“You’re trying to put me off,” said Sarah. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. And if you want to pass as a reporter, stay away from the genuine article.”
The blond, almost cherubic man smiled. “You’re very observant, Miss Smith. But I’m not here to mislead you.”
“Oh, really? You don’t want anyone to know about this affair, so you’ll hide it under the carpet. People have a right to know -.”
“Quite,” he said. “The truth? I think you should be the one to write it. It’s not what it seems. Coffee?”
He’d outfoxed her somehow. She glared, but followed.
Doctor Who and its accoutrements are the property of the BBC, and we obviously don't have any right to them. Any and all crossover characters belong to their respective creators. Alas no one makes any money from this site, and it's all done out of love for a cheap-looking sci-fi show. All fics are property of their individual authors. Archival at this site should not be taken to constitute automatic archive rights elsewhere, and authors should be contacted individually to arrange further archiving. Despite occasional claims otherwise, The Blessed St Lalla Ward is not officially recognised by the Catholic Church. Yet. |
Script for this archive provided by eFiction. Contact our archivists at firstname.lastname@example.org. Please read our Terms of Service and Submission Guidelines.