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Finger-exercises
Sep. 25th, 2003 12:59 amStill thinking about a possible DW novel project. Plus, it's late, but I don't feel like sleeping yet.
"Name?"
"The Doctor."
She looked at him, level gaze threatening something vague but possibly painful. Or at least frustrating. Like dealing with a bureacracy. Oh, but wait, he was already doing that.
"Full name?"
He smiled winsomely, all charming smile and hair and eyes. Brushed a piece of imaginary lint off his dark velvet coat. "The. Doctor."
She looked hot and annoyed, face a little red in the light of sunset. Her office had west-facing windows. Hers was the face of a woman who desperately needed an escaped patient in the middle of the night, to run around, wreak some havoc, rattle a few cages -- literally and figuratively. Good exercise.
Well, Sam was waiting was for his signal. One flick of a wrist, and all heaven might just bust loose. It was a pleasant moment to contemplate. All a diversion, of course, wheels turning within wheels.
"There are many things larger on the inside than out." He commented mildly.
She ignored the remark.
"And how long have you been the doctor?" came the inquiry, finally.
"Oh, my. Forever." The Doctor removed his watch and pondered the time for a moment. "But don't quote me on that."
The nurse bent her head to make a checkmark on her paper, he flashed the watch face like a mirror, and the game was afoot.
"Name?"
"The Doctor."
She looked at him, level gaze threatening something vague but possibly painful. Or at least frustrating. Like dealing with a bureacracy. Oh, but wait, he was already doing that.
"Full name?"
He smiled winsomely, all charming smile and hair and eyes. Brushed a piece of imaginary lint off his dark velvet coat. "The. Doctor."
She looked hot and annoyed, face a little red in the light of sunset. Her office had west-facing windows. Hers was the face of a woman who desperately needed an escaped patient in the middle of the night, to run around, wreak some havoc, rattle a few cages -- literally and figuratively. Good exercise.
Well, Sam was waiting was for his signal. One flick of a wrist, and all heaven might just bust loose. It was a pleasant moment to contemplate. All a diversion, of course, wheels turning within wheels.
"There are many things larger on the inside than out." He commented mildly.
She ignored the remark.
"And how long have you been the doctor?" came the inquiry, finally.
"Oh, my. Forever." The Doctor removed his watch and pondered the time for a moment. "But don't quote me on that."
The nurse bent her head to make a checkmark on her paper, he flashed the watch face like a mirror, and the game was afoot.