lundi 17 juin 2019

Poached Eggs and Responsibility on Toast

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“I’m the Doctor. Nice to meet you - lovely begonias by the way - what’s your name?”

The boy huffed and puffed his cheeks again, never letting up on his glare. He kept his arms tightly folded. “You’re on my dinosaur.”

The Doctor blinked. Her head then tilted, bird-like, with confusion. “Your… dinosaur?”

“Yes! You’re standing on him!”

(In which 13 is being kinda a hopeless echo of her old parent-self, and a fairly precocious little kid gets caught up in the chaos quite by accident. Will the Doctor manage to pay for her heinous crimes on Earth and bring him back in time for tea?

Maybe.

 

If the dinosaurs aren't an issue...)

Words: 2634, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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