REUNION (Part 4) by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Sailormoon was created by Naoko Takeuchi and is vaguely
owned by Bandai. Doctor Who was vaguely created by Sydney Newman
and Donald Wilson and is most certainly owned, and often shafted by,
the BBC.
"Are they still in there?" Haruka stared at the computer
magazine, completely befuddled by its contents.
"He's good looking." Michiru lowered her shades. Haruka
bapped her one over the head with the magazine, making Michiru
giggle. "Oh my.... Do I detect a little jealousy there, Haruka?"
"You KNOW what that was for." Haruka sniffed, opened up the
magazine and suddenly became dazed by the technobabble. Michiru
only just caught her in time before she collapsed.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Hotaru peered over
the manga she had very deliberately picked up from the news stand.
Michiru shot her a look.
"You're the one who said they could lip-read."
"No I didn't." Hotaru turned up her nose, raising the manga
to her eyesight, giggling. "Heeheehee.... Kimiko is going to
regret not asking Yusaku out before Mana...."
"Will you stop reading that. We're supposed to be watching
Setsuna and her male friend." Michiru huffed. Hotaru ignored her
and turned away.
"He looks like a foreigner to me." Haruka frowned. Odd kinda
clothes and hairstyle, too..."
"Who are YOU to complain about his taste in clothes?" Michiru
crossed her arms. "That green and yellow blazer you wore the other
day was absolutely HIDEOUS."
"If you thought it was so bad, why didn't you tell me at the
time?" Haruka growled at her. Michiru leaned over, giving her her
best expression of silky contempt.
"I did." She paused. "At least, I was dropping hints all day
long. Don't blame me if you couldn't pick them up."
Just at that point, a large man with curly blond hair, dressed
in the most godawful, gaudy, multicoloured clothing, bowled the trio
over before coming to a grinding halt. A young woman with a rather
large chest, following a few feet behind smiled nervously at them as
they stared up from the ground, incredulously.
"I'm sorry..." The girl said with the most annoyingly false
and nasal American twang. "He's not been himself, today."
"Not myself?" The man turned on her, putting his hands on his
hips. "Not myself?!? My dear Peri, I am ALWAYS myself, at every
given moment. Give or take the odd occasion when I've been someone
else." He turned back and pointed towards the cafe. "Will you look
at that."
"Look at what, Doctor?" The girl asked as if the question was
a fait accompli... The man shook his head, angrily.
"I got to her before I did. How could I do this to me. It's
so annoying when I keep doing this to myself."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Listen, Doctor, there is always
tomorrow."
"TOMORROW?" The man bellowed. "TOMORROW?" The girl cringed
under the onslaught. "Any good Time Lord will tell you, tomorrow
never comes. No, I'll just have to slip in when he's finished." He
clapped his hands together. "Just as long as my creepy little
replacement doesn't make an appearance, everything should be
alright." He smiled, turning to the girl and placing an arm around
her shoulders. "Smile, Peri. We've got the whole day to enjoy,
yet. Have you ever been to the top of Tokyo Tower?"
"No." She took a breath. "And I bet it's not as good as the
Paradigm Tower on Betax III."
"Oh Peri.... This is MUCH better. This tower has been
destroyed at least 70 times in its history, and rebuilt just to
prove that, no matter what the adversity, the spirit of mankind is
MUCH too powerful to be so easily overcome." He paused. "Of
course, it's going to be destroyed again next week, so you better
enjoy it while it lasts."
The trio watched as the unusual pair walked away. Haruka
helped both Michiru and Hotaru to their feet, then started to brush
herself down. "Tourists..." She muttered. "I'll never understand
them."
Setsuna pointed a finger towards the unusual couple as they
disappeared around the street corner. "Wasn't that you, just now?"
"Hmm?" The Doctor turned and looked. Not seeing himself, he
turned back and shrugged. "I suppose it was. I really have a lot
of trouble avoiding myself these days."
"The benefit of leading a mainly linear existence." Setsuna
rubbed her hands together. "If you spend more of your lives in one
place at a time, you aren't as likely to bump into yourself. Of
course, I spent a great deal of this one living in limbo, so I was
never likely to run into my past one, even if our timepaths did
cross, which they will, but haven't, yet. Mostly."
The Doctor looked at his granddaughter, dubiously. "I think
it's time to let your friends know we know they're there, don't
you?"
"Unless, of course, you've already told them." Setsuna
waggled a finger in his direction.
"Impossible. How would I have known they were there. And
anyway, I would know if I'd told them, since I've already passed
them." He paused. "Of course, I didn't know it was them at the
time, so I'm sure I didn't tell them."
"This was your sixth incarnation we're talking about, here.
The mildly likable genocidal maniac." She smiled as her
grandfather winced.
"We all have our crosses to bear."
