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Summary: The aftermath of the Calgeil affair...

Notes: Warning: This is nothing but shameless, self indulgent fluff worthy of the worst of trash novels (without the smut. no smut.)

Really, this is all just lovey-lovey smoochie-woochie stuff that will rot your teeth. If that's your thing, groovy. If not, then you may want to skip it.

Although there is one bit in there that was specifically requested by one of our readers (maybe a couple of you, come to think of it), involving Nine laying down a bit the law on Ten. Actually, he punches him... Hard to find a bit for it, but I managed it. :)

Anyhooo. Make sure you book a dental appointment for when you finish this... You'll need it. I hope you enjoy.

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Roses eyes were wide and focused on the arc of dark lashes that bordered his closed eyes as his lips touched to hers. She inhaled her breath as a hitch through her nose when she felt him press his lips against hers. As always, when he initiated a kiss with her in this body, it was soft and barely perceptible. It was a request for permission to deepen their connection, a touch with a light parting of his lips that closed gently on hers.

With the remembrance of his touch she parted her lips with a gasp and a whimper of longing. He quickly accepted that as his permission and lightly tilted his head to press the length of his nose against hers and guided the roll of their jaws into perfect synchronicity as he deepened their connection. His hand remained gently cupped around her cheek, his fingertips grazing lightly at her temple. His other arm tightened around her back to pull her closer to him.

With the press of her breasts against his chest and the tingle of his mind seeking entry into her own though the touch of his fingers against her temple, Rose drew in a deep breath of him and pulled herself back. Her breaths drew in and out in hurried gasps of worry and, for perhaps the twentieth time today, she shifted to release herself from his hold.

"Doctor," she whimpered urgently. She held one hand around his wrist at her cheek and used the other to try and pry his arm from her back. "Don't, please."

He didn't remove his hand from against her cheek, but as his eyes fluttered open to a lazy, hooded, gaze, he looked at the ring she sported on her finger. He shifted his hand then to bring both in between them.

"The reason I couldn't find this," he remarked softly without looking up at her. "Was because I'd already given it to you."

She released his wrist and curled that hand within the part of her breasts. She stepped backward as she brought her other hand around to cover the diamond from sight. "It actually hurts me to know you were even looking for it," she admitted on a barely audible whisper.

"Why?"

She stood sideways to him now and lifted her eyes to look into his face. "Because it means your hearts were captured by another." She inhaled deeply. "And that hurts, Doctor. Even if it wasn't your fault, it still hurts." She gulped and let her hands fall off to her sides. Her eyes searched out the blue-white fur of the wolves. "I should make sure they're okay."

"I'm quite sure the both of them are," he ventured with a pinch in his eyes. "We really should talk…"

"Let her go," Ten interrupted with a frustrated huff. His face was set in a frown and his arms were uncharacteristically folded across his chest with obvious annoyance. "I hate it when he's right, you know."

"When who's right?"

"Braxiatel."

"And just what is it that you feel he so on the mark with this time," Eight gruffed.

"That we are an infuriating, frustrating little brother," he answered. He shifted a look from Rose toward his younger self. "You just couldn't let it go, could you? Couldn't shelve your damn curiosity for a single moment, despite me warning to you let it go."

"Well, perhaps if you'd been a little more upfront about the entire situation rather than only releasing a small, cryptic, and quite frankly inadequate and unreasonable demand not to mention…"

"Say that name, and I'll put you on the ground," Ten warned hotly with a spin toward Eight. "If you think for a fraction of a second that what we had with her comes anywhere near close to what we have – had – with Rose, then you are sorely mistaken."

"Near as I can remember," Nine added as he jumped off the lower edge of the ramp to join them. "We felt more for Phen than we did Charley." He stopped at Ten's glare and held up his hands. "Hey. Caught the tail end of that, had to interject with somethin' close to meaningful." He stood tall with his arms across his chest and a high rise in his brows. "And I'm with silk and velvet here when he says you should've been a bit more up front about what's going on. I, personally, would love to know how he even knows her. I was the one who met Rose, not him."

"It…" Ten exhaled with a roll his in eyes and his head. "It's complicated. About as complicated as it can get."

"I'm a smart boy," Nine said with a sniff. "Bet I can wrap my head around it well enough."

