It was that exact moment Tegan decided she hated him. What gave him the right to sign her up for dance lessons!? In 1941 of all times to make it worse. Not that she was a fan of dancing period, but perhaps something more modern, her speed would have helped, if only a tiny bit. To track an alien threat he had told her as handing over the hideous shoes, two sizes too big, and a dress she was certain she had a photograph of her grandmother wearing.
"No! Doctor I don't dance!" Tegan protests for the hundredth time.
"Oh please? I can't do it without you. Doesn't doing a little dirty boogie seem like fun?" She hated his sheepish grin and wide eyes, it made him seem so innocent.
"Tell me again why Nyssa can't?"
"She has to rewire the fifth spare engine, you know our emergency back up?"
"And that has to be done tonight!?" He tried to hide it, but Tegan catches a twinkle in his eyes, the wide innocent ones. How unsurprising a set up at her suspense!
"Fine I'll be your partner but be warned I have two left feet!"
