and how you're always turning back too late; Open to fitz_fortune

[holycrap2hearts]

(Continued from this event.)

By the time he had finished discussing Charley with the Master, all hell had broken loose.  He wandered around the (somewhat panicking) crowd for a while, frantically searching for Ianto, to make certain he was okay.  He told himself that dealing with Charley could wait; if what he'd been told about her spending stupidly

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[fitz_fortune]

Fitz had missed the majority of the commotion at the fair while futilely chasing a bit of skirt. So, his ego a bit bruised, Fitz wandered aimlessly back onto the main fair grounds in hope for a bit of candyfloss or a last minute go at one of the rides. Noticing the slight panic of the crowd, and taking note, for the first time this evening, the smell of smoke and something burning hanging in the air, he quickens his pace a bit and looks around.

Decidedly not good, Fitz thinks.

Almost instinctively, he scans the spaces between the stalls for the familiar shape of the TARDIS. He finds it quickly and frowns at seeing the Doctor down and leaning against the door, head leaning back. Maybe he's just resting - but it's an odd place to rest, isn't? When he's got chairs just inside. Fitz heads toward him at a jog, wondering if something had gone wrong and the Doc had gotten himself hurt.

In a few moments he's next to the Doctor, a somewhat relieved expression on his face. He takes a deep breath and exhales before speaking.

"...alright?"

[holycrap2hearts]

Someone's coming over, he realizes. He looks up. Oh, Fitz. The Doctor smiles. No need in moping about when others are around, it might only bring them down, and then where would they be?

He picks himself up off the ground, dusting the dirt off his jacket. "Yes, perfectly. Exciting fair, wasn't it? I am glad that so few were hurt, though I can only imagine how angry the Brigadier must be at the turn of events. Why do you ask, by the way?"

[fitz_fortune]

Fitz looks around at the fair, attempting for a moment to appraise how exciting it was by the general nervousness of the crowd, before giving up and shrugging.

"Wouldn't know, really. Wasn't around." Fitz doesn't really want to get into the blow-by-blow of his pick-up failure, so he moves on to asking what went wrong. "So, what happened? Slimy green aliens with ray guns?" Fitz sniffs at the air and furrows his brow. "Exploding candy floss?"

[holycrap2hearts]

"No no, nothing like that." He thinks, anyway. He's not entirely certain. "The Ferris wheel caught flame. Common occurrence. You have to be careful with these things."

The Doctor pauses, taking time to notice a ladybird crawling up the side of the TARDIS a ways before flying off. "Would you like some tea?" he asks suddenly. "I could go for some about now, how about you?"