The Doctor arrived back at the door of his TARDIS, key in hand. Just before he unlocked it, he did what had now become a habit, he took a deep breath just before he pushed the door open. Anticipation of the hope that perhaps... he shrugged, nothing had happened yet (perhaps it never would).
Suddenly changing his mind, he put the key in his pocket and turned away, glancing across the garage at Rose's TARDIS, he looked quickly away again, it seemed that he was doomed to lose everything and everyone.
Perhaps he needed some fresh air, he'd been cooped up for too long. Heading towards the lifts he paused, then moved towards a doorway. He could hear a slow, rhythmic... creaking, that he couldn't quite recognise.
A workshop! Not that it was a surprise that the garage had one, but then again he tended to go in and out the other way (not that he was deliberately passing Rose's TARDIS).
Hearing her call out, he walked slowly into the workshop, leaning forwards slightly as he looked around, trying to work out where just me, was.
He noticed the hammock first, then a young woman looking nervously towards him.
"Hello," he said, grinning, then stopping and waiting to see what she was going to do. In his experience hammocks were very useful and also a bit on the tricky side if you got distracted at the wrong moment.
"Nope, don't think we have," he replied, shaking her hand. "I'm the Doctor. Handy things hammocks," he said, nodding towards it. "Wish I had room for one, I'd be a lot more comfy."
Kaylee's heart ached at just the word doctor, but she tried not to let it show on her face. "That they are," she smiled. "I've had this one for years. Wish you had room for one where?" she asked curiously, making conversation.
"In my TARDIS," he replied nodding in the general direction of the garage.
"Well, sort of. It's just a shell at the moment, unless the hotel decides to give her back- presuming it had her in the first place, which I'm not overly convinced of," suddenly realising that she didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about, added, "Blue police box." Not that that was likely to make things any clearer.
"She's a ... well under normal circumstances, she's a... time ship." Smiling he moved towards the doorway. "Come on, I'll show you." Then pausing, he was suddenly uncertain if she would want to come or not. "If you want to," he added, just to be on the safe side.
"Sure," she shrugged her shoulders lightly as she popped to her feet, following him out into the garage. It wasn't as if she was doing anything, and perhaps the diversion would be good for her. "Lead the way."
"Just over there, bit difficult to miss really," he said.
The TARDIS stood in glorious isolation. He looked affectionately towards her, then glanced across at Kaylee, eager to see what her first reaction to his pride and joy would be.
"Oh this belongs to you?" she asked perking up as a mystery was solved, since she had seen the box many times before as she walked around the garage but she had never had any idea what it was or who it belonged to. She walked around the outside inspecting it from every angle. "So that is what a Police Box is," she said to herself, still not entirely sure what the purpose of one was. "And you said it's actually a time ship?"
She felt like she already knew something about this, but her memory was fuzzy on just what she knew and who told it to her. She blamed it on the fact that she hadn't really eaten anything of substance since the breakfast Xander made her eat yesterday.
The Doctor patted the corner of the TARDIS affectionately. "She is, well was," he corrected himself. "All that's here at the moment is the empty shell, the time ship bit's missing."
He sighed loudly, staring at the blue painted wood dolefully. "That's why I'm camping out in there- just in case she turns back to the way she should be, then they can't lock me out again," he mumbled absently.
Forcing himself back to cheerful, he grinned at Kaylee. "So, that's me explained. How come you're in a hammock in a workshop?"
Kaylee understood where he was coming from, if Serenity was here, even as an empty shell, she would have been hard pressed to even step foot outside of her.
"Well before I came here I was the mechanic on a ship of my own, space though, not time," she explained as it pertained to his question. "I used to keep that hammock in my engine room and when I came here I found upstairs in my room. Once I started workin' on the skiff, I brought it down and hung it up in the workshop. I thought it would make it feel more like home. Some days it works better than others."
When she mentioned about building a skiff, the Doctor gave her a quizzical look. Now where had he heard about that before? Someone had mentioned her, he was sure, then he remembered.
"Kara, on the second floor. She mentioned you. We were thinking of digging up some graves and we needed a shovel," he sighed loudly. "Not that I need one now, the Hotel provided one. Actually it keeps on providing one- usually when I don't want it." He looked warily behind him, it hadn't reappeared since he had been camping in the TARDIS, with a bit of luck he'd never set eyes on it again.
"Kara... Kara..." Kaylee tried to place the name. "Oh, the pilot?" she asked. "She was one of the first people I met when I got here," she mentioned.
"Yeah, the hotel is funny like that. Likes to mess with people in crazy ways like with the elevators...." she trailed off as a cloud passed over her eyes, but she quickly shook it off before it could settle. "So," she said brightly in fake it till you make it style, "what were ya'll looking for a shovel for?"
Suddenly changing his mind, he put the key in his pocket and turned away, glancing across the garage at Rose's TARDIS, he looked quickly away again, it seemed that he was doomed to lose everything and everyone.
Perhaps he needed some fresh air, he'd been cooped up for too long. Heading towards the lifts he paused, then moved towards a doorway. He could hear a slow, rhythmic... creaking, that he couldn't quite recognise.
A workshop! Not that it was a surprise that the garage had one, but then again he tended to go in and out the other way (not that he was deliberately passing Rose's TARDIS).
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"Just me," she called out to the unfamiliar voice.
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He noticed the hammock first, then a young woman looking nervously towards him.
"Hello," he said, grinning, then stopping and waiting to see what she was going to do. In his experience hammocks were very useful and also a bit on the tricky side if you got distracted at the wrong moment.
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"I don't think we've met, I'm Kaylee," she intoduced herself, sticking out a hand to shake.
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"Well, sort of. It's just a shell at the moment, unless the hotel decides to give her back- presuming it had her in the first place, which I'm not overly convinced of," suddenly realising that she didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about, added, "Blue police box." Not that that was likely to make things any clearer.
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"I ain't got the slightest idea of what any of that means," she said exactly what she was thinking. "The shell of a what-now?"
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The TARDIS stood in glorious isolation. He looked affectionately towards her, then glanced across at Kaylee, eager to see what her first reaction to his pride and joy would be.
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She felt like she already knew something about this, but her memory was fuzzy on just what she knew and who told it to her. She blamed it on the fact that she hadn't really eaten anything of substance since the breakfast Xander made her eat yesterday.
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He sighed loudly, staring at the blue painted wood dolefully. "That's why I'm camping out in there- just in case she turns back to the way she should be, then they can't lock me out again," he mumbled absently.
Forcing himself back to cheerful, he grinned at Kaylee. "So, that's me explained. How come you're in a hammock in a workshop?"
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"Well before I came here I was the mechanic on a ship of my own, space though, not time," she explained as it pertained to his question. "I used to keep that hammock in my engine room and when I came here I found upstairs in my room. Once I started workin' on the skiff, I brought it down and hung it up in the workshop. I thought it would make it feel more like home. Some days it works better than others."
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"Kara, on the second floor. She mentioned you. We were thinking of digging up some graves and we needed a shovel," he sighed loudly. "Not that I need one now, the Hotel provided one. Actually it keeps on providing one- usually when I don't want it." He looked warily behind him, it hadn't reappeared since he had been camping in the TARDIS, with a bit of luck he'd never set eyes on it again.
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"Yeah, the hotel is funny like that. Likes to mess with people in crazy ways like with the elevators...." she trailed off as a cloud passed over her eyes, but she quickly shook it off before it could settle. "So," she said brightly in fake it till you make it style, "what were ya'll looking for a shovel for?"
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