ext_61593 ([identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2010-01-06 03:15 am (UTC)

The Doctor gaped. "But---That's mine."

How was that possible? It wasn't, that was for certain. It was not possible that the man had his sonic, he---he---what did he do with his old sonic?

He felt that stabbing in his gut as his mind tried to compensate for the missing data. He melted it down and put it into the TARDIS. That was right, wasn't it? Because he--he had to---

He collapsed forward again and grasped Jack's arm for support. He cried out in pain, equally for the time distortion and for the wrong feeling of Jack.

"What are you doing to me?" he demanded.

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