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Who: The Fifth (
broken_clock ) and Eighth (
interferes ) Doctors
What: Bonding and fixing Eight's TARDIS. Also, tea.
When: May 19th, right after this.
Where: Eight's TARDIS
Rating: PG, I should think.
Well, this wasn't the strangest situation the Doctor had ever been in, but it was pretty close. Trapped in a pocket universe with three of his other selves, several companions, the Master, a few hundred other residents, and missing the memories of someone who was clearly important. It was certainly a bit surreal, even for him.
He sighed and gave a reassuring pat to the TARDIS, who hummed. Poor girl, she still wasn't quite steady after San Fransisco, although he'd done some cursory repairs. But he had his Fifth to help him with that -- and wouldn't it be strange to see himself again! He had to admit a certain fondness for that incarnation, even if he had said some rather unkind things about it after regeneration. But that was regeneration for you -- always a gamble.
Slipping out of the console room, he fetched a worn toolbox and some tea, the latter being set on the console as he returned. The toolbox came with him as he crouched under the console, trying to see the extent of the damage -- he'd left the doors open for his other self.
broken_clock ) and Eighth (
interferes ) Doctors
What: Bonding and fixing Eight's TARDIS. Also, tea.
When: May 19th, right after this.
Where: Eight's TARDIS
Rating: PG, I should think.
Well, this wasn't the strangest situation the Doctor had ever been in, but it was pretty close. Trapped in a pocket universe with three of his other selves, several companions, the Master, a few hundred other residents, and missing the memories of someone who was clearly important. It was certainly a bit surreal, even for him.
He sighed and gave a reassuring pat to the TARDIS, who hummed. Poor girl, she still wasn't quite steady after San Fransisco, although he'd done some cursory repairs. But he had his Fifth to help him with that -- and wouldn't it be strange to see himself again! He had to admit a certain fondness for that incarnation, even if he had said some rather unkind things about it after regeneration. But that was regeneration for you -- always a gamble.
Slipping out of the console room, he fetched a worn toolbox and some tea, the latter being set on the console as he returned. The toolbox came with him as he crouched under the console, trying to see the extent of the damage -- he'd left the doors open for his other self.