Take a sad song and make it better.

[vegas_never]

It had started as a fairly innocuous morning, not unlike any other. After a bit of a snuggle with Sarah Jane, Peter had made his way to the Compound for a shower and some breakfast. Some coffee and a pastry, and he had to admit, the coffee quality was much, much improved since they'd discovered the plants and started grinding their own

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[tardistraveller]

Damn bugs were beginning to truly irritate her.

Or at least, that was the easy thing to say. She had gone and patched the ... thing, right up, and had been scratching idly at the arm as she wandered along and caught a sight out of the corner of her eye that was becoming far more normal than not (which should have been something worrisome to begin with, but really, when one had seen the Loch Ness monster and yourself as a robot, things paled).

She waited for the chorus and pitched along a sung line in reply.

[vegas_never]

Peter grinned to see and hear her, one of those big grins that seemed to take up the whole damned room, and swept an arm around her waist once the song was done. "Morning," he greeted, and pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth.

[tardistraveller]

"Well, it certainly is mmfhg..." 'Now' had been the operative word to finish that sentence, but then there was the kiss and she eased an arm around his waist for balance. She was still much shorter, so she always felt almost midget-like in her presence with Peter. Not that she minded.

She eased away. "Certainly is now," she finished properly with a genuine smile up at him. "Now what are you up to? Besides, of course, the Beatles?"

[vegas_never]

"Is there anything more important than the Beatles?" Peter asked her with faux incredulity, still keeping her a little closer than was proper for a public locale. "I thought I'd go for a bit of a hike later," he continued, more serious. "Saw a climbing rose the other day, thought I'd try to get you a cutting of it for the garden."

[purplensparkly]

Trance looked up from her book when she heard singing. And then she blinked. It was the Doctor. Smiling to herself, she couldn't help but start humming along. It was certainly a catchy tune and she could see why someone would suddenly start singing it.

After a minute, she started clapping. "Very nice, Doctor."

[vegas_never]

At that point, Peter wasn't certain whether to be flattered or irritated at being mistaken for the Doctor. He tried to take it all with a grain of salt, and that it was anyone other than Sarah Jane doing the mistaking helped.

"I'm not the Doctor," he answered once the song was done, and the moment he opened his mouth and spoke in with his Scottish brogue, he felt certain that would be clear enough anyhow. "But thank you." He grinned, even though he was only vaguely aware of what he was being praised for.

[purplensparkly]

Trance buried her face in her hands. "Not again," she said, but there was laughter in her voice. After a minute, she peeked through her fingers. "You didn't have the accent when you sang," she accused. "Or at least I didn't hear it."

She stood up slowly and walked over to him, circling him. "Hmm. Well, Giacomo was really different than the Doctor." She didn't mention that she'd mistaken him for the Doctor, too. "I think...you have shorter hair. Not so messy."

There. That should be enough to distinguish them in the future. From looks alone, at least. The voice was a dead giveaway.

[vegas_never]

Peter blinked. "I do?" His eyes went towards his hairline, as if he might actually be able to see his own hair. Both hands pulled up on his hair to see how long it had gotten. Apparently, the state of his hair was of more note just that moment than the fact that he was conversing with a woman who was purple.