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Author:	Emerence [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:19 am ]
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It was an hour into her visit to the San and Margot was bored out of her mind. She was so bored that she had long ago finished counting the number of cracks in the ceiling of the nurse’s office and was now doing the number of stripes on the wallpaper. She’d just managed to get to sixty five (which was a new record) before her eyes blurred and she had to close them. She began to wonder if she could make it to seventy before her brain shut down completely. Margot had been to the San often enough, of course, but ever since she had finally made up her mind to join an Order and become a doctor, Jack was eager to bundle her up to the San in her free school time and let her get a taste for her soon-to-be profession. She was eager for that too, except that her idea of observing didn’t include being dumped in an office and left to rot. Footsteps ran past the door but she didn’t bother to look up. Doctors were always rushing about. It was one of the reasons being a doctor appealed to her; always being busy, always on the move. A few seconds later, though, the footsteps got louder again ... and slower ... and then they stopped. Out of idle curiosity she opened her eyes. A tousled head was sticking through the door and staring at her. Youngish chap, with square black spectacles. Probably one of the trainee doctors. Still staring. Margot blinked. How long was he going to do that? And still doing it. Well, that was enough. “What?” snapped Margot, knowing that it was rude and that Miss Annersley would be shocked if she could hear, but feeling that rudeness called for rudeness. “Sixty five,” the head pronounced, matter-of-factly. “What?” “Sixty five. The number you were thinking of.” Margot’s eyes nearly fell out of her head. “How did you guess?” “Oh, this and that – must have been the matter thought dispersion. Must dash.” He made to take off again. “Wait!” called Margot, bounding up and flinging open the door. The doctor swung around, mouth partly open and eyebrows inquisitive. Margot vaguely noticed that he was wearing a much-too-large standard issue coat. “Yup? Did you want something? It’s just that I’m in a bit of a hurry – you haven’t seen anything growing tentacles around here, have you?” He eyed the pot plant in the corner suspiciously, then his eyes swivelled to Margot’s arms. “One … two. No, all good.” She ignored him. “How did you guess what I was thinking?” she repeated. “Like I said. A thought dispersion. Oodles of it floating around. Hence the tentacles. All clear?” With that he disappeared like a jack-in-the-box. Margot slowly turned back to her chair and sat down, oddly refreshed by the brief yet strange encounter. Just then the face reappeared at the door. This time it was scrunched into thought. “You look bored.” “Shouldn’t I be?” asked Margot with a wry smile. He was definitely a trainee. “I’m supposed to be observing one of the doctors but there isn’t much chance of that stuck in here, is there?” She hesitated, then went on. “Have you been working here long? I haven’t seen you before. Who are you?” He grinned then – a great big disarming grin – and rubbed a hand through his shock of brown hair – hair that Margot yearned to attack with Joey’s massive brush – before shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “Oh, I’m the Doctor.”

Author:	Karry [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:40 am ]
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OOOOOH! interesting - is he looking for a new companion?

Author:	Elbee [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:14 am ]
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Ooooh yes, The Doctor! That was a welcome twist at the end! Looking forward to more.

Author:	Joan the Dwarf [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 11:32 am ]
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w00t! You've got the Doctor perfectly - I knew who it was after the first couple of sentences! Margot is a perfect companion (Just had a thought: please could Joey's earphones turn out to be some sort of mind-controlling alien, pleeeeeeease? And can Reg suddenly grow tentacles? Thanks!)

Author:	JackieP [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 1:16 pm ]
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Joan the Dwarf wrote: (Just had a thought: please could Joey's earphones turn out to be some sort of mind-controlling alien, pleeeeeeease? And can Reg suddenly grow tentacles? Thanks!) Liss was doing that one... But this is good, Emerence, can't wait for more. JackieP

Author:	Fatima [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 1:57 pm ]
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Oh wonderful! I can't wait to see what happens now! Thanks Emerence.

Author:	JustJen [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:47 pm ]
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SQUEE! Margot, take the Doctor's hand and run as fast as you can.

Author:	leahbelle [ Fri Nov 23, 2007 4:15 pm ]
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Fantastic! Would love to read some more!

Author:	Billie [ Fri Nov 23, 2007 6:24 pm ]
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I like!

Author:	LauraM [ Sat Nov 24, 2007 5:54 pm ]
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Yay it's the Doctor! Please write more....?

Author:	Sal [ Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:38 pm ]
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Very exciting!! Can we have some more please? Thanks Emerence

Author:	Lesley [ Sat Nov 24, 2007 10:28 pm ]
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Like it! Please continue Emerence.

