By: The Bubbles
Summary: Romana and K-9 throw the Doctor a birthday party. Birthday tribute to Tom Baker.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, It would be Four, and I would stand him in my room by my air conditioner so I didn't have to turn it on.
A/N- Tom Baker is the greatest actor to play the Doctor ever. So this is a little birthday present! (as if he's actually reading this)
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"I'm really sorry, Doctor."
Romana definitely looked sorry. And singed. She also looked very singed.
"That's… quite all right, Romana."
The Doctor patted her shoulder a bit, putting out the fire that had sprouted up.
"Master? Please restore to vertical position!"
"Ah, yes, of course, K-9." He up righted his dog. "Are you all right?"
"Affirmative, Master," K-9 sighed.
The Doctor was the only one not singed. Considering that there were at least five other people and a tin dog crowding into the TARDIS's control room, this was saying something. He helped a local fireman to his feet.
"Really, Romana, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking I would throw you a party to help celebrate your birthday."
"Yes, I gathered that. What I mean is, what were you thinking getting all those candles?"
"Well its not my fault you're old!"
"I'm not old! Though I can see where you might get the idea, since you had to call the fire department to blow out my birthday candles."
"Well what was I supposed to do? It's an Earth tradition, and you're the one crazy about Earth traditions."
"Romana…" He took her elbow and guided her over to the side, away from the crowd. "When you were buying those candles, did you by any chance see those candles that are shaped like numbers? They're made for the double-digit birthday cakes. That way you don't have to call in the fire department."
"I'm really sorry, Doctor."
"I know you are. And since you're so sorry, you're going to clean up the TARDIS without putting up any fuss."
"The candles were K-9's idea, shouldn't you make him do it?"
"Mistress?"
"Well, K-9 can help you. Isn't that right, K-9?"
"Master?"
"Good-o, then. I'll be off. Make sure you get rid of those firemen!"
He gave an elaborate bow and exited with a dramatic flourish.
Romana crossed her arms in annoyance. This was NOT how she'd planned to spend the Doctor's birthday. Not like she could do anything about it now…She sighed and shoo'd the firemen out of the TARDIS.
"Come along, K-9. We'll have to go to the store and get some cleaning agents for this mess."
"Affirmative, Mistress."
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A/N- My Beta reader thinks I'm developing the British Complex just because I said 'oi' yesterday. Well, I've already got the Canadian Syndrome, so I guess that's just one more disorder to the pile. (No offense to any Brits or Canadians)
Happy
Birthday, Tom Baker!