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Post by timegirl on May 21, 2021 0:44:41 GMT
John Smith had just come home after a hard at work at his architecture firm. He needed sleep. His nights had been restless recently. Strange dreams about his and his wife, Clara’s wedding and the birth of their daughter Eve. They were not about dreams about how his wedding and birth of his daughter actually went they couldn’t have been! There was some nonsense about a fountain of youth, a court room in space, a blue box, and his pregnant wife’s double. To John it was terrifying yet somehow... intriguing. He had only mentioned it before in passing to his wife, Clara. Clara had taken her hand placed on his cheek as she always had and told him not too worry about them. She had weird dreams too she said. Clara was good that way, it was one of the reasons John married her after all.
John tiptoed into his bedroom as to not wake Clara and changed into his pajamas. Then he went to brush his teeth. John frowned at the grey hair on his head, Clara said it made him look like a silver fox, but he just felt old. Well he and Clara both were getting older but at least they were doing it together. He did miss the early days though when the kids were little. They were always one big happy family. In fact John could barely remember what his life was like before being married and having kids.
“What were we like?” John thought. All of a sudden John felt a sharp pain in his head and chest. But before he could do anything it was gone as quickly as it came.
“John? Is everything okay?” Clara woke up with a start.
“I think so.” John lied. “ No your not!” Clara always knew.
John struggled and then he asked “What were we like before we got married and had kids?”
“I don’t know, we were like us.” Clara said feeling John’s forehead. Although she didn’t say it Clara could not remember either.
“ I think what you need is a good night’s rest John Smith” Clara said firmly placing a kiss on his cheek.
“ You’re probably right, Clara.” John yawned and then shut his eyes.
Clara began shut hers. She had not mentioned it to her husband but she too was plagued with strange dreams of her and John’s wedding and their daughter’s birth. It was horrible yet somehow ......wonderful!
What happened next to John and Clara was very strange, they didn’t just have the same nightmare this time....
they were transforming!
While John slept his heart began to race at an alarming rate and began to split in two, his hair darkened, his body toned, and skin smoothed.
Clara tossed and turned, her heart stopped not dead just paused, her hair darkened, her middle aged pudginess went away, and her skin smoothed and firmed.
It was morning and John woke up ready to get to work. He stumbled out of bed and walked to the bathroom and then he screamed.
Clara woke with a start and then she noticed something was different.
John or should I say the Doctor slowly made his way back into the bedroom. The Doctor and Clara stared at each other open mouthed as though they had not seen each other in years, it was though they were back to themselves, before marriage and children.
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Post by grinch on May 23, 2021 16:41:29 GMT
Meanwhile....
Many millions of miles away on the planet Corvus in the galaxy of Sano in the Bar Cerebelleum stood the multi limbed bartender Avax Glib.
Polishing a glass with one of his many arms, he looked around him.
“Slow evening” he thought to himself as using another one of his arms, he poured another glass of Bane’s Blood out for the drunk Ogron sat, slumped on the counter in front of him. Without even looking, the Ogron picked up the glass, threw the contents into his still drunken face and muttered some insults under his breath before falling back asleep.
Glib said nothing. Only to be expected as far as Ogrons were concerned. He placed the extremely polished glass back on the counter and once again surveyed the bar.
He must admit, he didn’t think after spending fifty years as an under graduate studying Galactic History he’d be spending his post grad years working in a dive bar in the armpit of the universe but at least he was paying off his student debts and that’s all that mattered. Not to mention, the hours were good which is more than could be said for most places.
He closed his eyes (All eight of them) and took in the silence for a moment, his entire body relaxing in the process. Only to be interrupted by the sound of a loud crash.
Standing bolt up right, he scanned the room and spotted the source of the disturbance. Oh great, it was Max again. Having for the fifth time flown into the jukebox. Honestly, if he had told management once he had told them a thousand times. Vespiforms can’t hold their drink.
“OOI!” bellowed Glib as Max began circling the room, bouncing from wall to wall. “YOU KNOW THE RULES MAX, NO FLYING AFTER SEVEN!”
