[It's the strangest thing. He can feel that it's the TARDIS. His TARDIS. But it isn't. It's not quite right, and it's not just because she looks different. That could happen. It has happened. No, it's not that... He can't put his finger on it and if there anything the Doctor can't resist, it's a good mystery.]
Stay close. Don't wander off. [He
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At the sound of a voice behind her, she whips around, a hot blush lighting her cheeks before she realizes...] You're not the Doctor.
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[He walks forward slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.]
No matter who I am. Who are you? And more importantly, why were you about to press that button?
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[She stands a little taller.] Name's Amy Pond. It doesn't matter why I was about to press that button. You should be more worried about the Doctor finding out about this.
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All right, Pond, nice try, but Iiiiii.... [And he is just going to trail off and stare. At himself. And then look at Amy.] What did you press.
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Whatever game this is you two are playing at, it's over now. Now this is my ship and you've done enough damage.
[He can tell what you are, Doctor, but can't figure out that it's his own future-face. Plus another Time Lord shouldn't exist, so it MUST be a trick. Suspicious paranoid Doctor is both suspicious and paranoid.]
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Right, yes, you're not wrong-- [Oh god the universe was about to explode again, wasn't it; he really needed to stop messing with his own timeline.
He comes down the stairs, standing tall near the console as he faces himself.] Now, [He begins, in a very low, very serious voice,] You should not be here. [No, really, he checks for this sort of thing before he lands very carefully!]
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Shouldn't be here? Of course I should be here. Unless...
[Gears are turning here and then...]
This is not good.
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He just... gives himself the once over, wondering at his old fashion sense-- really, that look had not been cool at all. And this would be and absolutely brilliant opportunity if not for the horrible universe-ending certainty that was going to happen.] So. Shoo.
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Did you just shoo me?
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Yes. Very good. Now leave before you break something. [Like the fabric of reality.]
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