Ever since ending up as himself again, Lee had mostly been keeping scarce. He'd managed to avoid The Master for the rest of the time that he'd been stuck as Martha, due in large part to the fact that he was in a constant state of both wanting to go back to his hut and find his sidearm, and to spend as much time with him as possible.
None of it made any frakking sense, and quite frankly, Lee didn't feel like dealing with it. Martha had been right, it was none of his business. Her life, her decision to live and sleep with a mass murderer.
After ITF training that day, Lee had somehow managed to not eat anything. And so, he was on his way to do just that, on the main path to the compound when the Doctor showed up.
The Doctor was a bit shocked to run into Lee. Fortuitous timing, perhaps, to find the man he was looking for, but he wasn't about to get on his knees and give thanks. No time for that.
"Lee," he said simply, his jaw set. "Just the bloke I was looking for. We need to talk."
Usually, the Doctor would have asked Lee if he was in the middle of something, had been at least some kind of polite, but this was not that time. "After this whole...switching...business," he started, walking alongside Lee, "I've been thinking, and I don't think we can just let things go on like this. With her."
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None of it made any frakking sense, and quite frankly, Lee didn't feel like dealing with it. Martha had been right, it was none of his business. Her life, her decision to live and sleep with a mass murderer.
After ITF training that day, Lee had somehow managed to not eat anything. And so, he was on his way to do just that, on the main path to the compound when the Doctor showed up.
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"Lee," he said simply, his jaw set. "Just the bloke I was looking for. We need to talk."
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"Okay, sure." He said, and didn't bother to ask why, because it was pretty frakking obvious why he wanted to talk and what he'd want to talk about.
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