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[thentherewas8]

Sometimes when the TARDIS refused to work, she needed a bit of a tune-up. Sometimes a gentle thump was all it took. Sometimes she was being a temperamental old mother hen and he had to go get a sandwich and maybe some tea, and when he came back she'd be ready to go again. Even on a couple occasions it had taken crossing his eyes, sticking his

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[literaryloser]

Fitz had been disturbed from his customary lurking by all this ridiculous cleaning business, and has resorted to joining the Doctor- by joining, he means walking up behind, smoking, and asking "What th' hell, Doc?"

[literaryloser]

Fitz makes a disgusted face. "Christ, Doc, what've you been doing?"

He exits the TARDIS, and catches sight of the little sign. He tries to hide an approving look- people had best heed the sign; he didn't want anyone breaking His Doctor.

[thentherewas8]

"Unexpected gaseous substances found in machinery during repairs." The Doctor almost succeeded in looking shifty. All this time around his other selves was obviously a bad influence.

[literaryloser]

..."Right." Fitz doesn't want to know.

He settles in a chair. "Any requests?"

[thentherewas8]

Getting back to work, the Doctor glanced at Fitz with a smile. "Oh, I don't know. Anything you like."

[literaryloser]

Fits smiles back, and starts picking out a song he knows the Doctor likes.

"Well, I would walk 500 miles..."