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Time Lords Don't Cry by Dusty Bootes [Reviews - 11]  Chapter or Story Author's Notes: The Doctor's about to be in for the biggest shock of his lives... | |
Chapter Eleven: The Unearthing
The Doctor looked down at his clothing, disapproval on his face. “Why in the universe am I dressed like that? Where’s my lovely suit? And where’s my sonic screwdriver?” Frowning deeply he patted his pockets, pulled out the compass, the Tardis key, a Swiss Army knife, his glasses, the stub of a number two pencil and an old parking ticket. He’d found it stuck to the Tardis, the last time he was on the planet Markt. He stared at it. “I could have sworn I paid that.”
Shrugging, he stuffed it back into his pocket. “Better not go back there, then. They’re really strict about their parking tickets. You don’t pay the fine on time, you and your vehicle are instantly disintegrated. And you should see want they do to people with expired parking meters…not very pretty.” He walked over to the small fireplace, which had large antique mirror hanging over it. The Doctor backed up and put on his glasses, so he could see more of his new wardrobe. “Ugh--“ his face wrinked in horror,“ Oh bloody hell! I look like John Denver!”
He was examining his teeth, too, when his gazed dropped to an old black and white photo on the mantelpiece. His eyes widened in horror and he took a sharp intake of breath--then stopped breathing altogether for a moment, blinking in profound astonishment. He snatched the photo from the mantel. With trembling hands, he held the photo up to Marie. “W--who is t-this?” He stuttered. “W-why do you have this photo? Where’d you get it?” He demanded. Marie looked at the Doctor, confused and a suddenly a little wary. She scrunched herself up on the sofa and said a little fearfully, “It’s my mom, from before she got married. Why? What’s wrong, Doctor? What is it?” At first the Doctor couldn’t answer her, couldn’t find his voice. Then, he looked at Marie strangely and whispered hoarsely, “This is a photograph of my mother.”
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