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[he is sitting in what very much looks like the office of some laid back lecturer with a helpful globe on the desk, though it looks wrong as things keep shifting around, as well as pictures on the desk, shaping away from the camera]

Right so. I lied. I am not Joe Cool. Yes everyone who guessed right gets a cookie and a nice pat yourself on the back for being so clever. Go ahead. I don't mind. Over yourselves? Excellent.

I am the Doctor. There is another man who calls himself the Doctor and he is, in fact, me. You could ask but you'd be wasting your breath. Just don't question it and learn to live a little. Or alternatively ask someone who knows me and see what they will tell you.

Anyway, point is, I am here to help. So if there is something pressing I do have office hours posted outside the big blue police box. Please fill out your name and approximate time of the meeting. Don't hold your breath on the weekends however. If there is an emergency well. I'll find it. Believe me I always do.

However, if you are currently mad at me, that is to say, the Doctor. And by mad I mean furious, angry, want to maim or otherwise want to vent problematic elements of our current relationship, please come and see me and get it out of your system. I am the up to date operating system as it were and the other is still getting the bugs cleared out. But since I was him I can be blamed for all the himming he does.

If you vent your spleen at him instead, I shall be very cross. It's not all that easy keeping ourselves together, you know, especially when there is more than one of me in the same room so, angry as you may be, have consideration.

Anyway! [he drums his hands against the table] That's all I had to say. Staff meeting at ten. Tea at eleven. Twelve is when the fun starts. Oh, and if you know of any good indoor ice skating rinks, let me know. Provided we don't all drown in buckets of angst, it might be fun to get some lead out if you know what I mean.

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Just don't let it get to your head, alright? He's not myself right now. Usually he's much more energetic and cheerful and like the me you knew only more like a live wire than...well a sugared up pipe cleaner. [the metaphor is a little... well never mind.]

By the way I know you haven't been here long but do you happen to know by any chance who else myself might have turned sour here?

"Now that I can't promise. But I know what bad moods are like. If Rory can put up with mine, I've no right to complain about anyone's. But if you try to tell me hes like a soap bubble outside a soap bubble, I might just stop listening for a while," [she teased]

"The only people I know for sure he's talked to other than those of us in the Tardis is a girl named Belle, but she seems to really like him. Past companion, I'm guessing?"

More like a soap bubble in a soap bubble, if both bubbles were rugged and handsome.

[he thinks about the name]

Can't recall but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. I'm glad he's managed to make a friend.

[though he wonders what the fallout will be. Well insofar as friends here, he washes his hands of it. It's none of his business yet who his past self chooses to like and dislike and-- no he might as well be braced to be dragged into it to if everything snaps into place]

You know we're not meant to be apart like this for any length of time. Bad things start to happen.

"Uh huh. I see somethings never change," [she said, amused.]

[She considered the knowledge that Belle was from here then, not their past. Something to think about later.]

"What, miss me that much already?" [she asked. Oh, she knew he probably either meant him and his past, or him and the Tardis, but what was the point of having a best friend if you didn't ruffle his feathers every so often?]

Every day. Always. Why do you think I sound like this? Not just a coincidence.

[Okay, her heart melted just a little bit then. And her smile showed it. She'd just seen him ten minutes before she arrived here. Since arriving here, she'd been living with his younger self. How could she feel like she missed him, when she was so surrounded by him?]

"Well, you have a time machine. Rory and I won't mind if you come visit out of order. And you know we always set an extra place for you."

[In other words, no matter when we stop running with you, or why, we are always still there, our past can always be your future, and you are ALWAYS welcome. Any version of you.]

[oh if only he could. He'd create any number of paradoxes in order to do so--or at least told himself that but he knew that there would always be something holding him back.]

You know I'll be there. [though not exactly when or as what face]

In the meantime, keep an eye on that face would you? He seems volatile right now and even I can't be sure what he's going to do.

"Of course I know, Doctor." [she was going to say more, then saw it wasn't private any longer. So she held her tongue for now about how long the gaps between have been getting.] "And you will always be welcomed."

[A nod.] "You didn't even have to ask, Doctor."

Excellent. [honestly he hadn't even noticed] In the meantime... [he runs a hand through his hair, making it wilder than ever] I have a lot to think about.

"When do you ever not?" [she asked, grinning.]

Fair point. Look I'll talk to you later alright?

[and because she is his Pond and he loves her he'll give her a moment to say goodbye before disconnecting]

[She nodded.] "You had better, Doctor." [Her way of saying "I love you" to him.]

[he gives her a brief smile then ends the feed]

[Once she was sure the feed was closed, she mouthed the words "love you" and closed it, smiling a bit.]

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