Oh dear god...

[who_never_would]

The Doctor paces the Nexus with an irritated expression on his face. In his arms he has a bag of fruit - they're predictably pears and bananas. The first pear he hucks off into the vast sea of couches, likely to clobber someone in the head roll under an easy chair somewhere. The second banana he tucks in his pocket. Then he throws another pear away

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[creag_an_tuire]

Having a pear thrown at your head is never a fun way to wake up. Unless you wake up hungry, because according to certain Doctors you only need one meal a day, and then oh look! A pear!

Jamie begins munching on the fruit as he tries to follow along with Ten's story, and as usual, fails quite miserably. "What... what was your question?"

[who_never_would]

The Doctor perches on the back of a couch, arms looped around his black-suited knees. Jamie has never been one to absorb too much information too quickly, so the Doctor offers him a banana - he does have quite a few. "Tell me why you're afraid of things that don't have any basis in reality. Like, oh, I dunno, monsters under your bed, that sort of thing."

[creag_an_tuire]

Jamie sets the banana aside for when he finishes with the pear, and thinks the question over for a bit. "Well, I think it's mostly children who are afraid of monsters under their beds, and children usually believe a lot more things than adults do."

[wrong_saxon]

The Master is looking appalled at the upper class' habit of hurling fruit rather amused by the Doctor's behavior. Bit more off his rocker than usual, but given that she had last seen him going off with her Self on an expedition to destroy the Earth....

Well, it's hardly unexpected.

"You do go on, Doctor. I would say the superstitions business is largely explained by the vast majority of people being daft. Sadly, not even our own people were immune, we had our share of frightening bedtime stories about the Toclafane, didn't we?"

She chuckles, tilting her head coyly. "Though that could be considered more a self-fulfilling prophecy than a superstition, couldn't it? They were the stuff of nightmares, weren't they, my children? I was so proud."

holy shit, so like, where did this week go?

[who_never_would]

"Humanity's always been good at making monsters of themselves," the Doctor smiles, munching around a banana and offering the Master one. It's been awhile since he's seen this version, and he's rather glad that she's come back around. "The Toclafane, though, really? I mean, aside from just making a cheap jab at me and rousing up all the old summer camp tales of the boogieman out beyond the stars... that was good though, really, I was really rather horrified when you said Toclafane."

Munch, munch, munch. There goes the rest of that banana. He tosses the peel into a nearby refuse bin. How it got there is unclear.

It went to the place that makes the Master B| at you.

[wrong_saxon]

"It wasn't a cheap jab. It was...insider knowledge. It amused me to name them something that you would recognize instantly as a Bad Thing, while all the little humans were completely clueless. I thought it was good, too. Rather like my speech on the telly. Remember that? 'What this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor.'

The Master grins as she peels her banana, wrapping her lips around the end suggestively for a moment. "If you try to tell me you don't like knowing things other people don't just as much as I do, I'll call you a liar, my dear Doctor."

[a_bit_cracked]

Lolita watches the Doctor from the sidelines for a moment, her expression shrewd. One of the many pears he throws carelessly out into the multiverse at large, she catches, merely holding it in her hands for a moment, feeling the heft of it, the faint texture of the skin and the woodiness of its scent.

'You know,' she says after a moment, 'I'm afraid I can't really see the appeal.'

They always had been terribly selfish, the Doctor and her Time Lord. Hurting each other and themselves without any regard for eventual consequences. Unbelievably blind to time for men who called themselves Lords of it. Lolita, of course, knows perfectly well what happened to this Doctor; she allowed it to happen, assisted with it, even, served as a weapon under his fingers. It's never been her place to intercede between the two of them, silly little men, fighting where no fight was necessary.

Still, it's interesting to watch some of the consequences. She wonders if the Master would think this worth it.

[who_never_would]

The Doctor chews on a banana, watching the girl from where he stands. It takes him a moment, but he tips his head to the side, offering one of his uneaten bananas and speaks around a mouthful of the mush. "Ohhh," he says, "Oh, you're his."

Well, good job, Doctor.

[a_bit_cracked]

She waggles the pear in her hand in answer to his offer of the banana, still watching him carefully. She can't help her smile, though, when he recognises her. He's been the first to do so, with the exception of the various Masters she's met, and she'd simply be insulted if they didn't know her.

One eyebrow arches, however, at his designation of her in the possessive. 'So to speak,' she says, light and cool. 'You always did have a skewed view of how precisely our sort of relationship works.'

[his_ship]

"Doctor... "

The TARDIS watches him, a sad expression on her face.

[who_never_would]