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I should be packing. I know this. I have less than a week now. LESS THAN A WEEK!! But instead I sat down and scribbled this little bit out.
I blame the fact that I'm in a great mood (IT'S BALLOON RALLY WEEKEND!!) and Debitha who said, and I quote, "I am trying to envision the clones 'helping' you pack up and move. I'm sure they'd all have excellent intentions..." Like that wasn't going to make my mind wander? Sue also did nothing to discourage me from writing this either. I blame you all, I am the innocent party here! I wanted to pack, really I did!
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Hank walked back into the house for what seemed like the billionth time. Patelyne following him pleading “Please won’t you put a shirt on? For me?”
“I was leaving it off for you…”
She slowly blinked at him, then started to shake her head a flail her hands a bit. “I knew this was a mistake. What was I thinking bringing you all here? Especially you…” Her voice turned to an exasperated near wail, she tried to force the shirt into his hands. “Please put it on, before RLBF comes back in.” As much as she would normally enjoy the view, at that moment Patelyne wanted nothing more than to avoid a scene between RLBF and Hank. Bringing them into the same reality was a horrible idea, say nothing about letting them in the same tiny house.
“Why is he intimated by my manly muscles?” Hank tried to do a little show off flexing, completely missing Evan’s silent mocking from behind the supply table.
“Um no, nice try. He’s disgusted by you getting your manly stink sweat on his things.”
Hank smiled and moved closer.
“All his things! Especially me!!” Her voice had reached a screech and the dog started to whine.
Hank took the shirt, but only used it to mop up some of the sweat on his chest. “That’s my pheromones, and I would never think of you as a ‘thing’ to own.”
“Jack has pheromones, you have…something. Including the need to take a shower, preferably cold.” She then thought to herself “Why did I agree to this?!”
Hank smirked and thought back “I heard that, and it’s because you would rather play around in a volcano than plan ahead and now you’ve put things off so long you need us.”
Patelyne snapped back “Out of my head! You sound like Evan!”
Evan’s head perked up from his inventory of markers, tape, bubble wrap and boxes. “Huh? What did I do?”
“Nothing, Captain McSurly Pants, other than berate me since you arrived for procrastinating so much”
“For the last time – I didn’t earn that name, it belongs to the one pouting in the shed. Also – with simple planning you could have run this much…” His voice trailed off as he turned to the newest arrival. “Damnit Ivan! Close those markers or they’ll dry out!”
“Shadow likes Sharpies. All kinds.” Ivan sighed dramatically. “Her favorites are the ones that click…I miss her. I wonder what she's doing right now. Do you think she misses me? Why can’t I go back? Why isn’t she here? I WANT MY SHADOW!”
The Doctor (tenth if you must know) chose that moment to peek his head out onto the porch. "You do have a shadow, right there.” He pointed at the floor behind Ivan. “And just the one, so well done on that. No sign of any Vashta Nerada, not even in the book room, so I’m off!”
With a few quick leaps he was back at the TARDIS, which had been hiding beside the pump house. How long had he been there and why had they not noticed that? Would have come in handy for moving….all that space! And quick. She could have literally been done before she even started.
“Wait!!” Patelyne called after him.
“Sorry, no can do. Places to go!” He was already shutting the door.
“RUDE YOU ARE!! I want the ginger you! Much nicer!” Patelyne yelled.
“I WANT SHADOW!!” Ivan added his own yell, again.
“I WANT –“ Hank was quickly cut off by a grab to his arm.
“Don’t you dare finish that thought Hank Harkness!!”
“You sure?” Hank sent a little mental image along with the question, Patelyne couldn’t help but blush.
Evan rolled his eyes “Oh gods, I want to be ill.”
I blame the fact that I'm in a great mood (IT'S BALLOON RALLY WEEKEND!!) and Debitha who said, and I quote, "I am trying to envision the clones 'helping' you pack up and move. I'm sure they'd all have excellent intentions..." Like that wasn't going to make my mind wander? Sue also did nothing to discourage me from writing this either. I blame you all, I am the innocent party here! I wanted to pack, really I did!
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Hank walked back into the house for what seemed like the billionth time. Patelyne following him pleading “Please won’t you put a shirt on? For me?”
“I was leaving it off for you…”
She slowly blinked at him, then started to shake her head a flail her hands a bit. “I knew this was a mistake. What was I thinking bringing you all here? Especially you…” Her voice turned to an exasperated near wail, she tried to force the shirt into his hands. “Please put it on, before RLBF comes back in.” As much as she would normally enjoy the view, at that moment Patelyne wanted nothing more than to avoid a scene between RLBF and Hank. Bringing them into the same reality was a horrible idea, say nothing about letting them in the same tiny house.
“Why is he intimated by my manly muscles?” Hank tried to do a little show off flexing, completely missing Evan’s silent mocking from behind the supply table.
“Um no, nice try. He’s disgusted by you getting your manly stink sweat on his things.”
Hank smiled and moved closer.
“All his things! Especially me!!” Her voice had reached a screech and the dog started to whine.
Hank took the shirt, but only used it to mop up some of the sweat on his chest. “That’s my pheromones, and I would never think of you as a ‘thing’ to own.”
“Jack has pheromones, you have…something. Including the need to take a shower, preferably cold.” She then thought to herself “Why did I agree to this?!”
Hank smirked and thought back “I heard that, and it’s because you would rather play around in a volcano than plan ahead and now you’ve put things off so long you need us.”
Patelyne snapped back “Out of my head! You sound like Evan!”
Evan’s head perked up from his inventory of markers, tape, bubble wrap and boxes. “Huh? What did I do?”
“Nothing, Captain McSurly Pants, other than berate me since you arrived for procrastinating so much”
“For the last time – I didn’t earn that name, it belongs to the one pouting in the shed. Also – with simple planning you could have run this much…” His voice trailed off as he turned to the newest arrival. “Damnit Ivan! Close those markers or they’ll dry out!”
“Shadow likes Sharpies. All kinds.” Ivan sighed dramatically. “Her favorites are the ones that click…I miss her. I wonder what she's doing right now. Do you think she misses me? Why can’t I go back? Why isn’t she here? I WANT MY SHADOW!”
The Doctor (tenth if you must know) chose that moment to peek his head out onto the porch. "You do have a shadow, right there.” He pointed at the floor behind Ivan. “And just the one, so well done on that. No sign of any Vashta Nerada, not even in the book room, so I’m off!”
With a few quick leaps he was back at the TARDIS, which had been hiding beside the pump house. How long had he been there and why had they not noticed that? Would have come in handy for moving….all that space! And quick. She could have literally been done before she even started.
“Wait!!” Patelyne called after him.
“Sorry, no can do. Places to go!” He was already shutting the door.
“RUDE YOU ARE!! I want the ginger you! Much nicer!” Patelyne yelled.
“I WANT SHADOW!!” Ivan added his own yell, again.
“I WANT –“ Hank was quickly cut off by a grab to his arm.
“Don’t you dare finish that thought Hank Harkness!!”
“You sure?” Hank sent a little mental image along with the question, Patelyne couldn’t help but blush.
Evan rolled his eyes “Oh gods, I want to be ill.”
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