once more for auld lang syne. (for creag_an_tuire)

[not_theman_iwas]

Of course, one of her first acts was to check on Jamie. With her punishment sorted out, her TARDIS was beginning to feel very empty again, and there wasn't much point in thinking wistfully of past days when she could start a new lot of them.

So to speak. Granted, she makes a few accidental stops on the way to pick up some chips and thwart some sort of Auton invasion, but that's just the Doctor for you.

Regardless: Jamie was due a visit, which is why, hopefully, when she steps out the TARDIS this time, it'll be close by. (Or in his home. She was never too good at pinpointing little things to the yard or the century.)

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[creag-an-tuire.livejournal.com]

He looks the Doctor up and down, worriedly. She seems okay. Good. "They didna find ye then, did they? Oh, I knew it, I knew ye'd be able to stay away from anything."

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

"Something like that."

For a moment, she seems far away. And then she snaps back to the present, just as suddenly. "I suppose if it hasn't been too terrible, then you wouldn't want a quick trip in the TARDIS, then?"

Teasing? The Doctor? Surely not!

[creag-an-tuire.livejournal.com]

"Are ye kidding me? I've been waiting on you to come back and get me!"

Because as much as he loved Scotland, it didn't hold a candle to traveling in the TARDIS.


Well, maybe it held a candle, but not a very big candle.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a birthday candle, then? Easily blown out in favour of the sugary goodness underneath?

"How soon could you be ready to leave?"

[creag-an-tuire.livejournal.com]

He grins, a little cheekily. "Well, let's see, it'll take me about..."

And then he walks into the TARDIS.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

It hasn't changed particularly, luckily for him. Aside from the vaguely musty feeling of disuse that has arisen from the TARDIS's displeasure at being incapacitated for so long, the interior hasn't really changed. There's no reason to mess with perfection, she feels. (There may be a few more curtains around, but that's probably the TARDIS's idea of a joke. Probably.)

And she comes strolling into the TARDIS, tossing her jacket off on a nearby rack and shutting the door firmly behind her. "What are you in the mood for, then? Past, future? Another planet? Maybe a new city, or some place as yet untouched by sentient life?"

[creag-an-tuire.livejournal.com]

Jamie shrugs. It really didn't matter all that much to him.

"Whatever ye feel like."

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

"Alright, then," she says, flipping levers at random. "I don't know about you, but I've had enough of Earth for a few days - let's have a look at something different."

[creag-an-tuire.livejournal.com]

Jamie grins. "Wherever ye think is best is fine by me."

He then proceeds to get a good grip on the console. It may have been a while, but not so long he's forgotten to hold on when the Doctor is flying the TARDIS.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

She'd be utterly appalled at his lack of faith in her ability to fly the TARDIS smoothly if she wasn't so busy holding onto the TARDIS, herself. Luckily, the trip's short, relatively speaking. What's a few thousand years between friends?

or a few million, as the case may be. When the Doctor checks the monitor, it's to see some lovely greenery (or bluery, if we're being strictly accurate) about 3.5 million years into his future. "Looks like we picked a good day to visit."