"Really bet you can't," Ten disagreed quietly. "There are times I can't even wrap my head around it, and I've lived every single part of our timeline that involves Rose." He looked to Eight. "But, yes. To sate your curiosity, you were the one of us who loved that woman so damn much that you not only made her your wife but fathered two incredible children with her as well."

"Hold on," Nine said with a perplexed sound and shudder in his shoulders. "In my timeline, right now, I'm a father and a husband?" his eyes flashed toward Rose, who was currently in a cuddle with one of the wolves. "My Rose, she's…?"

"Your Rose hasn't even met him yet," Ten offered with a slouch and a thrust of his hands into his pockets. He looked off to one side. "She met him when she left me."

There were two sounds of incredulity from his left, but only Nine voiced the question on both their minds. "I'm sorry, what? Rose left you?" His brows pulled together and his eyes flicked toward the wolves. "But…?"

"She did," he confirmed on a low voice. "Broke both of my hearts and left me one very stormy night on Crandinia …" He inhaled. "But not before I'd broken hers first." He cleared his throat and shifted his head toward the two men without actually looking at either of them. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to check on … on my wife."

Both Eight and Nine watched him walk slowly toward his wife with absolute defeat weighing down his shoulders. It was as though they could hear both of his hearts weep inside his chest.

"Are you wrapping your head around it?" Eight asked out of the side of his mouth.

"Not one part of it," he answered on a whisper.

"Neither am I," he admitted. "And I'm not leaving here until I know exactly what happened, why I'm not still with her, and worse: Why I can't remember the one who became the most important person in my entire life."

"And you've no doubt about that, do you?"

"Look at him," he said with a flick of his hand toward Ten, silhouetted in in the sunshine ahead of them. A powerful, yet defeated creature in a solitary stance in watch over his beloved. "And tell me she isn't."

"Don't need to look at him," Nine gruffed. "I already know it."

"And you're satisfied with his explanation, then?"

"Not in the slightest." He stretched up his back and loomed tall with a look down the long bridge of his nose toward his elder self. "Doctor!" he bellowed out.

Ten's reply was a husk in the wind more than a direct answer. "What?"

"Contact," he commanded. "And that's not a request."

Ten spun so quickly at the command that his coat tails billowed out like a skirt caught in the wind. He stalked quickly toward them. "Alright. You want to see it all? Then take a good look and what the two of you become when you walk out of the regeneration fire and become me," he growled out with an almost threatening tone of voice. "Contact."

He heard both men repeat the word and felt their quick and eager intrusion into his mind. He didn't bother letting either of them simply wade through the memories of Rose, he thrust it at both of them. One clip of memory after another thrown at them like frisbee disks tossed along a beach. He forced every single memory he had, all that he'd lost, all that he'd regained, the reasons why, and the painful journey he'd taken since their reunion to affirm just what she truly meant to him. He didn't stop throwing memories at them until he felt both men pull out of his mind and stagger into reality with gasps and shudders.

He didn't look at either of them. Instead he closed his eyes and braced himself for what he knew was coming for him. He didn't doubt at all that it would come – if he was in that man's place, he'd do exactly the same thing to him.

"You stupid, arrogant, ignorant pigrat!" Nine levered out in a hot growl as his arm swung hard enough in the air that Ten could hear the split of the air around it. He didn't hear the words that followed it as a large fist connected hard at his jaw with enough force to throw him off his feet. He landed on his hip on the tarmac but didn't bother to rub out the sting of the punch. No. He wanted to feel that pain. He needed to.

"How could you?" Nine continued in a lean over him. "Now get up so I can do that again."

Ten remained on the ground but looked up with a fierce expression across his face. "I wish you could remember this," he growled. "Remember it so when you're in my position, you'll actually understand."

Eight let out a small sound of agreement. "It wasn't his fault," he admitted softly. "And punching him isn't going to change what happened."

"No, but it'll make me feel better," Nine growled as he finally allowed himself to shake out the sting in his knuckles.

They all looked up at the stunned cry of their name from across the courtyard. Rose ran with such heavy footfalls that the dust from the gravel kicked up into small clouds from her feet. Both large wolves bounded behind her, with their little cub in the lead of them all. She dropped to her knees and skidded across the space that remained between herself and her fallen Time Lord. One of his arms opened to catch her against his chest and hung loosely behind her back.

