lundi 20 janvier 2020

We Text

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There's an itch in his fingers and the Doctor takes a step backwards, patting his pockets until he surfaces with a broken golf pencil and a crumpled mess that had once been part of a receipt from some 27th century outlet mall but is now a glorious bit of scrap paper. He scribbles a number on it that belongs to a cellphone that he barely checks these days. 

 

"Tell you what, give me a call if you need anything, and I'll see if I can pull a few strings. Can't have anyone left behind, can we?"

 

The Doctor crosses paths with O on his first day of work at MI6 and gives him his phone number in case he needs anything. It's a while before O finally sends that first text.

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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