「time is waiting. 」

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Character(s): The Doctor and Amy Pond (tardytardis and dreamedofspace)
Location: Dollet
Rating: PG-13 for Amy's Scottish mouth. c:
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Geronimo!

[ Come along, Pond! was written on a pamphlet of Dollet, with a wide circle around the picture of the beach. He'd sent Skitty to deliver it to Amy, since, of course, he tried to stay as far away from Amy's dorm as he could. To him, she was a married woman, but to her, well... it seemed like she was still stuck before the events of the Pandorica. which was, of course, bad, in a normal sense, but this wasn't normal. they were in another dimension, in another world. it was very bad, indeed. However, the Doctor stood on the beach, enjoying the sea breeze as it tossed his hair and blew in his face. He'd omitted his tweed jacket, for once. It was far too warm for it. he was, however, prepared. with his mind. maps? pshaw. who needed maps when there were locals? ]

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[sharp]

Oh? [ because he never mentioned that. she sort of understood his, but... ] What was the reason? For his name, I mean.

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[ short sigh. ]

Not sure, mine was because of the doctorate I got in the Academy. I wasn't there when he picked his out, given he did when he...

[ falters, one leg folded over the other. he taps his hanging foot against his chair. ]

Well, he was ordered to chase after me, suppose that's when he picked it.

[sharp]

[ she raises her eyebrows in slight surprise. ]

So, you actually did pass some exams then.

[ but the next bit really throws her off. she leans forward against the table. ]

Hang on. I'm sorry, what? Chase after you?

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[ he waves a hand. ]

Did some bad stuff, he had to be sent to come after me.

[sharp]

[ tilts her head. ]

I don't believe you. I mean, of all people, you did something bad?

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No one's ever truly innocent, Pond.

[sharp]

...What did you do?

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[ gently pats her hand, standing. ]

[sharp]

[ look down at her hand for a moment, and then finally nods. ]

Right. Yeah. I'm all finished anyway.

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[ he bends his arm, interlinking their arms as they throw away their containers and go along their way. ]

[sharp]

[ she stands and her arm slips around his neatly. ]

So, pub now? Orrr...?

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No shopping? [ though as soon as he says it, he instantly regrets it, because this probably means she will want to shop. gdit. ]

[sharp]

Shopping? [ her eyes light up as she looks over. oh doctor you called it. exactly. ] How did I forget that? 'Course!

[ bumps his shoulder. ] Thanks for reminding me.

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[sharp]

Oi! You promised.

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I know. [ why did i do that. ]

[sharp]

Don't fuss. It'll just be one store. I don't want to have to carry too much back. [ and by "her" she means "him." ]

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[ he knows that. Donna liked shopping, too. ]

[sharp]

[ arms locked together, she takes the opportunity to tug him along with her to the first clothing shop they come to. ]

C'mon, Doctor. Pick up those feet.

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[ oh--clothes? sob. ]

Honestly, all of Dollet and we're in a shop... I don't have to wait for you changing, do I?

[sharp]

Yes, actually. What else are you going to do?

[ she lets go of his arm and starts rummaging through the racks. ]

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I was going to go look for trouble, but, oh, clothes commentary will do just fine.

[sharp]

[ she pulls out a few things, draping them over her arm. ]

Oh good. Then, you sit--

[ grabs shoulders and forces ushers him down into a seat outside the dressing room. ]

Here. Yeah?

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[ plops down, and brushes his bangs out of his eyes. he leans back. ]

Yes, go on. I won't move.

[sharp]

[ grinning, obviously satisfied, she spins around and heads for the dressing room. there's a minute or so of rustling around and then peeks her head from the door. ]

Ready?

[ without his answer, she steps out wearing a dress. ]

What do you think of this? Not sure how I feel about the color.