http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2009-12-15 05:35 am (UTC)

Oh he'd been so right when he'd thought she was interesting, hadn't he?

She was perceptive, it seemed. Perhaps too perceptive. Had she travelled with the Doctor? He didn't think so. But she seemed to understand how he worked. And maybe not even understand on the superficial level but understand a little deeper. Understand how people like him and the Doctor had to operate.

It was almost unsettling.

Oh and there was something there in her he could recognise too. A loneliness, perhaps, or a loss. Something not quite tangible, but something definite.

But just as he didn't know everything about her, she didn't know everything about him. She couldn't know everything.

"Oh I'm unique all right," he told her. And he wasn't trying to lord up his own importance by any means. But he knew that his fixed nature combined with time and its delicacies could cause much more damage than any (for want of a better word) normal person.

"It could do," he admitted, "depending when he knows you." He thought a little, curious. "Is he with anyone? When you've seen him, has he ever had anyone with him?"

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