*wakes up*

[mme_depompadour]

*rubs face*



*gets up*

*writes*

Dear David,

I feel compelled to thank you for something, though I have no idea what that might be.
Perhaps you do, in which case: thank you.

I don't have very many friends, but I would like to think I could count you as one of them.
You're a very sweet man.

Love,

Reinette.

*folds*

*hands to handily passing Ood*




*puts babies in cot*


*rereads note on bedside table*

*sighs*




*leaves room*

Comments

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*stares at Ood* They have Ood now?

*yawns*
*writes*

Dear Reinette,

Please feel no need to thank me for anything that I have done. Anyone would have done the same for you, and I would have done the same for any of my friends. Of course I count you as one of them, and am honoured that you do the same.

You were a charming child and are a charming woman. Be careful.

With love always, your friend,
David.

P.S. I made a promise to you. Whether you remember it or not, it still stands.

*rubs eyes, ruffles hair and passes note back to Ood, cautiously avoiding the tentacles*



*kicks desk in anger*

Ow.

[type-102.livejournal.com]

*materialises*

*moves desk out of kickable reach*

*dematerialises*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Wait a minute. How did you manage that?

[type-102.livejournal.com]

*materialises*

*winks* haven't you figured it out yet?

*dematerialises*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

I know what it sounded like. *blinks again, rubs eyes with hand*

That, however, is impossible.

[type-102.livejournal.com]

*materialises*

Meh. Impossible happens. :)

*dematerialises*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

How can you be a TARDIS?! *is confused*

[type-102.livejournal.com]

*materialises*

That's a long and probably not canon story.

*chuckles*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Right. Well. Um. Have we been introduced?

[pfred.livejournal.com]

*hears negated kicking noise*

*wanders in*

hi. who are you? why did you almost but not quite kick that table?

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*is scuffing floor with shoe angrily*
*looks up*

Oh, hello. I'm David.

Some woman just... appeared! And moved it!

[pfred.livejournal.com]

...okay. hi david. i'm pfred.

why are you mad at the floor?

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Pfred, yes. Sounds familiar. I think Lynda mentioned you.

*smiles* I'm not mad at the floor, lass. Just in a bit of a bad mood.
*breathes*

There we are. All better now.

[pfred.livejournal.com]

oh. well my gran used to say that if you're in a bad mood, it sometimes helps to talk about it instead of hurting your foot on the furniture.

i was in a pretty bad mood with my dad and my uncle lately and i talked about it and i feel better now. a little.

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Your Dad's the Doctor, right? So who's your uncle?

It's alright. I don't think talking will make much difference. It's not important. Besides, like I say, 's alright now. Everything's fine.

[pfred.livejournal.com]

my uncle giac. he goes by the name of de_seignalt around here. he and dad tried to kill each other and they almost died and uncle giac bled on me a lot but they're both gonna be okay now.

you don't look like everything's fine. your left nostril is twitching.

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. I heard about that. ...Giacomo is your uncle? Well, at least they're okay.

You must have been very brave to have helped with that.

_{It's alright. It does that.}

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

You're fixed!

[mme_depompadour]

*bemused*

I'm what?

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

You were all small again. A child. And now you're not.

*embrace of love*

ow.

[mme_depompadour]

What on earth are you talking about? When?

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Never mind.

*further hugging*

[mme_depompadour]

*hug*

No, really, what are you talking about? I want to know.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

You regressed to childhood. Literally, you were an actual child again. Then you got better.

[mme_depompadour]

What the shit?

Why? How?

How did I get better?