It's Luau Time

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Who: Faith Lehane
When: Day 38, Night: The Luau
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete (action moved to another thread

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[Ten]

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"Careful, Rose. Once you dance with me, you mayn't ever want to dance with him again," Ten's return banter didn't reveal the slight tug and pain in his hearts as he watched Rose walk away hand-in-hand with his earlier self. He suppposed that he'd get used to it eventually, the ever present spectre of what he would never have, but so far, he still hadn't.

Turning his attention from Rose and himself, his eyes scanned the crowd. If he was going to dance with Rose, he knew that he really ought to dance with Martha, and it should be Martha first. Elsewise his companion would be cross and put out with him. More than nine hundred years had not given him any renewed insight or ability to understand women, but he understood enough to know that he didn't want to be subjected to Martha's temper and disappointment.

Ten's eyes lit on the place he'd last seen Martha, over to the side, coaxing Rodney out of his shell. He'd been pleased then, and proud. Martha was good at that, relating to people and getting them to relate to her. From what he heard and understood, if anyone could use some relating and social interaction it was the scientist.

The spot was empty. Ten's eyes widened and he blinked. He sat up a bit and began searching the other groups until he found them on the dance floor. They were not so much dancing as they were rocking in time with the music, arms wrapped around one another as though they'd known each other weeks or months instead of a few days. Rodney said something and Martha's brilliant smile lit up her face. Her laughter, warm and full, carried to his sensitive Time Lord ears.

Instead of smiling, Ten frowned. Something twisted inside of him and a blank mask fell across his face. Martha and Rodney were cozy out there, a little too cozy it would seem. That wasn't like the Martha that he knew. Was it the wine or the ale? Too much of it? Why there was hardly room for a breeze to pass between their bodies.

The blank mask never changed, but a set of darkly uncomfortable eyes watched the doctor and the scientist drift closer and closer together, seeming oblivious to the scrutiny that they were under.

[Rose]

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"Oooh, a challenge. I like that. You'll have your chance." Rose called over her shoulder before she was out of earshot.

Her Doctor pulled her around so they were facing one another on the 'dance floor'. The music was slow, so hands on hips and swaying was sufficient moves this time out.

"You comparison shopping then?" Nine asked her as his hands gave her hips a squeeze.

"Well... technically, if his reality and ours follow some patterns, one day you might well be him now, won't you? By the way, like you as you are, try to stay like this for a while, yeah? Anyways, if you eventually turn into him, gotta know how you'll dance." Rose laughed.

"Don't know if I'll like that, bein' him. Bit skinny, isn't he? Like to blow away in a strong wind. And pretty. Bet you'll like that. Pretty with poofy hair. Bit depressing, really."

Rose could feel a bit of the uncertainty and a touch of insecurity underlying his humor and overlying contentment. He wasn't blocking their empathic link.

"Don't know. I've kinda developed a taste for ruggedly handsome and a bit overbearing and insulting, myself." Rose lay her cheek on his chest, against the jacket. "And the whole leather fetish thing."

"Overbearing? Leather fetish? Now who'se bein' insulting? One dance and you're walkin' all over me."

Rose just laughed and heard him chuckle as well.

The Luau Continues . . .

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