Author:	Emerence [ Sat Nov 24, 2007 11:00 pm ]
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Incidentally, this story is post-Rose, post-Martha, post-Donna, for those who care about that sort of thing. “Well of course I know you’re the doctor,” said Margot impatiently. “Really? That’s completely amazing! No, really it is. You know who I am … but somehow you haven’t seen me before; we must be caught in some sort of temporal reflux loop –” The Doctor broke off and looked down. “Oh, right, the coat.” Margot ignored him again. “But of course, you’re a doctor – oh, this is smashing! Can’t I observe you?” The Doctor looked a bit like a startled beanpole. He scratched his head and moved his mouth open and shut like a goldfish. (Margot wasn’t sure, but she thought he was mouthing “Smashing?” incredulously.) “Well,” he finally said, “the thing is, we haven’t even been introduced properly yet. In the old days you’d have to know me for at least a death-defying experience before we’d be ‘observing’ one another.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Margot gave him her best prefect Look, all red curls and flashing blue eyes. He gulped. “Done!” Then to himself, reflectively – “Always the ginger ones. So you are – ?” “Margot Maynard, but you still haven’t told me your name.” “Did too. Hmm. Margot. Margot. Isn’t that the best name ever? Looks but doesn’t sound like ingot. Ingot. Maaar-gott.” Margot had more questions but no chance to ask them, for at that moment the Doctor held up a short beeping metal tube, wiggled it, sang “Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi” into one end, listened to the beeping again, said, “Zoinks! Tentacle alert!” and disappeared again. Margot decided she wasn’t going to let him get away that easily. She ran from the office and in a matter of strides caught him up, running side by side down the main corridor. “Can’t you wait a minute?” she said, puffing as they hurtled around a corner, following the tube clasped in his outstretched hand. He glanced down at her as they ran. “Blimey, you’re a bit nippy.” “Well I am head of games at school.” She was left hurtling forward as he stopped dead, poking the metal tube (which sounded a bit like a dying electronic cat). “What’s wrong?” she puffed, turning. “Low on batteries,” he said despondently. Margot trotted back and snatched the tube, despite his protests of “Hey!” “Is it a thermometer?” she asked, turning it over and inspecting it. He leaned over and snatched it back. “Can be. It's a sonic screwdriver. It can also open doors, detect tentacles, scramble eggs, be a water pistol – once I used it as a croquet hoop. It’s surprisingly bendy in the middle.” Margot laughed, then she stopped and stared at him. He wriggled. “Stoppit.” “You’re so different from the other doctors here,” she marvelled. “Am I?” he said, grin spreading. “Like who?” “Well, there’s Reg, for a start,” she said, turning a little pink. She still didn’t know quite how she felt about Len being engaged; it was so … grown up. “Your boyfriend?” “What?” said Margot, shocked and pinker but holding her head up. “No, of course not!” The Doctor slapped his forehead. “Sorry. Can’t believe I said that. Keep getting my centuries mixed up. Just landed. Inappropriate. Sorry.” Margot’s cheeks cooled a little. “That’s all right.” Then – “Girlfriend?” offered the Doctor helpfully. Margot opened her mouth to say something, though she wasn’t quite sure what. “Oh, did I do it again?” he said. “Is this the 1860s? Or the 1960s? 2060s? All so close, you see.” She eyed him warily. Then a horrible thought struck her and she stepped back. “You’re not really some - some crazy patient, are you?” “Of course not,” he said, a bit indignantly. “Do patients go around wearing nice clean white coats? … wait a bit, don’t go there.” Margot sighed and tried to gather her thoughts. “So this thing growing tentacles … is it dangerous?” “Dangerous? In a hospital? In the Swiss alps? In a geriatrics ward?” The Doctor stopped and thought. “Of course it’s dangerous.” “I’m not exactly scared, in case you hadn’t noticed,” she said, feeling the old thrill of daring creep in. She poked him in the shoulder. He grinned and poked her back. “Come on then, Mar-gott.”

Author:	Lesley [ Sun Nov 25, 2007 2:14 am ]
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Absolutely loved that - they're made for each other!

Author:	Fatima [ Sun Nov 25, 2007 1:52 pm ]
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This is perfect; you have the doctor off to a tee. Lucky Margot. Thanks Emerence.

Author:	white_hart [ Sun Nov 25, 2007 8:38 pm ]
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Loving this!

