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Author: toastofrassilon
Character/Fandom: Damon/Doctor Who
Prompt: poker face
Word Count: 394
Summary: In which Damon confronts Maxil, and figures out a long-term solution to his problems.
Author Notes/Warnings: None!
When Damon reappeared on Gallifrey, he was sopping wet from his encounter with the invisible water monster. He gave himself a moment to change his robe (one that looked exactly the same, so as not to arouse even more suspicion - not that he had much variety in his wardrobe anyway), and paced a bit, debating how to approach this situation. Commander Maxil was standing at his front door, demanding to search the place.
But what Damon couldn’t understand was why. He had, after all, received permission from the High Council to seal off the computer room, and surely the Castellan would recognise that authority. Unless Commander Maxil wasn’t here under orders from the Castellan. With that in mind, Damon left his room and approached the Commander again.
“I will need to confirm your authorisation for this inspection, Commander Maxil,” he insisted, recalling the tactic he’d used to stall him from recalling the Doctor’s TARDIS. It hadn’t worked then, but perhaps it would work now. “Without the Castellan’s approval, you are trespassing on my property, and invading my privacy. You must understand my position.” His face betrayed none of his nerves, or his irritation. He was only stating the facts.
When the Commander was unable to provide a decent counter-argument, or even proof of any authorisation at all, Damon knew he had won. He still planned to meet with the Castellan, of course. The late Councillor Hedin had once said that the Castellan was sensitive to public opinion, and Damon knew that if word got out about unauthorised inspections, that public opinion would quickly turn sour. The Chancellery Guard was the Castellan’s responsibility, and it was essential they obeyed all aspects of Gallifreyan law. After all, they were the ones who enforced it.
After Commander Maxil left his quarters, Damon returned to his room. He eyed his closet for a long moment, contemplating the entrance to the Doctor’s TARDIS...to Jamie. He had come to rely on the Doctors and their companions too much, perhaps. He remembered Jamie jumping into the water to help him, and winced. Of course, he was grateful for any help he received on the Plane. But he also knew the freedom and company the Plane offered was beginning to change him in ways that made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it was a good thing that he could return home again.
Character/Fandom: Damon/Doctor Who
Prompt: poker face
Word Count: 394
Summary: In which Damon confronts Maxil, and figures out a long-term solution to his problems.
Author Notes/Warnings: None!
When Damon reappeared on Gallifrey, he was sopping wet from his encounter with the invisible water monster. He gave himself a moment to change his robe (one that looked exactly the same, so as not to arouse even more suspicion - not that he had much variety in his wardrobe anyway), and paced a bit, debating how to approach this situation. Commander Maxil was standing at his front door, demanding to search the place.
But what Damon couldn’t understand was why. He had, after all, received permission from the High Council to seal off the computer room, and surely the Castellan would recognise that authority. Unless Commander Maxil wasn’t here under orders from the Castellan. With that in mind, Damon left his room and approached the Commander again.
“I will need to confirm your authorisation for this inspection, Commander Maxil,” he insisted, recalling the tactic he’d used to stall him from recalling the Doctor’s TARDIS. It hadn’t worked then, but perhaps it would work now. “Without the Castellan’s approval, you are trespassing on my property, and invading my privacy. You must understand my position.” His face betrayed none of his nerves, or his irritation. He was only stating the facts.
When the Commander was unable to provide a decent counter-argument, or even proof of any authorisation at all, Damon knew he had won. He still planned to meet with the Castellan, of course. The late Councillor Hedin had once said that the Castellan was sensitive to public opinion, and Damon knew that if word got out about unauthorised inspections, that public opinion would quickly turn sour. The Chancellery Guard was the Castellan’s responsibility, and it was essential they obeyed all aspects of Gallifreyan law. After all, they were the ones who enforced it.
After Commander Maxil left his quarters, Damon returned to his room. He eyed his closet for a long moment, contemplating the entrance to the Doctor’s TARDIS...to Jamie. He had come to rely on the Doctors and their companions too much, perhaps. He remembered Jamie jumping into the water to help him, and winced. Of course, he was grateful for any help he received on the Plane. But he also knew the freedom and company the Plane offered was beginning to change him in ways that made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it was a good thing that he could return home again.