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I have heard it said that they are a friendly flower. Despite the illogical nature of that statement, I believe it was meant in truth.

[ The Doctor looked down at the dainty daisy, it wasn't exactly big or splendid to look at but The Doctor had saw something special in it when he risked the hairs on the back of his hands to bring it back with him to the Enterprise for Sulu.

He turned his head away to look up at Spock, and that was a different to have explained the little flower. ] We used to have flowers like these back on Gallifrey that grew on the mountains near my home when I was just a boy. But yeah, I can see how they would look like a friendly flower, and I don't see how your statement was illogical.

...Like whot?

[ The Doctor had been looking at some tiny daisies off on the side of the walkway, and he lifted his head when he heard someone answer him. ] Because, no matter how insignificant they are, they still can be the most stunning flower in a field or in this case a crack in the middle of the walkway.

[ Johnny frowns then reaches over him, plucking two daisies out from the crack in the sidewalk, pinching them at the ends where they'd been severed from their roots. ] I like bat orchids. These, you can find these anywhere. Daisies, I mean.

[ He plucks a petal from the flower, rubbing it between the pads of this thumb and index finger, which come away dusty when he drops it. Wiping his fingertips off on the Doctor's bowtie, ] How're you?

Something doesn't have to be extremely rare to be appreciated! [ The Doctor left the remaining daisies remain be, and he steps off to the side to avoid stepping on them ] But even you should know how significant a daisy is to us.

[ The Doctor stops himself from going into a tirade about the poor flowers, and he focuses on the fact there is a half-breed metacrisis in his space. ] I'm fine, busy, but I'm fine.

Busy. Of course you're busy. [ Of course he'd expected that answer. Having no real concept of personal space -- or having too much of a concept, and all-too eagerly invading it -- he reaches forward and tucks a daisy in behind the Doctor's ear. ] There. It matches your bowtie. That's cute.

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[ The Doctor was normally the one invading the space of others, and he leans himself back just a bit when the hand goes to put the daisy behind his ear. He quickly went to remove the intruding flower, and he now goes to ask an important question. ] Perhaps you should explain to me how you escaped Pete's World?

[ He keeps his face blank as the flower's removed, and continues to do so as he's asked, until a brief twitch of the lips gives him away and he turns on one heel just a bit, bouncing on it, a practiced lying stance. It's a stance he uses when he wants the person to know he's lying or omitting. ] Why do you use the word 'escaped'? I thought you were giving Rose and me each other -- not locking me away. I've got your brain, Doctor. [ He taps the side of his own head. ] I know enough to know how to get out.

[ The Doctor holds the small flower inbetween his fingers, and he shows no signs of discarding it. The Doctor never forgot that day, a day that he had full of sorrow and regrets for what he did with Donna. He never forgot seeing the face of the Metacrisis, nor did he forget what was done to the Daleks and Davros that day.

It was all something that was needed to be done, but The Doctor would have preferred to find another way to have handled it. Sure, the Daleks survived and Davros is crafty enough to get out of almost anything. The Doctor just continues to stand there with the flower between his finger, and he took a walk around Johnny to take a good look at him. ]

You weren't a prisoner, but you weren't exactly free to punch through the walls to escape into this universe. [ Oooh, now that rattles him just a little bit. ] You still aren't answering my question, on how you got out, and what about Rose.

[Their mission had been a success. Much more than that, it had provided Spock with a unique experience in traveling through time. The Vulcan's curiosity was likely to prove dangerous again, if they continued to make a habit of these meetings.]

The flower has no feeling toward you, Doctor. It has no capacity for them.

[Or did it?]

They are a bit charming, aren't they?

[ The Doctor bends down to gently pick the daisy, and he walks over to Amy to place it in her hair. ] I wouldn't exactly call them charming; I would call them perky or maybe even plucky.

[ She raises her eyebrows and lets him slip the dainty little flower behind her ear, a contrast against the bright ginger of her hair. ] Plucky. Like me, eh? [ Amy grins, touching the daisy lightly with her fingertips. ]

[ When it came to running off to somewhere new and exciting, The Doctor was highly unpredictable and he enjoyed living a life on the edge. He stood up from his chair, and he grabbed hold of the pot of daisies and he handed them over to Spock. ]

Oi! You would be very surprised at what has feelings towards me, now these are just your common Earth variety daisy. There are plenty of sentient plants on other planets!

[ The Doctor's eyes darted over towards the TARDIS, and of course, he wouldn't dare think of a trip for some more misadventure. Would he? ] You would love the Forest of Cheem, and the natives are charming! I haven't been there in ages, and I was a different man when I had last visited.

[ The Doctor takes a step backwards to admire the bright yellow daisy in Amy's hair and clasping his hands together he smiles. ] Yes, they're a bit like you in that respect. But, like those daisies you came to me after a rather dark time in my life.

[ Amy reaches up to straighten out his bowtie, looking up at him fondly, head tilted to the side as she looks him over. ] Did I now? And did Amelia Pond the Daisy bright up your life, too, Doctor?

That sounds like imprisonment to me. [ He doesn't let the Doctor circle him freely, following his movements, turning in a circle so he can keep the man in his line of vision. ] I got out. That's all you need to know, isn't it? Rose is fine.

[Holding the daisies carefully, it is the Doctor that Spock's eyes track with interest.]

Indeed, I am certain that they are quite agreeable, if you call them so. [The Vulcan tilts his head just briefly, as he sets the daisies down and stands. Arms fold at a resting pose behind his back.]

Though we need not travel anywhere to discover being that hold feelings for you.

[ The Doctor gives a bit of thought to Jabe and the sacrifice that she made for everyone on The Platform. It gets him to shake his head in disagreement with Spock, he took in a deep, deep, deep breath and he thinks back to all of his friends. ]

I'm a man with many friends, and I do like paying them a visit. I've got all of the time in the universe at my finger tips, and spending some quality time with people is something I take great pleasure in. [ He says very little that he very often just leaves without looking back in the end. It has been sometime since he has seen Martha, Jack, Mel, Jo, and many of his friends that are still alive. The simple fear of seeing them age is something that is disagreeable to him. ]

[ The Metacrisis was right, it was imprisonment, and The Doctor left him there with Rose to be fixed. The Doctor will never admit that what he did to both of them was wrong, but he did what he thought at that point was right. ] And you do know how dangerous breaking through those walls is? You threatened every single being in known reality with your actions.

Of course I know, Doctor. I have all your memories, remember? Every thought you've ever had. All that good ol' knowledge. Of course I know. I just did it anyway.

[ He reaches his hand up to take hold of her hand as she straightens up his bowtie. It follows up with a warm and friendly smile, the smile that lets everyone know that everything is okay. ] Of course you did, now don't be ridiculous.