TITLE: Reunion
AUTHOR: MikeJaffa
SYNOPSIS: Alternate tag for Season 10 episode 12; spoilers for episode 12. AU for Leela
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC.
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Bill joined Heather at the door to the Tardis. "Just one thing," Bill said: "I've been through a lot since the last time we met. So I'll show you around."
They turned to the starfield and linked hands. A comet raced past.
Bill took a deep breath. Then she and Heather jumped. The Tardis doors closed behind them.
THE END
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EPILOGUE—ENGALND, EARTH, JULY 2017
"Oh, dear, Elle. I just remembered what today is." The speaker appeared to be an elderly human male, apparently in his late 70s or early 80s, wearing a tweed coat and an English driving cap. Curly white hair poked out from under the cap, and he spoke with a deep voice.
"It is the day you would forget about work and enjoy your day off, Curator." Though she had red hair, it seemed she was only a few years younger than the man, yet one would be hard pressed to say whether her hair was dyed or naturally red. She had her hands hooked around his elbow as they walked along an English country lane on a sunny afternoon. "You instructed me not to let you bother yourself with work-related matters."
"This isn't work-related."
"Then you instructed me to not allow you to dwell on those things."
"And you *always* follow my instructions."
She smiled. "When it counts." The smiled faded. "I know that look. You must not allow yourself to be burdened with regrets. You have far too many."
"That's true-" He stopped in his tracks, bringing them to a halt. "It hasn't rained for a week. So where did that puddle come from?"
She laughed at the meter-wide puddle in their path. "Jumping at shadows? Perhaps hoping for an…" She trailed off. Her smile faded and she cocked her head to one side. "No, you are right. There is something strange here." She disengaged her hands from the Curator's arm and drew one hand under her coat. She quietly released her karambit from its sheath and drew it out, holding her arms at her side with the weapon in a backhand grip.
The puddle began to bulge, rise up, and split, and assume the forms of two human girls. One was white with blonde hair, a star pattern in one eye. The other was black with a large afro.
The Curator gawked at the black girl. "Bill!? Is it really you?"
Bill smiled. "Hey, Old Man. Miss me?"
…and the adventure continues…