Right, well, he managed not to forget, but the TARDIS landed in five seperate decades, apparently too excited to land where she intended. And, finally, he landed in Kansas, in the right decade, but ten blocks off.
Not willing to risk a short hop, the Doctor hailed a taxi. And it would be said taxi that will be pulling up in front of Dorothy, with a rather apologetic Doctor inside. (He might be a few minutes late and that was absolutely not the intention!)
Well, a taxi was not what she was expecting, but at least he made it there, and that's the important thing, right? Right. Adjusting the shoulder strap on her bag, Dorothy walks over and leans into the taxi's window.
"Just so you know, I'm not paying for your cab fare." And then she reaches in and kisses him like she hasn't seen him in a month, which she hasn't.
"So what's with the taxi? Couldn't remember where I live?" Dorothy opens the door and shoos the Doctor over, hopping in. "Thought your memory got better since your eighth."
The Doctor would like to apologize, but that kiss was absolutely not appropriate. As in, it wasn't nearly long enough. He chooses not to answer at first, but instead pulls her back in for a significantly longer snog.
Dorothy was all set to protest that he wasn't going to answer her question, and part of her brain was probably still going "Hey." about it, but all she could really do was smile. He was here. She was sitting in the back of a taxi, tucked against his side, both his hearts were beating and he was breathing and looking at her and smiling and that nagging feeling in the back of her head that hadn't stopped twanging away in a month finally shut up.
For a minute, she thought her heart would burst from contentment. He didn't die while she was gone, and they were together again.
"Me too," she mutters, because she can't really muster the cynicism necessary to make a smart comment right about now. "One month is too long to let you out of my sight, I'm finding."
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Not willing to risk a short hop, the Doctor hailed a taxi. And it would be said taxi that will be pulling up in front of Dorothy, with a rather apologetic Doctor inside. (He might be a few minutes late and that was absolutely not the intention!)
"Dorothy!"
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"Just so you know, I'm not paying for your cab fare." And then she reaches in and kisses him like she hasn't seen him in a month, which she hasn't.
"So what's with the taxi? Couldn't remember where I live?" Dorothy opens the door and shoos the Doctor over, hopping in. "Thought your memory got better since your eighth."
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Then, he says. "I'm glad to see you."
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For a minute, she thought her heart would burst from contentment. He didn't die while she was gone, and they were together again.
"Me too," she mutters, because she can't really muster the cynicism necessary to make a smart comment right about now. "One month is too long to let you out of my sight, I'm finding."
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