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Erm. Well.

... There's really no right way to say this in an entry. Um.

Right.

I think I've got something that you lot... really should know.

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[He steps out with her and starts consulting a board on the wall.]

Hmm. It's this way. [Points to the right.] D'you want me to wait outside?

You can if you want.

[It didn't matter to her right then. She walks down the hall and opens the door to his room. All she can hear are the various monitors and machines hooked up to him as she moves silently over to his bedside. Her eyes started welling up again as she placed her hands on the edge of his bed.]

Lockon....

[And that's all it takes before she starts sobbing and drops down to her knees.]

[He doesn't want to pry, or intrude, not any more than he has already. But he can't stand listening to her cry like that. Irrational or not, he feels at least somewhat responsible for it. So he quietly enters the room and puts a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to give a little comfort.]

[She looks up, sniffling, tears still rolling down her face. She looks unsure of what to do before she stands up and clings on to him and starts crying all over again.]

[He blinks in surprise but hugging people comes easily to him. So he stands there and hugs her, rubbing her back soothingly every so often, but not saying anything. Just letting her cry.]

[After some time, she finally stops crying. She turns her head to look back at Lockon and leans against Ten, still holding onto him.]

You said he'll wake up after a month or so, right? Can I keep visiting him until then?

[She sounds fairly calm again with the occasional sniffling.]

[He nods.]

Of course, as often as you like. I don't mind playing taxi.

Thank you.

[A smile flickers on her face as she looks up at him and the separates herself to go back to Lockon's bedside.]

Next time I come, I'll bring Haro too.

[He smiles a little wider.]

I'm sure he'll like that.

[Almost tentatively, she reaches out a hand and let it hover over his head for a few seconds before lightly pushing some stray strands of hair out of his face. Then she turned back to the Doctor.]

I think I'm ready to go now.

[He nods, pushing his hands into his coat pockets.]

You sure? I don't mind hanging around if you want a few more minutes.

It's alright. I know I can come back and talk with him more later. For now, it's enough to see that he's alive.

[She takes one last look back and smiles slightly when she turns her head back.]

Alright then, always moving on. Off we go, then.

[He smiles slightly and leads the way out of the room and back towards the lift, pushing the call button as soon as he gets there.]

[She follows him out, pausing at the door to give him a little wave (it didn't matter if he wouldn't see), and waits silently at the lift doors.]

[The doors slide open and Ten steps aside, giving a little wave as he lets the nurse pass first, before stepping inside and pressing the button for reception once again.]

[Vaguely, just for something to say.] D'you think I should get a TAXI sign for the front of the TARDIS?

[Feldt hid a tiny giggle behind her hand.]

If you think it's a good idea and the TARDIS agrees to it.

[There, that was more like it! He smiled crookedly.]

Well, I reckon it would make a change from 450 years or so of POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX.

[Feldt looked up at him in surprise.]

It's been like that for 450 years?

[He nodded.]

Yeah, ever since the chameleon circuit malfunctioned. She was designed to blend into the surroundings but the thing that lets her change shape's been broken almost ever since I've had her.

[She stared up at him in mild surprise.]

And you haven't been able to fix her?

[He shrugged]

Didn't know enough about how she worked, at first. I... well, I suppose they would have called it stealing, but as far as I'm concerned it was saving her from scrap. They were just going to leave her to die anyway. Anyway, I figured out how to fix it a couple of regenerations back, but I like the police box look now. It's got a certain charm to it, don't you think?

It's very unique, so yes.

[She paused for a few seconds before adding...]

What do you mean by regenerations?

[The lift seemed to be taking longer to go down than it did going up, didn't it? Maybe they needed to get a man in. Shoddy engineering, psh.]

Oh, that... I keep forgetting who I have and haven't told, I should make a list, really. But regeneration is... well, it's sort of like a Time Lord way of cheating death. Instead of kicking the bucket my entire body changes. Bits of my personality as well, sometimes. This is my tenth body right now.

[It certainly did seem to be moving slowly. Is this thing even moving down still? Ah, there we go, it just hit the third floor.]

That's incredible.

[And about time! Almost there, then.]

Well. It's handy when you make a life out of saving the universe on a regular basis. The bit just afterwards can be a bit of a pain, though.

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