Never Blame on Malice
by Merripestin
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There was a little dried blood in the Doctor's fringe where he'd cut his forehead falling against the console.
Turlough warmed the pot, spooned tea , poured hot water, arranged the biscuits.
The wire had been tangled around the component the Doctor had wanted, and the component had been stuck, needed a tug. That was all. He hadn't even known what the wire was. Still didn't, except that it connected to the inertial dampers.
As he put the tray down a little tea spilled over the biscuits. "Sorry."
The Doctor touched his sleeve. "No harm done."
But Tegan still glared mistrustfully.
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"Never Blame on Malice" 030909 by merripestin at yahoo dot com
Elements belong to the BBC.
by Merripestin
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There was a little dried blood in the Doctor's fringe where he'd cut his forehead falling against the console.
Turlough warmed the pot, spooned tea , poured hot water, arranged the biscuits.
The wire had been tangled around the component the Doctor had wanted, and the component had been stuck, needed a tug. That was all. He hadn't even known what the wire was. Still didn't, except that it connected to the inertial dampers.
As he put the tray down a little tea spilled over the biscuits. "Sorry."
The Doctor touched his sleeve. "No harm done."
But Tegan still glared mistrustfully.
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"Never Blame on Malice" 030909 by merripestin at yahoo dot com
Elements belong to the BBC.