"What happened?" she asked with worry in her voice as she cupped his face in both hands. She saw the reddening bruise on his jaw and her mouth fell open. "My God, Doctor. What happened?"

"I punched him," Nine answered almost proudly from above her.

Her head shot upward. "Why'd you do that?"

"He deserved it?"

She shook her head and looked back down to her husband, shifting her palm off his cheek to survey the damage. "You okay?" she queried softly in a voice filled with concern.

"I love you," he replied as though it was the only possible answer to her question.

"You never say it like that," she said with soft curiosity. "Never." She leaned forward to press a series of soft kisses across the redness of his jaw. "My heart beats for you, too," she said softly between kisses. She gasped and straightened her back to move in close to him when his arm snapped across her waist. "I think you should both go," she advised flatly.

"Nope," Nine replied indignantly. "Not goin' anywhere right now." He looked toward his younger self, who currently had a massive white wolf sniffing at his kneecaps. "You, Doctor?"

"Actually. I'm a bit scared to move right now," he admitted with a light shake of worry in his voice. "This one looks hungry."

"She recognises you," Rose offered quietly. She pulled back from Ten and rose from her knees to a stand. She held her hand down to help him to his feet. Her next comment was spoken in a slightly strangled tone as she grunted under the weight of Ten who was pulling to a stand. "You might want to brace yourself."

"For what?" he asked with wide eyes. It was a question answered by Tiallu, who let out a whining howl and reared up to put her front paws on his shoulders. Her entire back end rocked with the violent and fast excited swing of her tail as she happily licked at his face. The animal whined, howled, yapped and jumped on her back legs with excitement at seeing him after so long.

Nine's brows levitated completely into his hairline. "Well, that's a little bit disgusting. A face full of dog slobber…"

"Better than a face full of snapping teeth," Rose offered with a shrug as she curled tightly into Ten's side underneath his jacket. "Tiallu! Come here, baby. Leave Daddy alone. He's got to go now."

"You call a Dahrama Baby," Nine drolled out flatly as he watched the large wolf almost immediately do as she was told and walk to Rose's side. "They are anythin' but."

"Shows what you know," Rose said with a sigh. She looked up into ten's face, then curled her hand behind his head to draw him down to a tender kiss. She sighed when he pulled back and gave him a smile. "Time to go, you think? This lot have been taken care of, now." She drew in a long breath. "And I really need to go home and hug the kids." She inhaled. "Are you okay with a family bed tonight?"

"I'm just happy to be in there," he answered with a small smile. "Need me to have the TARDIS cause an atmospheric disturbance to make sure the kids want to join us?"

"Thunderstorm snuggles," she said with a chuckle. "Sounds like a plan. I'll leave it in your hands, then."

"Manipulating the youngsters," Nine said with a smirk. "Sounds about right for the Doctor." He exhaled and looked to the ramp of the ship, and to the throng of walking wounded Calgeil entering their ship – dragging their dead or unconscious behind them. "Speaking of manipulation. Don't you have a call to make?"

"Ahh, yes," he remembered with a wince on one side of his face. "Best do that before this lot show up on Narvin's doorstep in the middle of a Gallifreyan night." He pulled his phone from his pocket and waggled it toward the others then pointed to the wall at the very edge of the courtyard. "Just give me a moment to call Brax. No doubt you'll hear the old boy yelling from here when he hears what I've got to tell him." He lifted his chin to the sky as he walked and let out a pained sound as he held the phone to his ear and waited for it to connect.

"Why's he calling Brax?" Rose asked curiously. She looked down to Soliarn, who was laid on the floor and gnawing at an itch in his paw. "Stand guard on Daddy, yeah?"

Soliarn let out the equivalent of a teenager's sigh of annoyance but drew himself to a stand. He lowered his muzzle to his cub and took a firm hold of the youngster's neck in his teeth. With a flick of his head, the cub was thrown into the air and landed on his father's thick and furry back. Neroli obediently dropped his legs either side of Soliarn's back and held on tight as the large wolf padded slowly across to the Doctor, who was in a shoulder lean against the wall.

"They're rather oddly obedient," Nine remarked with wide eyes.

"I'd noticed that," Eight agreed. "Which is remarkable, really." He looked to Rose with a wide smile. "Rose Tyler-Lungbarrow, the tamer of the wildest creatures in the universe. Able to flawlessly speak their language…" His smile shifted to an expression that held something else as he considered the other of the Universe's untameable beasts she'd managed to tame. Namely himself and Irving Braxiatel. "You are amazing."

