by Eggling
Zoe only barely managed to turn her snort into an awkward cough. It was not fair, to be so dismissive of the Doctor’s hard-won little victory. Their task was a difficult one – working their way up the ranks of such a tightly-knit circle of elites was always going to take time – and besides, she could hardly say that she was doing better herself. But it sounded so small, after all the time they had spent wheedling and flattering, attending dinners and not-so-accidentally bumping into people as they went about their business.
In which Zoe finds herself being decidedly less than logical. For logical reasons, of course.
Words: 2335, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (1963)
- Rating: General Audiences
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Second Doctor, Jamie McCrimmon, Zoe Heriot
- Relationships: Second Doctor/Jamie McCrimmon
- Additional Tags: the two/jamie is almost nonexistent, this is primarily a fic about zoe and her no brain cells dads
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