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Y'don't sound very enthusiastic about that, friend.

Good, I'd hate to think I didn't put the right amount of sarcasm into it.

No, message loud an' clear.

Watch who you call old, Doctor.

Well, I've had other gangs since then, sort of, and really, it's been quite a long time, wouldn't you say?

*amused* A very long time, indeed. But you know how it is. Your first gang is always your favorite, isn't it?

Not like we're ever going to be the old gang again, of course. The time's long past for that. Too much has changed, and we're all stubborn.

Speak for yourself, Doctor. I happen to be a very reasonable Time Lady. You are simply impossibly hard headed.

*sly smile* Grumpy Time Lords are no fun at all.

Tell that to the Master! I'm more flexible than he is! Or she. Depending on which one you talk to. Long story.

Then you aren't still annoyed with me over that nasty regeneration accident? *big innocent eyes* You know I would never want to really hurt you.

And the Master is simply annoying. I've tried to be perfectly sweet to him, and he just growls at me. *laughs* Oh, don't tell me he regenerated as a woman! Really? How delightful.

He apparently did in some universe. Though interestingly enough, I can get along with her much better than any of the others.

Me? Sore about you causing one of my regenerations? Would I ever hold a grudge like that? (I'll give you a hint--the answer's yes.)

Of course. As a female she would have some common sense.

Oh, now...that was an accident. You can't stay mad forever. Besides, darling, this regeneration is much handsomer than that one. Why, it's quite dashing, really, especially...*looks down, then smiles*...those interesting shoes.

I like my shoes! They've gotten me out of plenty of trouble. ...Wait, why are you complimenting a simple pair of Converse?

Can't I just be nice? *innocent look*

It's not like you and automatically makes me paranoid that you're up to something.

You always think the worst of me. *pout*

Anyway...have you been keeping busy?

No, what with the universe coming to an end over here, I've had loads of free time.

Oh, that...*wave a hand dismissively*

There's always some emergency with you. You should try my lifestyle. I have my own planet, where I am saving the endangered species of the universe. I have my own television show, which is a terrible amount of work, really, but quite entertaining. But one simply must take vacations and learn to delegate, which is why I have two capable companions. *evil smile* And what about you, Doctor? Who's the young, winsome flavor of the month?

Two of them, and it's not for the month, they happen to be old friends of mine.

Though, when I say old, I mean they're both rather recent, but I haven't seen either in a while.

And when I say in a while, I mean it wasn't all that very long since I saw the one, anyway.

*flail* But that doesn't matter! There are plenty of us here, so of course it's not me doing all the work, but it's no time to be lazy, you know! ~~Unless one happens to be getting married and is on a bloody honeymoon.~~

Oh, dear...you seem flustered.

*soothingly* I'm sure that they are perfectly lovely companions. Quite devoted to you and very happy to serve you, whoever they are. They must all be interchangable. Why, a Rose by any other name would smell as sweet, I'm sure.

They don't serve me!

I suppose. Unless she changes perfumes. Last time she bought something new at a Denobulan marketplace, she reeked for days!

Of course they do. This isn't some high school trip to Europe, Doctor. Everyone on the TARDIS has a purpose and a role to fill. Take my companions. Anton serves my needs, and the girl serves her own purpose. My TARDIS is not a tour bus, after all.

*eyeroll* Really, Doctor, when are you going to impose rules for your companions. If you let them do as they please, willy nilly, they could get into trouble. Why...you could lose them. Terrible thing.

Mine rather is half the time. Showing them the universe. They don't start as assistants.

I told her to give it a little spray before buying it, but noooo, it was in such a cute bottle, and it doesn't cost that much, and the guy behind the counter's being stingy. Honestly. I tell them rules! I tell them all the rules, but do they listen? Of course not.

The TARDIS is not a charity tour.

*so amused* Oh...dear...well, it was bound to happen, I suppose. *points* YOU have gone domestic. Next you'll be running a day care center on your TARDIS.

I...what...what! I am not domestic! I don't do domestic! No pets or children or unwanted guests on my TARDIS! Don't even joke about that sort of thing!

*even more amused* No children. Barely legal human bints don't count, I suppose?

How do you even know Rose anyway?!

Rose...delightful young woman. I stumbled on her while ~~raiding~~ exploring an alternate version of that miserable rock you're so fond of.

She's my companion, now, the sweet little dear. Such a plucky little thing.

So no chance you two have ever chit-chatted about your spotty past, then.

I wouldn't want to bore the poor dear with old stories of questionable value. Besides, if you want to debate spotty pasts, we could discuss yours, Doctor Dalmation.

What makes you think I never mentioned anything about my past to her?

Because you adore playing the morally superior hero. The child is absolutely besotted with you.

Am I to think that she's the same with you?

Don't be ridiculous. I've been a guide and a role model for the child. A big sister, of sorts.

I haven't harmed her, if that's what you're implying.

If I see she's doing horrid experiments on innocent races of people, we're going to have a problem. ~~not that we don't already, but~~

*wide eyed innocent look* Why, Doctor...would I do such a terrible thing? You're implying that I am so twisted that I would delibrately get your sweet, doe eyed, lovesick little companion, take her to a remote satellite station and use her for disgusting and nefarious purposes out of some twisted sort of revenge. You wound me...really.

Which remote satellite station?

Tsk, tsk...such an appalling lack of manners. You didn't say "please".

*smirk* Oh, don't get all scowly. Rose is perfectly safe. ~~For now.~~

Which old gang would that be? With your history you should be a mite more specific.

They know who I'm talking about. I mean, yeah, I've had plenty of...sort of gangs, I suppose, but you have to start somewhere, hm?

Start? That must be an old gang then.

*grin*

Be nice to your elders, Ace m'dear. Even if he's only technically reaching right 'round middle age.

I'm always nice, Professor. Respectful... well that's another matter.