Author:	Simone [ Mon Nov 26, 2007 10:42 am ]
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This is great - thanks Emerence

Author:	Emerence [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:50 am ]
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I'll try to give this a title soon, I have several in mind but I don't want to give anything away yet *** “Ow!” The Doctor rubbed his cheek and looked stunned. “What’d’you do that for?” Margot folded her arms and stared him down from her perch on the glowing TARDIS console. The Doctor had to hand it to her; often when people came into the TARDIS for the first time they took one look around at the massive interiors - much too big for the phone box exterior - and either broke down or ran out again. Almost disappointed at the comparative calmness of Margot's reaction, he’d muttered something about this. To which she’d made some nonchalant reply about not being a spineless jellyfish. He'd got quite excited (well, practically lunatic, he had to admit to himself) and thought that she was finally making overtures towards forgiving him for the whole tentacles fiasco, for which he got a prompt slap on the cheek and was cuttingly told not to get hysterical. It was still smarting. All he could think was that this wasn’t the best time to tell her that he was 900 years old. “By the way, did I happen to mention somewhere in all that ... business back there that I’m 900 years old?” Curse his mouth. What did it want to go and do that for? He hoped that in his next regeneration it would be very small, with buck teeth that made it impossible to talk. Or … what was the name of that planet again where they sewed people’s mouths up? Rwihsfb … rewiuksjdb … oh he didn’t have a clue, they’d all had their mouths too tightly shut to tell him. “Let me get this straight,” said Margot, taking a deep breath. “You come from outer space. You’re an alien - the two hearts thing … well, I almost believe that one, anyway.” Too right she should, after punching him twice in the solar plexus and watching him have to resuscitate himself. He hadn’t thought that girls’ schools went in for boxing, somehow. “Of course you could just be some aortically over-compensated freak,” she went on. “Hey!” said the Doctor indignantly, but she had a glint in her eye and he judged it best to shut up. “You steal my father's white coat, then drag me all over the San looking for something growing tentacles; then on to Freudesheim, where you spend the whole time following my mother around and trying to prod her hair coils; and then on to the school where you nearly pull off Minette’s tail and ransack Matey’s cupboard for tongue depressers (just to stock up), and then your precious tentacles turn out to be nothing more than Karen’s spaghetti, into which you throw some sort of - some sort of slime inhibitor (or whatever you shouted into Miss Wilson's face) and explode the whole school.” “Yeeees, well, if you put it like that," said the Doctor reluctantly. "But it’s not my fault, the TARDIS scanner’s faulty …” he trailed off lamely, mentally berating the TARDIS, whom he suspected of engineering the whole thing. He listened to her psychic echoes. He didn’t like her attitude. It sounded like she was secretly sniggering at him. Then he realised it was Margot. He looked at her. She was glaring. “You'd better not be reading my thoughts again.” He managed to looked injured. “Well I can't help it if I'm overly sensitive to your hospital disinfectants. One sniff and my brain goes bonkers. Starts picking up thought waves, radio waves ... wait a bit ... yup, there goes Elvis.” He would have started singing along if Margot didn't look so furious. “And after all that you tell me that you're supposedly 900 years old?” “And you're in my time machine,” added the Doctor, figuring that he may as well get the whole thing out in the open and be done with it. Margot stopped at that. “Really truly?” He sensed an advantage and took it up with gusto (although not too much, in case she slapped him again). “Ever been to ancient Egypt?”

Author:	Lesley [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 7:07 am ]
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Blown up the whole School? Well that's different! Love that Margot is not fazed by this in the slightest. Thanks Emerence.