He sighed. So much for it being a slow evening...
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Post by timegirl on May 24, 2021 13:24:54 GMT
“Doctor?!” Clara said now standing up to get a better look at her husband. Everything was all coming back to her. She placed her hand gently on the Doctor’s face. “Clara” The Doctor said and he took her hands and sighed. “What would happen now that they had their memories back? I still love her. What would we tell the kids?” the Doctor thought. A single tear ran down the Doctor’s face. Clara brushed the tear away. Then unexpectedly the Doctor’s pajama trousers fell down. Clara burst into fits of laughter. “I suppose they were a little loose after I changed back.” The Doctor said blushing. “ Won’t the kids be surprised to see us looking the same age as them?” Clara said now genuinely wondering.
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Post by fitzoliverj on May 28, 2021 18:44:24 GMT
It suddenly struck the Doctor that somehting wasn't quite right.
"Maxine, or Clara, or whatever your name is," he snapped.
Clara sighed. Well, he was back to normal, at least.
"How have we changed back?" he demanded. "It's only my pocketwatch that can do that. And I - John - don't own a pocketwatch. I haven't got a pocketwatch. Where's my pocketwatch? You don't have a pocketwatch, do you?"
"No, of course I don't," Clara replied, irritably. "It may have escaped your notice, but I'm a woman, and we don't carry pocketwatches. I don't own a pocketwatch. I didn't own as Clara, and I didn't own one as Maxine, and I don't have one here."
"Then how have we changed back?" the Doctor demanded. He spun on his heel, and rushed out fo the room, and up to the bathroom. Clara hurried behind.
"Electric toothbrush!" the Doctor declared, waving one around in his hand. "Except - no! It's a cunningly-disguised sonic screwdriver!"
Clara shrugged. She always used a proper toothbrush.
The Doctor examined the screwdriver. "There's some sort of ray being projected," he declared. "Let's follow it."
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Meanwhile, at the local Torchwood office, a bored operative monitored all the people their beam was radiating towards. All sorts of people who were waking up and remembering who they really were.
He flicked through the channels, and settled on Dr. Ruth Anderson, a licensed forensic pathologist working in a hospital. Or, as she had once been known, Yvonne Hartman. And, on the screen, walking in and examining a corpse with great fascination, much to Dr. Anderson's irritation, one Dr Anthony Webster - or, as he had been known until his unfortunate encounter with Torchwood and their illicit Chameleon Arch, the fifth Doctor....
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Post by timegirl on May 28, 2021 20:49:19 GMT
But before the Doctor and Clara could follow the ray, John or should we say the Doctor’s mobile rang.
The Doctor picked up the phone and accepted the call
“Hi Dad” It was Eve. His and Clara’s daughter.
“ Hi Rainbow-er-Eve” the Doctor said not sure what to tell his daughter.
“Are you okay Dad? Your voice sounds all funny. Like you’re younger or something.” Eve said concerned.
“Umm...let me put your mum on the phone.” The Doctor said handing the mobile to to Clara.
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Post by grinch on May 28, 2021 20:55:45 GMT
Back in the bar, Glib was mopping up the remains of Max’s sick. He grimaced as he held the mop up to look at it the slime dripping off it. Max, currently experiencing a come down, was now sat at a nearby table his stinger twitching.
“You’re my best pal, you know that?” he slurred.
“Yeah, I know, I know.” muttered Glib in response. Max nodded in approval before falling off his chair and collapsing onto the floor. Glib sighed.
The door opened suddenly as a man in a trench coat walked in.
“Evening Captain” said Glib not even looking up. “The usual?”
The former Time Agent nodded. “And make it a strong one.”
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Post by fitzoliverj on May 29, 2021 11:30:58 GMT
"Well?" asked Dr. Anderson, "can you find any evidence that he was murdered? Stab wounds, tell-tale burns to the osephagus that indicate poison, developing bruise such as might be made by a blunt interest?"
