"Now, how did I get here?" the Doctor asked aloud, while scratching his head. "I certainly don't remember going to the ocean, in fact, I was just about to stop by and visit the Brigadier. Hmm."
He closes the scanner screen and steps out of his TARDIS. Certainly a nice day. Might as well make the best of it.
Well well well. Of all the things Iris expects to find here, the Doctor is...well, not far from the top of her list, to be quite honest. They do seem to meet up under the most unusual circumstances. When she spots that blessed blue box some ways down the beach, she sets out at a run, arriving just as the door opens and he steps out. She has a brief moment to take in which Doctor she's throwing herself on - lovely! The little bow tie-wearing fretful one - before she does so.
"Oooh, Doctor," she squeals, voice muffled in his shoulder. "I knew ye'd come to find me!"
Before he can even take in a breath of the beachfront's warm air, he suddenly finds himself with a strange woman in his personal space. The Doctor doesn't mind hugs and glomps, in fact, he enjoys them. But they're usually always from friends. This woman's face doesn't ring a bell. Just who...
...oh. Oh, dear. It couldn't be.
"Now, now! Ah, Iris... what in the name of Rassilon are you doing here?!" He says as he trys to squirm away from her.
"Come to help you?" The Doctor brushes off his rumpled jacket. "I didn't even know you were... ah. Let-let alone in trouble!" She always turns up at the best of times, doesn't she?
He stands back and rubs his cheek. "Right, so we're both not where we think we are, yes?"
Oh Doctor, the best of times is anywhere and anytime you are.
"Seeing as neither of us is ever where we think we are, it's a moot point, love." Iris helps him smooth out his jacket, showing no signs of retreating from his personal space even though she's no longer clinging to him.
"Now - isn't this the part where we go exploring and get in to loads of trouble?" And doesn't she just look a little too excited at that prospect.
"Oh, I haven't the time for this!" He frowns, and flails his arms just a bit, in an attempt to ward her off. "Why, I-I have places to go!"
And then, a sudden calm rolls over his face. He sighs and folds his arms. "But, yes. I suppose this is the part where we go exploring and get into loads of trouble. It's inevitable."
"Oh shut it, love," she chides, looping her arm through his once the flailing stops. "Ye've got nothing better to do and neither do I. You're stuck with old Iris again whether ye like it or not. Come on, then." Iris tugs on his arm, steering them inland and away from the beach.
He closes the scanner screen and steps out of his TARDIS. Certainly a nice day. Might as well make the best of it.
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"Oooh, Doctor," she squeals, voice muffled in his shoulder. "I knew ye'd come to find me!"
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...oh. Oh, dear. It couldn't be.
"Now, now! Ah, Iris... what in the name of Rassilon are you doing here?!" He says as he trys to squirm away from her.
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...Okay, now.
"I'd tell ye that if I knew where here was, love. Haven't ye come to help me?"
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He stands back and rubs his cheek. "Right, so we're both not where we think we are, yes?"
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"Seeing as neither of us is ever where we think we are, it's a moot point, love." Iris helps him smooth out his jacket, showing no signs of retreating from his personal space even though she's no longer clinging to him.
"Now - isn't this the part where we go exploring and get in to loads of trouble?" And doesn't she just look a little too excited at that prospect.
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And then, a sudden calm rolls over his face. He sighs and folds his arms. "But, yes. I suppose this is the part where we go exploring and get into loads of trouble. It's inevitable."
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He bites his tongue, and lets Iris lead him away from the shore, stumbling over his own shoes as she pulls him.
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