakes his head] Damon looks up to me, Brax. I don't want him seeing how I'll become.

[Watching the Doctor, something occurs to Braxiatel. He leans forward.]

Doctor. Did you expect to survive what you did to end the War?

[the Doctor suddenly looks incredibly awkward] Does it matter?

Yes, Doctor. It does.

Why? [he sounds genuinely confused here]

[mildly] It means you can't harass me about trying to have Hulzarrian carp for dinner.

[That's what he says, but what he means is that he understands. That he has nearly done the same. That only the Doctor's intervention stopped him.]

[The Doctor nods, catching Brax's meaning and looking haunted...remembering his last regeneration.] I explained the War to a particularly stupid ape once, and he pointed out the fact that I survived. Told him it wasn't by choice.

Humans are... young. They have a different sense of perspective.

Of course, some of them are simply idiots. A lot like some Gallifreyans that way.

[darkly] He was keeping a museum of alien artefacts. Anything he didn't understand, he locked it all up underground, and used what he did understand for money. And d'you know what he did when he found out I was the last of my kind?

He tried to collect you as well. [Braxiatel takes a sip from his drink, eyebrows raised.] I know the type.

[nods] Sort of. But that wasn't even the stupidest bit. I wasn't the only alien they were keeping down there. They'd been trying to torture information out of the creature, but it only responded when they shoved me in a room with it...[he still remembers the complete fear and panic that had overwhelmed him then, and he shuts his eyes briefly]