"No," replied Dr. Webster, "it's much as we thought. He was drunk, fell into the canal, and drowned. Although I suppose alcohol counts as a poison, and some of the chemicals in the canal water in his lungs probably wouldn't have done him any good, even if he could breathe underwater, which he couldn't."
Ruth groaned.
"Anthony, don't you ever think there might be more to life than cutting up dead bodies to find nothing of any interest?"
Dr. Webster stood up, his brow furrowed. "Do you know, I don't think I've ever cut up a dead body and found nothing of *any* interest." He paused. "A body that was completely unremarkable... that would be unique. You know, Ruth, that's a fascinating idea."
She groaned again.
"I need glamour and excitement in my life!" Dr. Anderson cried. "The beautiful and daring forensic pathologist, solving crimes and uncovering mysteries, and meeting men who are just as exciting and daring but not bad for me or tedious losers."
"Ah," Dr. Anderson remarked, understanding at last, "date last night not go well?"
"Maybe I should give up men," Ruth mused, "find a hobby that doesn't end in routine disappointment."
"Well, I'm doing some very promising research at the moment into spleens," Dr. Webster began.
"A hobby, Anthony," Ruth replied through gritted teeth, "is not supposed to consist of more work. Isn't there anybody in this department who has something in their life more than work?"
Dr. Webster opened his mouth, as to reply.
"And I'm not looking to take up drinking as a full-time occupation like Gordon, either," Ruth snapped. She sighed. "I just want... a proper chance to use my training as forensic pathologist, and not spend all my time with the remains of little old ladies who've died alone and been eaten by their cats."
"I can understand that," Dr. Webster replied, "but I can't see why, when you *are* presented with a little old lady who has died alone, you accuse the cats of being a front for some other sinister force."
At that moment, the Torchwood ray passed through and engulfed them. Dr. Ruth Anderson was once more Yvonne Hartman, and she remembered why she always attributed malign causes, and more importantly why she had gone under deep cover. It was her responsibility to capture the Doctor, and force him to reveal all the secrets of Omega.
"Oh my God, a giant chicken!" Dr. Webster exclaimed.
Yvonne grinned. Clearly the Doctor had *not* been revived. This would be much easier, then. "Tony," she said, smirking as she played at being Ruth for the very last time, "you can't bring excitement into my life simply by shouting nonsense like that."
"No, Yvonne-"
Yvonne?
"Look out!"
As the Doctor - for it was he once again - cried out, Yvonne turned to find herself face to face with the Ergon.
They had been un-chameleon arched too soon, and Omega's minion had tracked their mimds here!
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Post by timegirl on May 29, 2021 12:39:24 GMT
Meanwhile Clara was on the phone with her and the Doctor’s daughter Eve.
“Hi Eve”Clara said into the phone nervously.
“Mum your voice sounds all funny too. Are you and Dad okay?” Eve asked concerned.
Clara looked over to her husband who was trying to mouth to her something.
“Your Dad and I are fine. We are just a little busy at the moment.” Clara said trying desperately to cover. How were her and the Doctor going to explain all of this to their kids?
“Listen Mum, I am calling you and Dad to let you know me and my new fiancé are coming to stay with you guys for the weekend.”Eve said positively although still questioning her parents behavior.
Clara looked over at her husband who was fiddling with his sonic screwdriver.
“That’s great honey. “ Clara lied and she ended the phone call.
Clara turned to face her husband the Doctor.
“What did Rainbow, I mean Eve want to ask?” The Doctor said.
“Eve and her fiancée are coming over for the weekend.” Clara said not sure what to do.
“She has a fiancé?” The Doctor said, this was news to him.
Both Clara and the Doctor were in a state of panic. What were they going to do? It was all too much!
Clara noticed her husband’s pajama trousers were still around his ankles.
“I think we better get dressed but we will need new clothes.None of ours fit anymore after-“ Clara looked at her and her husband’s much younger bodies.
“We will need need the TARDIS!” the Doctor said beaming.
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Post by fitzoliverj on May 30, 2021 8:28:39 GMT
Eve was walking round her bedroom, collecting items to take with her to her parents. Her suitcase was on the bed, and sitting next to it was her friend Margaret Webster, who was sulking.
