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[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor flipped a few final switches on the TARDIS console, adding the information he'd just recieved about Aislinn into the systems, should he ever run across another muse like her again. Well, he doubted it would be exactly like her, but...the same genus at least.

He turned, picking up the teacups that were left behind. Funny, he would've thought Rose would've been back by now. The sound of a familiar key in the lock made him look up. Speak of the devil...

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[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron's head spun in time with the Doctor's, a flash of wariness and the first flash of fear at exactly what he was doing--trying to do--occuring to him.

"We're here?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"June 24th, 1747," the Doctor replied, "Warm summer day out there. Not on her birthday, that's probably for the best, though. Wouldn't want to have any surprise French parties wrecking...whatever history you're planning on wrecking."

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

Rose hopped off the TARDIS console and went to Byron, perhaps noting a little bit of that wariness. Anybody would be nervous, she thought, and he was going out there alone, not like everyone else they'd brought along who'd always had her and the Doctor.

"I don't think you'll wreck anything," Rose said, laying a hand on his arm, a small reassuring gesture that she didn't think would provoke any particular reaction from the Doctor, but that still managed to convey all the warmth she felt. "She'll adore you if she's got any sense at all."

And if she didn't, well. Rose would be happy to be the one with better sense.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron smiled down at her, and laid his fingers over hers, squeezing gently.

"Thank you..." Then he kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll be back."

It was a promise.