So this one is more of an outpouring of thoughts I suppose. Ahh anyway, hope you like it.

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Chapter 11. Dating Problems

I am 598 years old. Give or take. I've kind of lost count along the way, it's impossible to keep up really. But I'm pretty old right? Yeah well that's what I thought. Apparently the Doctor does not agree.

So there's a couple hundred years age gap between us. I'm pretty much the definition of a kid sister, except that I've grown up. The problem is that he doesn't seem to have realised this. And sometimes that's a good thing, but others...well it can be a right pain in the neck. An example you say? Well lets have a think.

I'll set the scene shall I? It's 1950s America. We're working on a case with some government agency, the FBI, CIA, Torchwood US, I forget which, all of those earth organisations blur into one for me. Anyway, point is, there's this guy, three piece suit, sharp hair, late 20s, and I have to say, he was pretty damn handsome. We've been working with him for a few days, and he's flirting big time. I've spent the majority of my time blushing, which he just replies to with a knowing smirk. It's infuriating. But what's even more annoying is the Doctor, who keeps bursting in, floppy hair waving in his face, goofy grin plastered across his features. At first I'm pretty sure that it's all a coincidence, and then the guy asks me out for a drink, and I realise that the git is doing it on purpose.

He pops up from behind the shelf of files we're sorting through, looking a little flustered.

"Sorry we, and by we, I mean my sister and I, have already got plans tonight,"

I look at him, not impressed. He purses his lips slightly, and gives me that look. The one that says play along. I turn back to suit guy, smiling.

"I have no idea what he's talking about, I'm completely free toni-"

"Ahh but Aobh, you need to do that thing," He strides round the shelf, standing behind me, fidgeting with his thumbs hooked in behind his braces.

"That thing," I state, deadpan.

"Yes, the thing," He emphasizes, unable to keep still. "The very important thing you promised me you would do tonight,"

I blinked, and then turned back to suit guy.

"What time shall I meet you?"

He looks slightly uncomfortable now, but still manages to play it cool, slicking his perfect hair back. "Well if tonight is too busy, how about tomorrow night?"

"Can't," Comes the Doctor's voice before I can even answer. "She can't, the thing will stretch on 'till then," He gave a small grin. "It's a big thing,"

"Tonight, 7pm? Pick me up at that big hotel down the street, whatsit called, the Grande or something?"

"Great. It's a date then," suit guys smiles, picking up the file we needed and heading for the door.

"Well not a really a date," The Doctor guffawed. "A meeting between colleagues. But I can't wait all the same, see you there!"

"But no, sorry Doc, I didn't mean-" suit guy started to protest, but I gave him a wave, and a small nod that I hoped said I'll deal with this. He looked unsure, but after a moment, headed out of the room. I turned back to the Doctor.

"What in the blazes are you doing? What is your problem?!"

He crossed his arms, letting out a big huff. "He is too old for you!"

"HE is too old for ME? Are you serious? Or have you finally lost your marbles?"

He huffed and puffed, clearly trying to think of an argument, and then just settled for a good old "That's beside the point!"

I could feel my temper rising, but I gritted my teeth, taking a steadying breath, and then jabbed my finger into his chest, emphasising each word.

"You. Are. Not. Coming. Too!"

He grabbed my finger on the last jab, great bottom jaw wobbling as he drew himself up to full size. He towered over me, practically gargantuan, and it would have been enough to terrify anyone, but I knew this tactic, and I stood my ground, finger still clutched in his grip.

"I'm not letting you-"

"Let go of my finger!"

He let go.

"I'm not letting you trounce off with some...some flirt!"

"I let you trounce off with River! You don't hear me complaining about that!"

"That's different!" He huffed indignantly.

"Oh poppycock!" I scoffed

I had him though. There was no argument he could think of that made sense, and he knew it. He shuffled about, opening his mouth like a fish and rubbing his hands together as he thought, and then with a great frustrated groan, he strode from the room. A minor victory.

Why a minor victory you ask? Because he followed us the whole night that's why.

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