"I'm so jealous," she moaned.
"I don't see why," Eve protested, "I'm about to introduce Jimmy to my parents."
"But they're normal," Margaret explained. "They won't react poorly. If I introduce a man to *my* father, his only concern is that his pancreas is all right."
"Normal?" Eve asked. "My father keeps calling me 'Rainbow', and have you ever seen him with a guitar?"
"But it's so exciting," Margaret continued, "Jimmy whisking you off your feet to start a new life abroad."
"Iowa isn't at all glamorous," Eve insisted. "It's a farm, miles from anywhere. Between you and me, the only reason I'm glad about going is that it gets Jimmy away from Mrs Lefay."
"Who?"
"His godmother. *Creepy* woman. Anyway, my parents are going to have conniptions when I tell them I'm emigrating."
"If *I* went to rural America," Margaret sulked, "my father's main concern wouldn't be what if I die in a tractor accident, but what if there's nobody qualified to autopsy me when I do."
--
As the Doctor's two daughters - or, if you prefer, the two Doctors' daughters - chatted, they were watched, their images in a crystal ball. Morgaine was pleased. James Diggory Kirke may have thought he was escaping her clutches when he inherited his cousins' property in the New World, but it was all part of her plan. Her plan for revenge upon the Doctor!
A movement in the corner of the room caught Morgaine's eye. She turned - to see.. was it, a giant chicken? Coming towards her, menacing in a way that only a giant chicken can be? Suddenly, everything went black.
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Post by timegirl on May 30, 2021 13:21:49 GMT
Meanwhile the Doctor was in the garden digging a massive whole.
“Do you need any help?” Clara asked, wondering how long it would take for husband to dig up the TARDIS by himself.
“I think I almost have it Clara!” The Doctor called out, he was drenched in sweat and what was left of his pajamas were covered in dirt, but the TARDIS was still buried.
“I’m coming in!” Clara said leaping into the dirt whole with her husband with another shovel.
The two kept shoveling together flinging massive piles of dirt all over the flower beds.
Suddenly both their shovels hit something, it was the TARDIS! The Doctor picked up Clara and spun her around in a celebratory spiny hug!
They unearthed the door next.
The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors opened.
He and Clara walked inside.
“Hello old girl” the Doctor said stroking the console.
“We’re home.” Clara said taking the Doctor’s hand and smiling.
Then the Doctor and Clara had a rather.....private moment but that is between them and the TARDIS.
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Post by fitzoliverj on May 31, 2021 8:45:08 GMT
"Who art thou, to dare to take the Battle Queen of the S'rax by force?" Morgaine cried.
"I am Omega!" Omega boomed.
"Thy name means naught to me," Morgaine replied, "save as an ending. And t'is meet that you shouldst meet thine!" She raised her hands. "I shall summon the very winds to wrack your body!"
"I shouldn't bother," called Yvonne, who was standing to the side with her arms crossed. "He doesn't have a body. All that there," she poined at Omega, "is just a suit of armour. There's nothing actually physical inside."
Morgaine was perplexed.
"I am the very embodiment of Will!" Omega confirmed.
"He's also omnipotent," Yvonne added, "in this little room, at any rate."
"I draw my power infinite from the singularity of a black hole!" Omega declared.
"A black sun?" Morgaine asked. "Yet I am the Sunkiller. I shall prove a match for thee still."
"No, you won't," Yvonne sighed. "I told you, he's omnipotent. You can do as mamy card tricks at him as you like, it won't even scratch his outfit."
Morgaine dropped her arms. "But if my magic will not suit, why bring Morgaine to this place?"
"My power weakens outside this stronghold!" Omega declared. "When I add thy magic to my strength, and assemble the creatures of Torchwood in my army-"
"Oh, so *that*s why you needed me," Yvonne interupted. "You want the run of our alien prison. I'd recommend you steer clear, to be honest. The kind of things we've got locked up - monsters and the offspring of monsters - aren't very tractable."
"All will bow before Omega!"