"I haven't used the Lungbarrow name in a very long time," she said softly. "Not since Gallifrey." There was no smile on her face as she folded her arms across her chest and turned to face the pair of them. "Well. It's been … interesting … seeing the both of you again. If there ever happens to be a next time, any chance we can do it without an alien invasion?"

Nine's brows pulled together and he let out a huff. "I'm not leaving when you're mad at me," he said with a sniff.

"Not mad," she countered almost petulantly without looking at him.

"Yes, you are," he said with a sigh. He walked over to her and put his arms around her shoulders, making it a point to look down at where she held her arms in a fold between them rather than hug him back. He exhaled and lifted his head to press a kiss in the centre of her brow. He kept his lips in place so that when he spoke, his cool breaths puffed against her skin. "He shared his memories of us. Of what happened. And I'm sorry, Rose, I got upset to see you treated that way." He drew in a breath that ended up a warmer than typical inhale and held it a moment within him. "My hearts beat for you, Rose, in a way that is so all encompassing. I can't imagine myself treating you like they don't."

She finally released the fold of her arms and thread them underneath the back of his jacket to hook around his waist. "At the end of the day, Doctor, it had to happen." She didn't want to lift her head and remove his lips from her brow, but did so anyway. "And it was for the better, yeah? I met younger you, I fell in love with you all over again. Fell in love with Gallifrey. Found my best friends in Romana and Brax, and have to wonderful children." She held her ear against his chest. "And hopefully you'll be agreeable to a couple more a little later on…"

"He's agreeable now," Eight offered. "You just need to ask."

There was an expression of shock and surprise on her face, and she swallowed thickly. "Ehm. Only one infant in the family at a time, yeah?" she said with a look around Nine's shoulder toward Eight.

His eyes opened wide. "Oh don't tell me. Romana? She's…?"

"Not yet," she said with a wide smile. "But she's made the request, so depending on how good the old boy is, it could happen sooner rather than later. I mean with us, it only took one time once we'd decided, so I'll give him a good three shots at the goal to get the job done."

"Crass, and yet, I'm not offended in the slightest," Nine said with a smirk. "And while I want to start a pool amongst ourselves just for shits and giggles, it really does only take the one time. Once both parties are keen and the boys wake up, the job gets done pretty efficiently."

"He'd be horrified to hear you talking like that about him," Eight said with a shake in his head. "Both of you." He groaned into his hand. "Honestly, I'm horrified to hear you talking about him like this."

"Nah," she drawled. "He's mellowed out a bit these days. New incarnation pulling the rod out of his arse and all that. A lot more fun to be around now." She held her finger to her lips. "But, shhhh. Don't tell my current Doctor what I told you, yeah? I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Not great at keeping secrets, are you?" Nine said with affection in his chuckle.

"Not from you anyway," she agreed. She then shifted out of his hold and pressed her finger into his chest. "You, on the other hand. Still full of them, and still not sharin'."

"That's because some of them shouldn't be shared," he defended with a look. "So it's best you don't push."

"Course," she said with a huff. "Maybe I should start keepin' some from you, too. Hmmm? How'd you think you'd feel about that?"

"Hey, if you want to hold on to somethin', then go ahead, Rose." He smirked. "Don't let me be a hypocrite and get all mad if you don't want to tell me."

"But I could never do that to you, you know that." She inhaled. "Secrets hurt the ones you love, and I love you too much to hurt you like that."

Her hand was snatched by Eight and she was quickly guided into a twirl with her arm above her head, which brought her into the chest of him. She let out a peep when he held her in a dance hold and rocked them gently to music only heard by him.

"Run away with me," he breathed against her ear. "Just the two of us, across time and space. Let's run away together. Make love underneath the skies of alien planets. Dance inside the mists of creation."

"Smooth," Nine muttered with a sniff.

"Well, that came out of nowhere," she murmured with a shake in her head at him. "And no. I've got a million reasons why I can't do that."

"If I give you one very good one, will that change your mind?"

"I've got responsibilities," she reminded him.

"Time Machine," he reminded her. "I can spend a lifetime with you, and return you here to my older self before he's even realised you've gone."

