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Dawn Summers, Personal Assistant.
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Chapter Thirty Four – We're All Going On A Lovely Holiday.
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Xander leaned back against the sand, enjoying the sun.
It was nice to just relax in the light, after they'd spent the last several weeks wandering around the darkened interior of the TARDIS after the Time Motor had malfunctioned and the Doctor had to land the old girl on a deserted beach on a deserted planet outside the usual shipping lanes.
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Next to him, a sleeping Cordelia mumbled something about Integra Hellsing not getting her hands on Xander while she was alive... or dead...or something.
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Down by the ocean a laughing Amy buried Rory in sandy Viking physique.
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The Doctor sat in the shade of a palm-like tree and grumbled about the amount of sand Rory and Amy were going to track into the TARDIS and how long it was taking the parts to fix the Time Motor with were taking to arrive.
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Xander smirked; the Doctor never did understand how to have a holiday.
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To be continued...
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BtVS/DrWho