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Who: Eighth Doctor (interferes), Ninth Doctor (charmandsmiles)
What: Guess who's alive again?
When: Two weeks after this.
Where: Eight's TARDIS
Rating: PG
It had been exactly two weeks since the Doctor had been shot, and Eight's TARDIS was oddly quiet. The cats were lying on top of the console, peering at the slightly disheveled figure beneath it and occasionally giving a quiet mew.
Eight was trying, somewhat desperately, to take his mind of his other self's death, and the idea that he may not return at all. Most did, after all. Five had. But he couldn't get that nagging feeling out of his thoughts. With a sigh, Eight as the TARDIS gave a reassuring rumble, and reached for a spanner, only to find something warm and furry under his hand. He sat up, startled and almost hitting his head on the underside of the console.
"Scully," he chided gently, stroking her fur. He couldn't blame her, really; she was missing Nine. So was he.
What: Guess who's alive again?
When: Two weeks after this.
Where: Eight's TARDIS
Rating: PG
It had been exactly two weeks since the Doctor had been shot, and Eight's TARDIS was oddly quiet. The cats were lying on top of the console, peering at the slightly disheveled figure beneath it and occasionally giving a quiet mew.
Eight was trying, somewhat desperately, to take his mind of his other self's death, and the idea that he may not return at all. Most did, after all. Five had. But he couldn't get that nagging feeling out of his thoughts. With a sigh, Eight as the TARDIS gave a reassuring rumble, and reached for a spanner, only to find something warm and furry under his hand. He sat up, startled and almost hitting his head on the underside of the console.
"Scully," he chided gently, stroking her fur. He couldn't blame her, really; she was missing Nine. So was he.