The End of Part Four
Sievert Anathea Dinar sievertd@hotmail.com
Disclaimer - Sailormoon was created by Naoko Takeuchi and is vaguely
owned by Bandai. Doctor Who was vaguely created by Sydney Newman
and Donald Wilson and is most certainly owned, and often shafted by,
the BBC.
"Are they still in there?" Haruka stared at the computer
magazine, completely befuddled by its contents.
"He's good looking." Michiru lowered her shades. Haruka
bapped her one over the head with the magazine, making Michiru
giggle. "Oh my.... Do I detect a little jealousy there, Haruka?"
"You KNOW what that was for." Haruka sniffed, opened up the
magazine and suddenly became dazed by the technobabble. Michiru
only just caught her in time before she collapsed.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Hotaru peered over
the manga she had very deliberately picked up from the news stand.
Michiru shot her a look.
"You're the one who said they could lip-read."
"No I didn't." Hotaru turned up her nose, raising the manga
to her eyesight, giggling. "Heeheehee.... Kimiko is going to
regret not asking Yusaku out before Mana...."
"Will you stop reading that. We're supposed to be watching
Setsuna and her male friend." Michiru huffed. Hotaru ignored her
and turned away.
"He looks like a foreigner to me." Haruka frowned. Odd kinda
clothes and hairstyle, too..."
"Who are YOU to complain about his taste in clothes?" Michiru
crossed her arms. "That green and yellow blazer you wore the other
day was absolutely HIDEOUS."
"If you thought it was so bad, why didn't you tell me at the
time?" Haruka growled at her. Michiru leaned over, giving her her
best expression of silky contempt.
"I did." She paused. "At least, I was dropping hints all day
long. Don't blame me if you couldn't pick them up."
Just at that point, a large man with curly blond hair, dressed
in the most godawful, gaudy, multicoloured clothing, bowled the trio
over before coming to a grinding halt. A young woman with a rather
large chest, following a few feet behind smiled nervously at them as
they stared up from the ground, incredulously.
"I'm sorry..." The girl said with the most annoyingly false
and nasal American twang. "He's not been himself, today."
"Not myself?" The man turned on her, putting his hands on his
hips. "Not myself?!? My dear Peri, I am ALWAYS myself, at every
given moment. Give or take the odd occasion when I've been someone
else." He turned back and pointed towards the cafe. "Will you look
at that."
"Look at what, Doctor?" The girl asked as if the question was
a fait accompli... The man shook his head, angrily.
"I got to her before I did. How could I do this to me. It's
so annoying when I keep doing this to myself."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Listen, Doctor, there is always
tomorrow."
"TOMORROW?" The man bellowed. "TOMORROW?" The girl cringed
under the onslaught. "Any good Time Lord will tell you, tomorrow
never comes. No, I'll just have to slip in when he's finished." He
clapped his hands together. "Just as long as my creepy little
replacement doesn't make an appearance, everything should be
alright." He smiled, turning to the girl and placing an arm around
her shoulders. "Smile, Peri. We've got the whole day to enjoy,
yet. Have you ever been to the top of Tokyo Tower?"
"No." She took a breath. "And I bet it's not as good as the
Paradigm Tower on Betax III."
"Oh Peri.... This is MUCH better. This tower has been
destroyed at least 70 times in its history, and rebuilt just to
prove that, no matter what the adversity, the spirit of mankind is
MUCH too powerful to be so easily overcome." He paused. "Of
course, it's going to be destroyed again next week, so you better
enjoy it while it lasts."
The trio watched as the unusual pair walked away. Haruka
helped both Michiru and Hotaru to their feet, then started to brush
herself down. "Tourists..." She muttered. "I'll never understand
them."
Setsuna pointed a finger towards the unusual couple as they
disappeared around the street corner. "Wasn't that you, just now?"
"Hmm?" The Doctor turned and looked. Not seeing himself, he
turned back and shrugged. "I suppose it was. I really have a lot
of trouble avoiding myself these days."
"The benefit of leading a mainly linear existence." Setsuna
rubbed her hands together. "If you spend more of your lives in one
place at a time, you aren't as likely to bump into yourself. Of
course, I spent a great deal of this one living in limbo, so I was
never likely to run into my past one, even if our timepaths did
cross, which they will, but haven't, yet. Mostly."
The Doctor looked at his granddaughter, dubiously. "I think
it's time to let your friends know we know they're there, don't
you?"
"Unless, of course, you've already told them." Setsuna
waggled a finger in his direction.
"Impossible. How would I have known they were there. And
anyway, I would know if I'd told them, since I've already passed
them." He paused. "Of course, I didn't know it was them at the
time, so I'm sure I didn't tell them."
"This was your sixth incarnation we're talking about, here.
The mildly likable genocidal maniac." She smiled as her
grandfather winced.
"We all have our crosses to bear."
The End of Part Four
Sievert Anathea Dinar sievertd@hotmail.com