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... So. You gave in, then, yeah? Decided on comin' to Dreamwidth after all?

Well, look at this way. Mightn't be such a barmy decision. It's a whole new adventure, right?

So, then, mun. First order of business, yeah? It's to find me some bloomin' castmates. I mean, c'mon, there must be a few Doctors hoppin' 'round here.

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Good t'hear it.

I'll admit, I've kind of missed you, Spaceman. It's not exactly fun bein' locked away in this girl's head.

Locked away in her head?

[Yes, it's straight to the sonic and he's running scans.]

Oi! Stop with bleepin', time boy.

Okay, okay...

[He pockets the sonic.]

So, Donna, what have you been up to?

That's better.

Oh, you know me. Same old, same old. Now the mun's got me over here, s'pose I'll be playin' the waitin' game for a bit while I wait for her to do... somethin' with me.

What 'bout you, though? How've you been?

[He tugs at his ear.]

Good, you know. Good. About the same as you but that's fine. My mun is debating whether to change my canon point or not.... But I know that it's not going to change. My mun is too lazy for that.

Oh, don't even get me started on lazy muns. Six months I've been sat in this one's headspace.

What's your mun thinkin' of changin' your canon point to?

[He grimaces.]

Well, right now I'm from just ending The Year That Wasn't and now the idea of after... [He swallows thickly.] leaving you has been mentioned.

Oh, my God.

...Can't have that then, can we?

[gives a small smile as she tries to make light of a not-so light situation]

Can't have you just mopin' 'bout the place. Missin' me.

[He sighs a bit thoughtfully.]

Well, lesser of two evils, isn't it? Mope around missing you or mope around thinking about the Year, the Master dying in my arms and Jack and Martha having better offers...

For that matter, the Master thought death was a better offer than traveling with me.

[hug time? Donna certainly thinks so]

Oh, c'mere you.

[she hugs him, 'cause he's her best friend and he's hurting]

Maybe you could talk to your mun. I dunno. Get 'em to take you from sometime else.

[He'll take that hug, but never quite admit to just how much it hurts.]

Thanks, Donna.

[After a moment or two.]

I could. Yeah, course I could. Except that I don't seem to be as persuasive as I thought.

[Can talk his way into or out of anything... except where his mun is concerned.]

What? You? A problem with talkin'? Don't kid me, mate, you can talk the hind legs off a flippin' donkey, you can.

[He looks sheepish now.]

I always thought I could, but I think I've met my match this time.

[smirks]

Never thought I'd see the day.

[He pouts.]

I have my.... limits.

Face it, Doctor - 'cause I've seen it many a-time in a bloke - you are whipped.

[so much smirking]

[His voice is about two octaves too high.]

Whipped?? I don't know what you're talking about.

[Only he so obviously does.]

I think you do.

[totally teasing him because it's just so much fun]

Don--na.

[Yes, he's whining.]

I thought you were on my side.

[And there's the pout.}

[hits him playfully on the arm and laughs]

You are so easy to wind up, you are.

[He falls away when her hand makes contact, then he rubs his arm.]

Owwww.

[Totally hamming it up now.]

Oh. Don't be such a flippin' girl, Spaceman.

[Forever this expression, Noble.]

[this face, right back at you, time boy]

So, your mun got anythin' planned for you over here?

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