Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of it's Characters. I just play with them.
N.B: Sorry for this but the idea occured to me while listening to a certain song and I just couldn't resist. :-)
'Now, Tegan,' the Doctor said as they made their way through the bustling town square, 'if we meet anyone let me do the talking.'
'Why?', she demanded, suddenly indignant.
The Doctor sighed and spoke as if he was explaining something to a child, 'Because, Tegan, I can speak French and you can't.'
'I can too speak French,' she retorted. The Doctor raised an eyebrow questioningly at her.
'Really?', he said dubiously.
'Yes, really', she snapped stopping suddenly and wheeling round to glare at him. 'I am an air hostess you know. I've spoken to enough French people to pick up at least a few phrases.'
'And do you know what these 'few phrases' mean?' the Doctor asked innocently not wishing to start an argument in the middle of a crowded street in 18th Century Paris.
'Hell's Teeth, Doc of course I do,' she said although her voice had went rather high the way it did when she wasn't being quite honest. 'Look I'll prove it to you'. Before the Doctor could stop her she had crossed the street and strode over to a young gentleman who was standing in a nearby shop doorway. The Doctor watched as Tegan spoke to the man who began to nod enthusiastically and then tried to grab Tegan who promptly kneed him in the groin and then set off at a run. The Doctor caught up with her a few minutes later at the top of the street. The man Tegan had spoken to had recovered and now he and several of his friends were in pursuit.
'What exactly did you say to him, Tegan', the Doctor panted as he drew level with her.
I only asked him where the bakery was', she said putting on another burst of speed as the sound of raised French voices grew louder behind them. 'You know, voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?'.
Fin