Turlough rubbed his temples and stood unsteadily, wondering why he felt so bad. He'd made an appearance at the embassy do, as his brother had requested but he had carried a single glass of the local vintage around sipping at it for show. He much preferred to have his head about him during these functions
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The Doctor's voice bellowed down the hallway. There was a face he hadn't expected (and ought not) see again. This place was getting odder by the moment.
He ran about halfway down the hall, then added: "DUCK!"
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"Fantastic. Always wanted to do that. I was much too polite, though." He wiggled his hand a little. "Come on, get up then. Things to do, Mars to find out about."
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"And who might you be?" he asked the man icily as he stood up again with as much dignity as he could manage, given the circumstances.
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He grinned. "How've you been?"
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He tried to parse the other man's meaning before giving up and glaring at him. "That makes no sense. Why was it absolutely vital that I duck? Or are you saying that only the Doctor would have pulled such a prank?"
If it were the Doctor, Turlough might right now be wondering why he hadn't used that rock so many years ago.
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