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That's good. People tend to need it.

Of course people need help, Clara. And, here I am willing to do what I can to help those in need with their troubles!

With the indispensable aid of your amazing companion, of course! Can't forget that.

[ That prompted a smile from The Doctor. ] Of course I can't forget you, my impossible girl. And, to think of all the good we did in such a short amount of time.

Well that's a great belief to live by! [Wonder if he's a doctor.]

[ Her Mona Lisa smile quirked into a grin. ] Of all the good we'll keep doing, too. M'not done with you yet, Chin Boy.

Of course it's a great belief to live by! I would call it my own personal code of honor. [ He might agree or argue that point. ] Mmm, along with meddling, but it's a good kind of meddling.

Willingness to aid, verses the belief in following the prime directive have on occasion caused strain amongst my own crew.

What's with you and your obsession with my chin? [ This prompted him to run his hand along his jawline. ] This is the chin that belongs to many great heroes!

You make it sound as though I'm poking fun! [ Which she was. But it was as much an endearment as it was entertainment at his expense. ] It's magnificent.

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I've looked at that Prime Directive. And, while I do agree with some of it, there are things that would put me at odds with it. [ His features hardened, and he took an even tone. ] There's no wrong in helping others without having to interfere with their evolutionary path.

Even I have rules that I must follow. [ And break. ] And, without them, there would be devastating consequences.

You're welcome to try, but I think I'm beyond help.

The philosophy is admirable, though as one man acting independently the consequences of your decisions reflect only on you. The Prime Directive is structured to align the decision making process of many individuals, and to represent a clear stance on what can be expected of the Federation.

I do not believe it is out of any sense of apathy that non involvement is prefered, rather the respect for the organic development of a culture and people that should be protected.

Giving a stick with a nail in it to a culture that hasn't figured out how to use the stick first, well that makes perfect sense. It's when you have people with a stick with a nail using it to oppress others, that's where I draw that line in the sand.

[ The Doctor gave Spock a thin smile, and he wandered up to his new found friend. ]

And, that's when I tend to get involved. [ The Doctor might not agree with everything that concerned the Prime Directive, and he laughed. ] But, I've exposed myself to plenty of primitive cultures during my nine hundred years of traveling.

You aren't?! [ The Doctor missed the compliment by a mile, and he gives his chin a good slap. ] But, but, but... It is a great chin!

[ He avoided making a comment about her nose. ] And, you... [ The Doctor tried to find something to say. ] Well, you're... Um.

Well, not only. [ She hummed, considering, but said nothing more on the matter of his exceptional chin. ]

I know. [ Clara decided to take all that tongue fumbling as a compliment. ] Thank you.

Thank you, for what? [ The Doctor stopped fumbling with his tongue, and he stared at Clara with a confused look on his face. ]

If that's what you truly believe then perhaps you are beyond help.

Once I remember, I don't think I'll be nearly as pessimistic.

[ She reached, pinched his cheek, and simpered. ] You really can be quite sweet.

Now! [ Turning away, nearly twirling, the diminutive brunette perched her hands on the console and eyed him expectantly. ] Where shall we grace our goodness today?

The goal of protecting undeveloped cultures from more aggressive ones is important to the Federation as well, Doctor.

[Spock is indeed curious about this new apparent friend of his. If even a fraction of his stories contain truth, the Doctor has experienced many things in traveling the Universe, and that kind of discovering is what drew Spock to Starfleet in the first place.]

I would be curious to see how your presence has influenced those cultures.

I'm glad to hear that it's willing to help those who are in need. [ The Doctor did not dare go into Pompeii nor what happened with Bowie Base One. It was when Spock asked about the cultures that came in contact with him, and what eventually happened that he lowered his head.

He reached a hand over to the table infront of him, and he picked up that mug of tea he had the food replicator prepare for him complete with a sleeve of Jammie Dodgers. ] I don't stick around long enough to see what happens.

I see. [Spock was content with his own tea, a lightly flavored citrus blend.]

This is perhaps a question of an overly personal nature, but what of your own people, Doctor? Your home world?

My people and my homeworld are both gone. [ The Doctor turned himself around, and he grasped his hands around the warm teacup with a somber look in those ancient eyes of his. ] They were lost in a great war against a race called the Daleks.

[ The memories of what happened still haunted him, and while has able to carry on, that pain is still there. He went and he looked down at the strong cup of tea, the bag was still floating in the mug. But, he has gotten used to telling this, and the eyes of the lonely god found themselves looking back up to the Vulcan. ] A war that I was responsible for ending for the sake of all creation.

Ow! [ The Doctor reached his hand up for his cheek after she pinched it. ] Sweet? Now that's a new one, and anyway, I was thinking about visiting Picaso.

[ He stepped aside, and he wandered back over to the console and he started to push buttons and pull levers. ] He still owes me a painting!

[Very little changes in Spock's expression, however there is a moment of silence as he thinks over what the Doctor has confided in him. Similarly, the loss of a planet and it's people weigh deeply upon the Vulcan as well as the Time Lord.

As does the burden of responsibility.]

I am sorry for your loss. [A human phrase that Spock finds to carry a meaning heavier than the small amount of words imply.]

[ The Doctor nodded his head. ] Thank you. [ He liked that he didn't have to explain more than he needed to. He went and forced a smile. ] What about your people?

[There is a pause as Spock attempts to piece together how to explain the similarities in their situation.]

My people are building a home on New Vulcan. I believe that they will do well there. Eventually I shall join them. [Though it was going to have to wait until after the five year mission, at least.]

[ The Doctor did not want to make it all about him, he wanted to take into consideration the feelings of his friend. He placed the mug down on the table besides him, and he had to bite back the urge... oh, he forgets about boundaries and he went to give Spock a quick comforting hug.

He offered a smile to go along with the hug. ] I can understand the need to want to be with your own. Me? I'm not sure I would go home if I had a chance to.

[It was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. Spock had very little physical contact with Humans, or any other species, unless he was quite familiar with the individual. Yet, he was not offended by the Doctor's sympathetic outburst. Indeed, he was quite touched, in his own muted fashion.]

There are many logical reasons to discount the idea of returning to one's own home planet. [He only hopes that the Doctor's reasons are good, and not detrimental to the man's own well being.]

Is this why you insist on traveling at such an impetuous pace?