"If you weren't such a bad pilot…"

He stopped dancing and looked down into her eyes. There was a sad twinkle inside his that saddened further with the slow approach of the eldest of all of them. "We didn't get to say goodbye properly," he said sadly. "We were torn from each other. I couldn't hold you. I couldn't kiss you. I couldn't show you just how very much my hearts beat for you." He swallowed thickly. "This is my chance to do that; to show you, and to say goodbye properly."

"Oh, Doctor," she breathed out with her own level of sorrow deepening her voice. "I already know. I knew back then as well."

"Please?" he pleaded softly. "Even just the once. One trip?"

Ten's voice croaked in from behind him. "Rose. If you need that, I won't argue." He swallowed a lump. "I'll wait for you in London. However long you need." He looked off to one side. "Maybe it'll even keep you safe until we can deal with…" He looked down and exhaled. "You need him. I understand that."

"I need you," she corrected him. She waited until he looked up enough that she could catch his gaze and then looked up at the man who was begging her to run away with him. "We had our time, Doctor. We did. And we had a wonderful life together, and I don't want to change a single part of it..." she swallowed. "Even our goodbye. Stuck on separate sides of an unbreakable wall…"

"Please?" he asked again. "Just one more time?"

"Our time can't come again," she reminded him gently as she wiped a tear from her eye. "And despite the lie this one told me; I know you've lived a lifetime without me." She smiled. "And lived that lifetime well. Putting me back in it now – it just hurts both of us. Me, moreso than you. An' I don't want to hurt anymore."

"You're my past now." She looked toward Ten. "And him? He's my past, my present, and I hope to all that he's every day of the future I have ahead of me." At Ten's smile and nod of agreement, she looked back to Eight and stepped backward to walk into Ten's arms, up tight against his chest. She pulled his arms to circle her shoulders and let out a contented sigh. "He's the sum of all three of you, of all of you. He knows, he remembers, and he cherishes all those moments we had together."

"I do," he assured against her ear as he tightened his arms around her.

She spoke a flawlessly recited Gallifreyan term of love and devotion to him with a light waver of emotion inside her voice. She offered him every promise he could ever ask of her and vowed to be everything he ever needed her to be for the rest of their lives together. She felt the shudder inside the man who held her, and saw it in the one she recited the words to.

Nine shuddered out a long breath. "I really need to get back to London."

"Gods, Rose," Eight breathed out with a whimper. "You expect me to walk away from you after that?"

"Yes, I do," she said with a sniff. "But only because I know that when you leave, you'll forget all about me again. It won't matter to you that I just said what I did." She lifted her head to Ten. "But him. It'll matter to him."

Eight exhaled slowly and nodded his head. "You've made your choice, then. Him over me."

"Please don't say it like that."

He lifted his head. It surprised her to see that he wore a tender smile despite the redness in his eyes. "Oh, Rose. Don't mistake this…" he pointed to his eyes. "For being upset about your decision. I'm not. I'm actually really, really, happy that you did."

"What do you mean?"

"You ended up in my TARDIS because of the heartbreak that one caused you. You were ready to leave him, ready to leave it all. Give it all up because of him." His eyes flicked to Nine when he gave a displeased grunt. He looked back to Rose and softened the hardness of the gaze he had on his elder self. "And now. You'll give it all up for him – that's all I could ever hope for your future, Rose."

She hiccupped, but nodded.

"Of course, the invitation is still very much open, Rose. And if you have even a small change of heart…" He gave her a hopeful grin.

She shook her head and pulled Ten's arms more tightly around her. "My universe, right here." Her eyes widened. "And in London. The kids." She spun inside Ten's arms. "We really should go."

"We should," he agreed. "Brax is in a right snit at the moment, and it's best we don't dawdle any longer." He drew in a deep breath. "No doubt he's arranging a rather extensive search party for us right now."

"Time Machine," Nine reminded him.

"Irving Braxiatel," Ten countered darkly.

"Yeah," he agreed with a wince. "Trumped me on that one. Best the both of you head off, then."

Ten released her and dropped a hand to take her hand in his. "Wish I could say it was a pleasure, but really. It was nothing close to that. Let's not do this again any time soon, yeah?" He tugged on Rose's hand to draw her in beside him and blew a whistle to the wolves. "Come on you lot. Fun's over. Time to go home."

