Title: Of First Aid Kits and Lennon

Rating: G (or PG for sappiness)

Disclaimer: I claim no rights to anything within the Doctor Who franchise. Mit Tyler and any other characters are my intellectual property.

Summary: Sometimes it's too good of a disguise. Original character-centric ficlet.

"This is all your fault."

"Oh look, there's a first aid kit. Do you think they'd miss it?"

"Yes, I think they would. If they don't find it on you when we get arrested when we leave."

"Well- what if I put it in my pocket?"

"I think they'll still find it."

"They're very big pockets."

Charlotte glared at Mit's waistcoated back. He gave a sigh and turned around.

"Look, I'm sorry."

"You said I could meet John Lennon."

"Well at least I got London this time."

"You're as bad as your father."

She ignored his responding scowl and slid down to sit on the floor of the cramped box. The door rattled behind her back.

"OI," she shouted, "Cut it out!" A chorus of muffled shouts and jeers came back and the door rattled with knocks and blows again. Charlotte stood up again.

"Here, sit on this side," Mit offered, shifting to press against one of the walls. Charlotte silently moved to where he had gestured and slid down the wall again. Mit leaned against his wall, staring at the frosted glass window. Charlotte rubbed her eyes.

"So, what's likely to happen now?"

"Well, in half an hour or so- you saw that crowd, the police car'll take forever to get here- we'll be arrested. Then I shall do something fanta-"

"No. Stop there." Mit peered at Charlotte. Her face was covered with her hands, her knees pulled to her chest. "Please don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Be optimistic. Sit down and brood with me." He slowly crouched down, watching her carefully.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just tired."

"You want a hug?"

"What is it with you and hugs?"

"A hug can help a lot of things." He shifted to sit down and pull her against his side. She didn't resist, and he started playing with a lock of her hair.

"'magine if the cure for cancer was a hug."

"That would be something, wouldn't it."

"Do we ever cure cancer?"

"Dunno. I think you become immune to it- what with alien cross breeding- but I don't think you ever find a cure."

"Cross breeding."

"Yeah. By the year 5000, there's only one 'pure' human left. Absolutely mad. Mum told me about her. Everyone else-"

"I get the picture."

"…is something up? Is it that I keep getting the places wrong? Because I only had my dad to teach me how to drive the TARDIS, and he's not the best teacher. And anyway, I think we're supposed to have- what, several highly trained Time Lords and Ladies piloting just one of them? Jeez, it's weird to think of that many of them. I'm not even a half Time Lord, and to think of at least seven of them in one TARDIS… Charlotte?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you falling asleep?"

"'s warm in here. And I'm tired. And you're comfy."

"Why thank you. I think that's a compliment. Unless you're calling me fat."

"Hmm."

"Next time I'll get it right. Promise."

"I don't mind." Charlotte cracked an eye open and smiled blearily at him. "I think I just need a good long sleep once we get home."

"Alright then. Nice long sleep."

"And no talking."

"I can do that."

"No you can't."

"Ca-" He frowned.

"That's better."