"You know, I find this conversation tedious," Yvonne complained. "Look, I'm prepared to hold up my hands and say, yes, I was hoping to manipulate the Doctor into taking your place and then giving me all your power, and that hasn't worked, but if you think I'm going to stand here and listen to you go on and on about-"
Omega raised an arm, and fired an energy blast at Yvonne. She was thrown across the chamber, and collapsed against a wall.
Morgaine nodded slowly. "Thou art mighty, indeed. But my power is not yours to command, I intend it only for the destruction of mine enemy."
Omega conjured an image in the air before them, of thirteen (ish) faces. "Mine also," he replied.
Morgaine inclined her head. "Then perhaps we may have something worth discussing after all.... my lord."
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Post by timegirl on May 31, 2021 13:28:03 GMT
After the Doctor and Clara had their private moment together in the TARDIS they realized that they had tracked dirt everywhere from the outside and they had gotten each other even more dirty! So they both went to the many bathrooms in the TARDIS for baths.
While the Doctor bathed he thought about all the years he had to be human with Clara and their children and what it would mean now for their family.
Clara thought about how her and the Doctor were going to explain all of this to their kids and what it would mean for her the Doctor’s relationship.
The couple both finished their baths and then went to the TARDIS wardrobe.
Clara pulled out the tuxedo and flapper dress they had not worn since their stay on the Orient Express.
“Let’s put these on just for old times sake!” Clara said beaming.
“Why not!” The Doctor said
And they did.
The TARDIS began playing “Don’t Stop Me Now”, and the two began to dance, it was just like the old days.
Their moment was cut short however when the Doctor’s mobile suddenly went off.
“Hi Dad” Eve said.
“Eh-hi Rainbow-I mean Eve” the Doctor said.
“Just calling to let you know Jimmy and I decided to come early.”Eve said.
“Oh no” thought the Doctor
“How soon are you coming?” He asked.
“ We’re actually here now. Where are you guys? Why is there a massive hole in the garden?” Eve asked.
“Umm-here’s your mum” the Doctor said passing the phone to Clara not knowing what to say.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jun 1, 2021 17:56:52 GMT
Unfortunately, the Doctor had forgotten what an efficient person John Smith had been. One of the things he'd done in his abbreviated life was combine his landline and mobile contracts into one, whcih is fine as things go, but it's well-known that British Telecom interferes something rotten with time machines. So, the Doctor ought not to have been surprised - though he was - when the TARDIS suddenly lurched.
Clara dropped the phone and it skidded across the floor.
Back in the console room, the rotor started to rise and fall.
--
The rotor was also rising nad falling in the fifth Doctor's TARDIS, whcih he had reclaimed and had set off in pursuit of the Ergon. He wasn't altogether sympathetic to Yvonne's plight, but knew placing her in the hands of Omega had dangerous implications. He hoped that he'd be able to track the Ergon when it re-emerged from reality from Omega's realm.
"Got it!" the Doctor cried. The Ergon seemed to be aiming for a bar in outer space. The Doctor reckoned he could overtake it, head it off at the pass, so to speak, except -
The instruments were gonig wild. "Another time traveller? On the same path?"
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Post by grinch on Jun 1, 2021 20:15:02 GMT
With Max sleeping off his hangover in a backroom, Glib and Captain Jack were now partaking in their favourite activity. Shooting the sh*t.
“Honestly, you should see some of the sorts we’ve had in here lately.” He downed a shot. “Just the other day, we had a group of Pyrovilians out on a stag do.”
He refilled his glass. “Tell me Captain, you ever tried cleaning projectile magma off the walls? It’s not fun I can tell you.”
Jack grimaced. He could imagine.
“So, how’s Torchwood these days?”
Jack said nothing, merely taking a sip from his drink and causally glanced over to the corner where a pair of Gorlans were arguing over a game of dominoes.
Glib nodded and noting his silence swiftly moved on in terms of conversation. If there was one thing he had learnt about Immortals is that they liked to take their time.
“I tell you, I’m thinking of packing this all in.” muttered Glib.
