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Take them off.

Edited 2008-01-06 02:56 (UTC)

Can't help but miss what you can't have anymore.

Yeah. But you can't have it. It's done.

You're bitter and I'm nostalgic. Quite a team, we are.

I'm not bitter! I'm realistic. It's not as though I don't miss it. I do. But it's gone, and I can't get it back.

No, we can't.

Doesn't mean it needs to be forgotten.

I guess not.

Maybe we should get together for Otherstide.

It's getting near to that time of year, isn't it?

Wouldn't mind that at all. Never very fun to spend holidays alone.

It's always Otherstide somewhen.

If you want to get traditional, you're preparing the feast. You do domestic better.

Okay, but I'll have you know that I've regenerated our sixth self's abilities in the kitchen. I have made friends with a rather lovely delivery woman from Beteras 4. She can always bring us a feast and we can pretend I prepared it.

... I'll get you a Cooking for Dummies book as your gift.

Delivery is fine. Can we have chips?

In return, I'll get you Tactful Gifts For Your Other Selves For Dummies.

Chips? Oh, absolutely. I got a banana daiquiri kit for Christmas, too.

Thanks. I've got a table in the second study that's a bit wobbly. That'll do nicely.

Fantastic. It'll be the best Otherstide feast since the Academy.

Well, as long as its put to good use.

Ohhhh, that's a good idea. What did we have that year? The cake with the edible ball bearings from Earth! Have to get some of those.

Everything seems better after it's gone.

It's that we can't have it anymore. That's what makes it so appealing. Now I'm actually homeless, and...well, having the possibility of having it is far better than just not.

*hug*

I can understand that. I'd missed having a home of my own when the Crimson chapter was hounding me.

My doors are always open. I know it isn't the same, but you do have people who care for you on this planet.

I should, one of these days. Be nice to meet that son of yours. The one you didn't mention the last time we talked.

*blink* You've been here since I adopted him. But maybe he was at school or something.

Though I understand some of the UNIT folk are putting bets on which incarnation of yours fathered him. *wink*

Edited 2008-01-06 03:38 (UTC)

Have I? This incarnation of me?

Well, as long as you let them know I'd be the gentlemanly sort should that have been the case and have married you. I'm no Leftbridge-Stewart.

Maybe it was one of the others. There are so many of you these days I lose track.

*snerk* How do you know I'd have married you? Not exactly the reliable sort, are you?

Besides, I'm perfectly capable of single motherhood.

*confuzzled! But I don't have a dad.

I didn't say he was your dad. I said people thought he was your dad.

You two have a lot in common.

Did you lose your home too?

Long time ago. In a War.

...Me too.

Last of your race?

Nearly. I'm half, but my Daddy, and Mister Vegeta are the only full ones left. And Mister Vegeta hates my Daddy.

Well, technically so am I, but don't tell anyone.

I'm the Doctor, by the way.

I won't! I'm a good secret-keep.

Doctor Who? My name is Gohan, Sir.

Just the Doctor.

Pleased to meet you, Gohan!

You too, Mister Doctor!

Where are you from?

It's... interesting what you can't see through those, isn't it?

Or you see what you didn't notice before.

If you were particularly unobservant.

Maybe I just didn't see things back then.

There're worse colours to see with. *soft smile* I like rose.