Author:	Emerence [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 11:53 am ]
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* The Doctor swung open the TARDIS doors on ancient Egypt. “Sand, sand, and more sand,” he said gleefully. Margot stood on tiptoe and peered warily over his shoulder. “All right, I believe you. That's ancient Egypt.” She blinked in the oven-like heat. “Golly. There's a sentence I never thought I'd say.” He turned his head and grinned. “Coming?” “Not on your life.” His face fell. “Why not?” * One short trip forward in time to the Tirol and back again later … The Doctor swung open the TARDIS doors on ancient Egypt. “Sand, sand, and more sand,” he said gleefully. Margot unfolded the giant Red Peril sunshade. It was so big that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to fit it through the doorway. “How'd'you even know Mother had this thing, anyway?” “We had a bit of a run-in once before, me and your mum. Happened when I was in the Tirol.” “Really? What were you doing there?" The Doctor looked embarrassed. “Tentacles?” said Margot slyly. He made a face. “Well ... yes.” “Of course,” said Margot sarcastically. “But then why didn't Mother recognise you back at Freudesheim in … in wherever we started off at? The Platz, I mean.” “If you must know, my face was a bit different when I first met her. I was into cricket, actually. Ran into her at a game. Had one too many bananas, asked her if she wanted to go for a trip in my TARDIS to see eternity and she said no thanks and popped off somewhere.” He scrunched up his forehead. “India, I think.” “How d’you mean, your face was different? Younger?” “Weeeeell, sort of. Actually, completely different. I can sort of … wear different faces.” He shot Margot a quick look. “That okay?” “You’re an alien and I’m learning to do as the White Queen suggests and believe six impossible things before breakfast. Just answer me one thing.” “What’s that?” Margot pointed out at ancient Egypt. “You’re not going out there wearing that, are you?” *** Ten minutes later, they were strolling through the outskirts of Cairo, the Doctor having stubbornly insisted on wearing his toga and a pair of espadrilles underneath his brown pinstriped suit jacket. “I can’t believe it,” said Margot defeatedly. “No one’s looking twice at you.” “Told you,” said the Doctor, sticking his hands in his pockets as they wandered along. “Ancient Egypt, ancient Rome – same difference." “Don't be too sure. You stick out dreadfully. I’m surprised that no one’s staring at me, come to that. They don’t seem to go in for red hair over here.” “Haven’t you ever heard of Rameses?” countered the Doctor. “Good old Rambo. They called him Carrot Top. Or maybe that was just me. Oh brillo; look, kebabs.” They stopped while the Doctor bought two lamb kebabs. While he was fishing through his pockets for the equivalent of ancient Egyptian small change, Margot gazed curiously around. The Doctor had insisted she make use of the TARDIS wardrobe and although she was wearing similar garb to the other Egyptian women, it was fairly flimsy and she felt self-conscious. She blushed to think what the nice old Reverend Mother she had recently met would have to say about it. Absent-mindedly she rubbed at the kohl smeared under her eyes and snuck a look at the Doctor, who had streaked it on his cheeks like warpaint. He seemed to be having a cracking time. She supposed that for him, popping out to ancient Egypt was the equivalent of spending a day by the seaside or something. “Like on the planet Raxacoricofallapatorius,” he agreed, handing her a kebab wrapped in pita bread. She shot him a look. “Sorry, was I doing the thought thing again?” he said, wincing. “Sorry. It’ll pass. Soon, I hope – my brain’s getting blasted with local sound waves. Dreadful. Ancient Egyptian pop songs are so derivative.” They strolled through the streets, eating their kebabs. Margot wanted to look around at the sights but the Doctor was being too distracting. She wanted to clock him one. “Wait for it,” he kept saying, jigging and grinning like a loon. “Hang on … just a tad further …” “What am I supposed to be waiting for?” asked Margot. “This!” said the Doctor, stopping and pointing. Margot stopped and stared, mouth open. “Oh.” “Oh,” said the Doctor. Margot swallowed. “I didn’t think they’d built the Great Pyramid with – with …” “Hovercrafts,” supplied the Doctor absently. He was staring too.

Author:	Joan the Dwarf [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 12:42 pm ]
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Emerence wrote: “You steal my father's white coat, then drag me all over the San looking for something growing tentacles; then on to Freudesheim, where you spend the whole time following my mother around and trying to prod her hair coils; and then on to the school where you nearly pull off Minette’s tail and ransack Matey’s cupboard for tongue depressers (just to stock up), and then your precious tentacles turn out to be nothing more than Karen’s spaghetti, into which you throw some sort of - some sort of slime inhibitor (or whatever you shouted into Miss Wilson's face) and explode the whole school.” Inspired! This is brilliant!

Author:	JackieP [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 1:01 pm ]
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It is good - especially the inference that Dr Hunter was one of the Doctor's previous incarnations.... JackieP

Author:	Jennie [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:18 pm ]
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This is delightfully mad. Thank you.

Author:	Fatima [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:30 pm ]
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Quote: where you spend the whole time following my mother around and trying to prod her hair coils This is brilliant! Thanks Emerence!

Author:	babycassied [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 6:47 pm ]
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This is sooo funny! Thanks.

Author:	Lesley [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 9:53 pm ]
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Ah so that's the explanation for the Pyramids then! Thanks Emerence.

Author:	Billie [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 11:55 pm ]
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Heeheehee. I love this. You really have got the Doctor down perfectly. And Margot's reaction to the TARDIS... classic!

Author:	Miss Di [ Wed Nov 28, 2007 1:12 am ]
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Brilliant. More please!!!!!!!!

Author:	Pat [ Wed Nov 28, 2007 9:57 pm ]
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So who's brought in hovercraft?

Author:	Sal [ Wed Nov 28, 2007 10:28 pm ]
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Insanely wonderful. Thanks Emerence

Author:	Ruth B [ Tue Dec 04, 2007 3:34 pm ]
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Insipred! You've got the Doctor down to a T and loved the Dr Hunter reference.

Author:	roversgirl [ Fri Dec 07, 2007 12:09 pm ]
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just wnated to say, am really enjoying this!

Author:	Fatima [ Tue Dec 18, 2007 7:18 am ]
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Please may we have some more?!

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