She chuckled. "Yeah, he flirts. He's rubbish at it, so most of the time it's funny, it's like trying to watch a little kid try to figure out what to say to walk the fine line between making someone smack him and making someone smack him. He only gets it right about half the time, though." She grinned. "Never met this Jack, kind of hoping he does show up though." she popped a pretzel in her mouth. "Sounds like he'd be fun to watch. He a good kisser?"
Shame Rory wasn't there when she asked that. She even glanced at the door, as though the question might summon him. She held on to hope. Always had, always will. Not a speck of doubt in her mind, she'd see him again. Probably soon. Till then, this was just one more adventure to talk about over tea or wine in the garden. and she intended to enjoy herself.
"Air from his lungs?" someone was bent over with laughter now. "Seriously, that's his idea of a gift, air from his lungs. Maybe I'm glad now he never bought River a ring, could you just imagine what he'd pick out? Some sort of worm or something..." A ring worm. "Alright. Defiantly sticking to tea for now, or he'll take one look at me and know I was up to something." She was still laughing though. "Hey, ever wonder where exactly his room is? I kind of have this impulse like we should put pudding in his pillow case or something, just to see if this face can overreact like mine can, but for all we've looked, Rory and I could never find a room that was clearly his."
Then she stopped laughing as Rose said the thing about them all dying. "Look, the Doctor's like 1200 or something these days. If he keeps taking up with people like you and me and Rory, of course we all die on him. But he's a time traveler who hates endings. Bet you anything he goes back when he thinks no one will notice and watches us as kids from off in the distance somewhere. We may die, and we may get to the point where he can't run with us anymore, but we're always still within reach for him. Besides, my family, we've gotten a bit more easy going about death. Die a few times, and you stop being afraid of your own death. River even told us once, after we saw him die, the time the space suit shot him... she said that the Doctor's death doesn't scare her, nor does her own, all she had to fear in the whole universe would be the day she went running with him to find he's no clue who she is. Never told her or Rory this, so don't you dare tell them either... but I think that for him, that happened before I ever met him. He knew so little about her when I first met her, at the Byzantine. But I've died now... what... twice? I'd have to count it out. At least twice. Rory... forget trying to count how many time he's died or been unmade. And you said you saw the Doctor die as many times as I have, from the sound of it. Nah, death isn't all that scary. And it sounds like you laid in the same ground work we did, made sure he won't be alone. So long as he isn't alone, he'll be fine. He's the Doctor. He'll sweet off some other girl to have mad adventures, he'll miss us, sure. But he'll be okay, and that's what's important, yeah? The Doctor and the Tarids. The Madman and his beautiful blue box. There isn't a think in any universe he can't do, if he truly sets his mind to it, and stops telling himself he can't. That's what he needs us for, I think. Tell him he can when he thinks he can't, and stop him when he knows he can but he really shouldn't."
"Never had training for mental blocks, but if anyone wants to try and root through my head, good luck to them," she said with a laugh. "So many timelines that never were, deaths that un-happened, people I remember that never existed, and cold hard facts that the Doctor remembers that un-happened so I never experienced them. He wanted to know why I didn't recognize a Dalek on sight the first time, spun some story about how there should be ducks in the duck pond and a sky full of Daleks." She shrugged. "Never saw a thing, neither did Rory or Mels." Though she had a theory on why. Too bad her theory didn't work on a fundamental level. She chalked it up to the Doctor being the Doctor, ultimately.
"Oh, it's happened. Was amusing in hindsight, less so at the time. Basically, lesson learned. When the Doctor lets some bloke - in this case, my husband at least - help fly the Tardis, remember the floors are made of glass before deciding to wear a short skirt. Rory wound up parking the Tardis inside the Tardis. Doctor had to go into the inner Tardis to pop back in through the main doors to tell him which lever to use to keep us all from blowing up when he controlled an implosion or explosion, or something. Sorry, ran that look maybe a half dozen times, still doesn't make sense to me. Early days of running with him. I s'ppose I'd be better able to follow it now. Not sure."
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Shame Rory wasn't there when she asked that. She even glanced at the door, as though the question might summon him. She held on to hope. Always had, always will. Not a speck of doubt in her mind, she'd see him again. Probably soon. Till then, this was just one more adventure to talk about over tea or wine in the garden. and she intended to enjoy herself.
"Air from his lungs?" someone was bent over with laughter now. "Seriously, that's his idea of a gift, air from his lungs. Maybe I'm glad now he never bought River a ring, could you just imagine what he'd pick out? Some sort of worm or something..." A ring worm. "Alright. Defiantly sticking to tea for now, or he'll take one look at me and know I was up to something." She was still laughing though. "Hey, ever wonder where exactly his room is? I kind of have this impulse like we should put pudding in his pillow case or something, just to see if this face can overreact like mine can, but for all we've looked, Rory and I could never find a room that was clearly his."
Then she stopped laughing as Rose said the thing about them all dying. "Look, the Doctor's like 1200 or something these days. If he keeps taking up with people like you and me and Rory, of course we all die on him. But he's a time traveler who hates endings. Bet you anything he goes back when he thinks no one will notice and watches us as kids from off in the distance somewhere. We may die, and we may get to the point where he can't run with us anymore, but we're always still within reach for him. Besides, my family, we've gotten a bit more easy going about death. Die a few times, and you stop being afraid of your own death. River even told us once, after we saw him die, the time the space suit shot him... she said that the Doctor's death doesn't scare her, nor does her own, all she had to fear in the whole universe would be the day she went running with him to find he's no clue who she is. Never told her or Rory this, so don't you dare tell them either... but I think that for him, that happened before I ever met him. He knew so little about her when I first met her, at the Byzantine. But I've died now... what... twice? I'd have to count it out. At least twice. Rory... forget trying to count how many time he's died or been unmade. And you said you saw the Doctor die as many times as I have, from the sound of it. Nah, death isn't all that scary. And it sounds like you laid in the same ground work we did, made sure he won't be alone. So long as he isn't alone, he'll be fine. He's the Doctor. He'll sweet off some other girl to have mad adventures, he'll miss us, sure. But he'll be okay, and that's what's important, yeah? The Doctor and the Tarids. The Madman and his beautiful blue box. There isn't a think in any universe he can't do, if he truly sets his mind to it, and stops telling himself he can't. That's what he needs us for, I think. Tell him he can when he thinks he can't, and stop him when he knows he can but he really shouldn't."
"Never had training for mental blocks, but if anyone wants to try and root through my head, good luck to them," she said with a laugh. "So many timelines that never were, deaths that un-happened, people I remember that never existed, and cold hard facts that the Doctor remembers that un-happened so I never experienced them. He wanted to know why I didn't recognize a Dalek on sight the first time, spun some story about how there should be ducks in the duck pond and a sky full of Daleks." She shrugged. "Never saw a thing, neither did Rory or Mels." Though she had a theory on why. Too bad her theory didn't work on a fundamental level. She chalked it up to the Doctor being the Doctor, ultimately.
"Oh, it's happened. Was amusing in hindsight, less so at the time. Basically, lesson learned. When the Doctor lets some bloke - in this case, my husband at least - help fly the Tardis, remember the floors are made of glass before deciding to wear a short skirt. Rory wound up parking the Tardis inside the Tardis. Doctor had to go into the inner Tardis to pop back in through the main doors to tell him which lever to use to keep us all from blowing up when he controlled an implosion or explosion, or something. Sorry, ran that look maybe a half dozen times, still doesn't make sense to me. Early days of running with him. I s'ppose I'd be better able to follow it now. Not sure."