Jack raised an eyebrow “Oh?”
“Yeah” said Glib, now slightly slurring his words. “Thinking of giving the Yiff Quadrant a go. I’ve heard they’re quite fond of extra appendages”
He winked.
“....If you get my meaning.”
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jun 2, 2021 17:28:43 GMT
The fifth Doctor was easing the TARDIS down, alongside whoever the other time traveller was. Another Time Lord? Anoher *Doctor*? "It'd better not be that idiot in the suit," the fifth Doctor muttered topically. Suddenly, the idiot (if that was who it was)* slipped ahead and landed a full five minutes before the Doctor. "Cheek!" The TARDIS materialised in the bar, its wheezing and groaning causing Captain Jack's ears to prick up. to turn around to greet...
"Hey, you're not the right Doctor!"
* And it wasn't.
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Post by timegirl on Jun 2, 2021 18:29:21 GMT
Suddenly 12 and Clara’s TARDIS landed with a start.
12 and Clara caustically opened up the door.
Staring up at them was a small boy in his pajamas. The room they had landed in was the boys bedroom and curiously on his walls were an assortment of familiar drawings. The TARDIS, Daleks, and the Doctor’s first incarnations and companions decorated the walls.
But strangest of all the boy seemed to have an uncanny resemblance to 12! He was practically a mini copy!
Clara, 12 and the boy stood open mouthed staring at each other.
And then speaking in a Glaswegian accent the small boy said “ Hi, I’m Peter. Are you Doctor Who?”
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jun 2, 2021 19:04:03 GMT
"You again!" the Doctor exclaimed. "I told you before, the next time a Mandrel comes after you, you're on your own!"
Clara rolled her eyes. "This isn't Peter Capaldi again?"
The boy turned from one to another, confused.
"Obviously, we've met him but he's not met us yet," the Doctor complained. "Well, he never met *me*,but he met that other me. In his future. Our past. In the wrong order. One of those things." He sighed. "One of those complicated things. Why has the TARDIS brought us here?"
The boy's eyes widened. "You ARE Doctor Who!"
"This better not be like that business with the McGann brothers again," the Doctor muttered.
"*And* the McGann sister," Clara added.
"Yes, her too, also," the Doctor conceded. "I don't want to go through all that again. Like some sort of parallel-world version of the Corrs." He shuddered.
"Why have you changed again?" the boy asked. "I like Patrick Troughton."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "See, now it's Robin Hood following me around. I preferred it when it was Bad Wolf."
"I don't know what's going on!" young Peter protested, realising that he was being ignored.
"Clara," the Doctor snapped, "child. Get on with it."
Clara was not pleased. "Are you referring to my professional role as a childminder, or as the mother of your own child?" she asked icily.
"I'm referring to your dealing-with-this-child-so-I-don't-have-to-ness," the Doctor replied, whirling his sconic screwdriver roudn the room. Young Peter didn't react to it; it wasn't 1968 yet.
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Post by timegirl on Jun 2, 2021 19:22:32 GMT
But before 12 and Clara could do anything Peter had went inside the TARDIS!
The two chased after the small boy into the TARDIS.
“Don’t touch anything!” 12 shouted.
But it was too late....
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Post by grinch on Jun 2, 2021 20:22:46 GMT
Glib looked up at the TARDIS which had suddenly materialised on a nearby table. There was a split second pause and then the table collapsed into a pile of splinters under the weight of the time machine.
He looked over at Jack.
“This is coming straight out of your tab, you know that?”
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Post by fitzoliverj on Jun 3, 2021 16:14:53 GMT
The fifth Doctor sprawled on the floor. Any landing you can walk away from is apparently a good landing, so he stood up and looked around the room. "Who said I was the wrong Doctor?" he asked, irritably.
Jack got erect stood up from his chair and raised a hand.
"Time traveller?" asked the Doctor.
Jack shrugged.
"Was it you I was just chasing here, just now?"
Jack flashed him a sm smiled at him. "Wouldn't I just love that, but I've been here a while. I think the person you may be looknig for... is over *there*." He pointed.
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