He did not do this. In a world of grey and white he did not belong. He was the last of the Time Lords. A birth right that however tainted, demanded his full concentration. He could not allow himself to be side tracked; should not, could not, would not.
Well at least that was his intention but intention seemed to go out the window when faced with one flushed Rose Tyler and an avalanche of soft duck feathers that were currently raining down on his head.
Intentions be damned. After all there was more than one use for a feather.
Author Note: If you enjoyed this let me know. There is now a full length fic called 'The Best of Intentions' based on this drabble available for your enjoyment. If you click through to my master list you will find it listed.