"Wait!" Rose peeped out. She tugged her hand from his and jogged quickly back to the other two Doctors. She sighed when she threw her arms around Nine and was lifted off the floor with the force of his arms that snapped around her waist. "I love you," she breathed out with a light squeal over his nose and forehead.

"And my hearts beat for you as well," he vowed gently as he set her feet on the floor and kissed at her lips, the tip of her nose, and then the centre of her brow. "Take care of him, yeah?"

"Promise." She wriggled out of his hold and moved swiftly toward Eight. Her embrace of him was much different than the one she'd gone for with Nine. Her arms slid around him slowly, and her feet remained on the floor when he returned her embrace. "My love for you, Doctor…"

"I know, Hearts," he said with a nod of his head as he dipped to press his lips gently against hers. He held her lips against his for a moment, and then released her gently to press his forehead against hers. "Until we meet again..." He held her hand against his chest. "They won't beat for another."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep," she whispered sadly. "And who am I to expect you to?"

"I expect myself to," he vowed.

"But you're going to forget me again," she said with a sigh. "You have to."

"Forget you, maybe," he said. "But not my promise to you."

"I want to believe you."

"Ask him," he urged her. "Ask him and tell him I told you to demand he tell you the truth." He looked to Ten. "Did they beat for another after today?"

Ten shook his head. "They barely beat at all." He held out his hand. "Come on, Rose. We have to go."

Rose lifted up onto her toes and pressed a fast kiss to his lips. "Love you," she said quickly. "Bye!"

Both Nine and Eight watched as she bounded up after Ten. Her hand curled immediately into his, and they walked with her wrapped around his arm. Either side of them walked two large wolves, one of them with a cub sleeping on his shoulders.

Eight sighed. "Gods, I can't wait until I'm him."

"Neither can I," he admitted. "And I have my own Rose back in London."

"Well," Eight said after Rose and her Doctor had disappeared from sight. "I best be off as well. Not entirely unpleasant I suppose."

"If you say so." He exhaled. "So? Time to forget what we saw today, Doctor. Contact?"

"Contact," he agreed with a small whine. "Guess we better get this over and done with."

~~oooOOOooo~~

There was a slight clouding inside his head as the Ninth Doctor staggered lightly through the marketplace. Although he'd landed in what he believed to be the early morning, and only a handful of microspans must have passed since materialisation, it seemed to be getting late into the afternoon.

Odd.

The marketplace itself seemed to be a little let well manicured than normal. Plenty of dust and debris surrounding him, and very little in the way of milling patrons. Those that were engaging in a little shopping and negotiating seemed to be partaking their activities hidden indoors rather than out on the patios.

Odd.

Perhaps the local garbage crews were on strike? He pressed his lips together and shrugged. Probably. He'd heard of some union unrest in this part of the galaxy before landing. Although he thought that was on Kucali, not kucail. Easy mistake to make, really…

He looked down at his hand and frowned at a small bunch of bananas that hung from his fingers. Seemed odd that he'd come all this way only to pick up a small bunch. Typically he'd stock up big and hope that Rose might fix up some of her banana baking goodness for him to scarf down when she wasn't looking…

Speaking of not looking. His forward momentum took him toward a collision with dangerous looking chap wearing a full black combat outfit and helmet set. He carried on his arm a sizeable tablet and seemed rather focused on the photograph and dossier of someone on the screen.

Ooh, interesting.

He managed to stop before he collided with the chap, and took a second to peer over his shoulder at the tablet. What he saw, the large logo in the very corner of the screen, blew his eyes wide.

CIA? But weren't they all gone? Dead?

He held his breath as his eyes shifted to another part of the screen. The two faces were unrecognisable to him, but the names listed underneath them weren't. Doctor and Irving Braxiatel – beside which was an order for execution by order of the Lord President of Gallifrey. Last seen on Estrail, suspected appearance on Kucail.

His eyes hardened as his expression fell into annoyance. This was obviously a future thing, and while he had no idea at all what any of this meant at all, he figured he'd better get his hands on that tablet and hide it somewhere in the TARDIS for his elder self to find when the time was right. With a pull at the bunch of fruit in his hand, he snapped off a single banana.

"Stop where you are," he growled into the agent's ear as he poked the end of the banana into his back like one would a gun. "This is a robbery, give me your staser and your tablet…."

~~ooooOOOOooo~~