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The Doctor was pleased he'd decided to make a quick trip to London. Oh, humans had their flaws--many of them, in fact--but there were a few things they did right; for instance, their culinary abilities were not, in his not-so-humble opinion, surpassed by any other species in the world. They also loved music, and performed it quite well, and he was

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[imnot_hisgirl]

Martha was having a very bad day.

It wasn't just any sort of very bad day, this was a mark 7.8 bad day, where she was running late after having missed a lunch date with Tom and two aliens had decided to trash her flat. She'd caught the aliens, apologized to Tom, and was now in a jog down the street with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper over her hair to avoid the drizzle of rain.

Which was when the heel of her shoe broke and sent her tumbling into the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry!"

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He'd been too oblivious to notice when she'd been jogging with the coffee and newspaper still in hand--quite a few people in the city were doing nearly the exact same thing, actually--but he did take notice when she fell in front of him. While he'd only just admitted to himself that he enjoyed the rain, falling in it wasn't at all a pleasant experience, so he could sympathize with the unfortunate stranger.

"Oh, dear," the Doctor mumbled, switching his brolly so that it hung from the crook of his elbow, freeing up both of his hands to reach out and help her up. "Are you all right?"

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Centuries of hearing derisive comments regarding his sartorial taste had made the Doctor, by now, immune to the offhanded insult, or casual remark. So he might have disregarded the young man entirely had it not been for his peculiar companion. The Doctor didn't personally find a teddy bear to be anything other than a reasonable friend, but he was at least mildly aware that other humans would view it as odd. If nothing else, the young man stood out.

"Curious," the Doctor murmured quietly to himself before addressing the young man. "I find my choice of fashion to be nothing if not pragmatic."

[ooc: Well, hello there, you! Thank you for addressing such a dire need in my life. And it's a character with a teddy bear to boot; I highly approve.]

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Well, perhaps Sebastian was actually far more correct in his answer than the Doctor would ever admit to. As it was, the Time Lord smiled faintly, almost patronizingly at the young man.

"Pragmatic, should I find myself in a cool environment. It's far easier to take a garment off, should the need arise, than it is to search for extra layers when one needs them most. Which is precisely why I always carry an umbrella with me at all times as well. Such a thing has far more uses than the average person realizes."

The Doctor paused in his ramblings to stick his hand out. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. I know the name of your young friend here," the Doctor pointed to the teddy bear, "but you've yet to tell me yours; I suppose because I haven't asked."

[aces_are_rare]

Ace was sure her eyes were playing tricks on her. They had been the last seventeen times she had 'seen' the Professor in a month and a half. A brown coat, a panama hat, a black brolly, a curly head of hair - all of them made her look again, all of them had disappointed her. After running after a stranger and jumping onto a bus as it pulled away, just because she saw two-toned brown shoes, she had told herself she was done. The Professor was gone and he wasn't - or couldn't - come back. She had to stop waiting for him

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Having been expecting to meet Ace on this corner within the next hour, the Doctor wasn't at all surprised to hear Ace's voice. He was, however, very surprised to hear the words coming out of her mouth. Though she had been upset before--as naturally any two people together as long as they'd been would be bound to have tiffs now and again--she'd never seemed this angry. There was so much vehemence behind her words (words usually directed at other people), and he was taken aback. What had transpired for Ace in the last hour since he'd seen her?

The Doctor frowned, his dark eyes swimming with confusion as he took a step back.

"Ace?"

[aces_are_rare]

It was him. She had known that, but when he turned and actually faced her, that familiar perplexed expression on his features, she felt awash with emotion. She was so relieved that she almost forgot everything and simply threw herself into his arms, but the anger was still a hard ball in her gut and she couldn't forget it.

"No. You don't get to pull that innocent expression and use my name like that when you know what it does to me. You don't get to just waltz back here after all this time and think that I'll just drop everything and... damn it all, Professor, you don't get to do this to me. Anyone else, but not me."

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The Doctor was even more confused; clearly, Ace was deeply upset with him, and he hadn't the faintest idea why. She had told him that she wouldn't raise a fuss about him wandering off by himself as long as he promised to go to the cafe and back to the TARDIS. So far, he'd done just that, and was simply waiting to meet Ace where they'd agreed to see each other. They were both here, yet, something was terribly wrong.

"Honestly, Ace, I haven't the faintest idea what I'm supposed to have done to upset you so," the Doctor responded, his face still dark and frowning.