dear_mun | So many spoilers in here.

So you finally got around to posting then. You sat there and swore blind you wouldn't. You said you'd just tag a few people and that would be it. And that lasted, oh, all of ten minutes. Quite the feat for you I must say.

That wasn't an insult, that was a compliment. Try to keep up.

Anyway between dickie-bow, sandshoes and stripescarf, you have your hands full tagging those. There is also no point trying to figure out exactly what happened to Gallifrey. Either it failed and things are the way they are, or it was successful. And if it was successful, then that means it has always been that way. Well of course it's complicated. That's what happens when we can't remember things.

Should anyone be feeling the need to say the words "timey-wimey" about now, you're best advised to mature and stop saying it.

Either way my job is done. There'll be an uproar for a while, but even the loudest noises dull once your ears adjust. No, I didn't just make that up. What kind of a fool do you take me for?

And there's no point looking for a "game" when you know full well the majority do not take spoilery characters for at least a week or so. That would give you time to fill in an application, but I get the feeling you'll not be taking advantage of that when you can leave it until the last moment and have a crisis over it. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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You mean the good Queen Elizabeth?

That's because you don't know proper beard ettiquette. Wasting good biscuits like that, tsk.

Why the obsession with ginger?

No, no, certainly not. Bless her, but no. Still undecided whether that wasn't actually the Zygon. Stripey should surely have paid more attention to everything.

I was not wasting them, I ate them. Most of them. [Produces a package from his pocket suddenly.] You want some?

It's obvious! We've had everything else. Ginger companions, too. Why not a ginger Doctor?

Ginger? Why so set on ginger?

As I said. Obvious! Ginger's are cool. Nothing better than a sassy ginger! [That sounded much better and less weird in his head.]

Oh yes, just like bow ties and a fez is cool? They're really not, you know.

... Jenny. [Have a crestfallen looking dad.]

[Sorry dad, but she's just being honest here.]

Sorry dad, but someone had to tell you.

But ... they are cool. I've had children trust me, just because of the bow tie! Well, not just, but ... You know what I mean.

[His whole world, crumbling to pieces in front of his eyes.]

[Really? He's got to be that way? Sigh, he's so lucky she loves you.]

Alright, alright. They're cool, okay?

[She doesn't like seeing him all pouty like that.]

Don't give in that easily!

Why not? It's not as if he'll stop pouting, and it's really not that big of a deal. Not like it hurts anyone.

[Okay, it might hurt peoples eyes a little, but still.]

I'm not even going to ask how many wives between the pair of you. God, you're like teenagers.

[Trying to lineface so hard here but those biscuits are one Hell of a distraction.] Just one then... [Which in Doctor-ese means "five packets".]

I think the reasoning could be that we would combust in anything hot with third degree sunstroke.

Only one that stuck. [He produces a smile, but there is a tinge of sadness there, just a glint in his old eyes.] The thing with Bess really was an accident. Marilyn was, too.

Not necessarily! Donna and Amy never did, so why should we?

That poor woman. [Can see that sadness a mile away. Diverts it by reaching over and wordlessly taking the whole jammie dodger packet from Eleven. Thanks for the biscuits.]

If Amy and Donna are anything like Clara, then they at least have the common sense to cover up in the sun. I really don't think sunstroke is an acceptable regeneration reason.

[Yep, War Doctor is just pulling Eleven's leg. With the best deadpan expression ever.]

What. [He stares. Stares some more. Flails a bit with his arms before regaining the ability to utter more than wordless gasps.] If anyone can hold her ground it's River!

Well, ... no.

[He looks at the other him, rather grumpily, before he flashes a grin.]

How about a sensible ginger who remembers such things?

She deserves a medal.

[Chews on a biscuit silently for a few moments. It's been forever since he last had biscuits.]

How about being bald? As far as I know that hasn't happened yet.

She ... does.

[The Doctor can't help but smile, can't help but think Yes, he is me alright as he watches the other Doctor enjoy the Jammie Dodgers.]

We came close enough with your successor, trust me. Also: You should really have wished harder for some sensible ears.

Or two.

[Stop that smiling. Pointedly takes another biscuit.]

Hmph. Same as yours should have wished harder for less chin. It's all pot luck at the end of the day.

Don't overdo it, Grumpy.

[He says it with a smile, a smaller one, but there is a hint of danger in his voice. And the demand to not go there any more than he has to.]

I wished for ginger. Well, no, actually I wished to stay, so ... I am rather pleased I still have the right number of extremities.

Or you'll do what?

[Or what? Not like you could throw this one down a well, that'd be one Hell of a problem. Steals another biscuit and pockets it for later.]

Perhaps if you stopped wishing for ginger, it'd happen? And that's a shame, always said I could do with an extra pair of hands.

How about me building a cupboard around you?

[The grin is back, full blown, danger replaced by amusement for all but a twinkle in his eyes.]

I shall try that next time and we'll see.

No, no. That would just make Clara lose her job and we can't have that, can we?

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Can I keep your War Doctor, please? Please? ♥♥

Only if I can keep your Eleven and squish him forever ♪

Yes. YES. Please do. /reaches for

/snugs forever

♥♥

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