A/N : I will try a third time to write this chapter, so say thanks to my computer crashing three times. Anyway, enjoy, review if you want more, cause I might make this into a series. Hmm, short chapter.

Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who, but if I did, I would bounce round the BBC Center on a space hopper.

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"No. No, no, no, no, no! If a Jraal had a Frirr by it's nose, then the Frirr would die of the stink! They live in their ancestors filth! Even if it didn't die, it would still probably burn it's nose off." After a exhausting morning scaring the little kids at the science museum while the Doctor did his 300 mph gabbling about how it really worked, they'd decided to grab some sandwishes and head back to the TARDIS, which had quickly deteriorated into a "What if . . .?" competition.

"But a Jrall is acidic, and the Frirr would simply dissolve." She noticed a panel gradually coming loose on the cosole, so gave it a quick kick, while the TARIDS gave a beep of annoyance.

"Well, don't blame me. All the time he spends tinkering and nothing seems to ever work." Selina darted a grin in the Doctor's direction, while her eyes flicked back to the console, humming in agreement.

"Oi, I'd like to see you try."

"I will." Selinia stood up, crouched under the console and gave the loose panel a whack with the palm of her hand. "That should get it, just whack it again to open it." Grinning, she took advantage of her position and gave the Doctor's knee a tickle. It gave way, causing him to catch him self on the console. Another beep of annoyance, but no-one took any notice.

"What the hell was that for?"

"No idea. Seemed like a good plan. Weaken him for the ice cream van."

"Ice cream van?!?"

"Hearing not up to standard then? Good thing you've got me then." She watched his retreating back with amusment.

"Doctor?"

"Hmm?" Spinning around, Selinia held up a couple of coins.

"Money not a good idea?"

"Ah."

She handed it over, and grabbed her backpack before following him. They made their way towards the pink and white van serving a queue outside the Millenium Statdium. Selinia grabbed the Doctor's hand for support.

"Two 99s please."

The middle-aged balding man who was serving with a i-hate-my-job look on his face turned around to the machine, while the Doctor fiddled with the money Selinia had given him.

"Bugger. You got 50p?"

Sighing, she pulled her backpack off her shoulder and walked over to a nearby bench, rifling through the contents, trying not to show them. Finding her purse, she turned back to talk to the Doctor.

But he wasn't there.

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I'm evil! Maybe more tonight, maybe more tomorrow. Heheheheheh . . .