A small invitation had been left at the doorway of one Madame du Pompadour. It read:

Ma chere Madame,

I do believe I owe you some tea. If you're interested, I'll be in the garden in the back of the house. Show up whenever you'd like, I'll figure it out.

R.

And it was, of course, affixed with the seal of Rassilon.

So. Pretty textbook "long strange trip," that was.

Anyone miss me?

Rassilon had been busy for the past couple of weeks, searching the universe for chunks of lost time. When he didn't find them, he had to start breaking some rules, crossing into the previous universe. The old Time Lords weren't too happy to see him, but the ones that would become the Guardians of his universe were pretty helpful. They'd had some ( Read more... )

Rassilon? Me again. I know now. Like, what I need the opiates for.

( Private message for Rassilon )

Yo. You, me. My TARDIS. ASAP.

I have the aging gun in my possession.

Anyone who'd like to be put back to their right age is more than welcome to come and see me in Rassilon's TARDIS.

Paz and Damian, if you're both not back here in the next hour, I'll have to come find you. And that won't be pretty either. You're both in very very big trouble.

The TARDIS drifted. It was a good thing, the Doctor had decided, give the old girl a bit of a rest, there were a couple checks she wanted to run. And so they drifted ( Read more... )

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