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Dancing with the Past

He was in York. YORK! The place he least wanted to be in. Why now? He thought desperately, pulling at his ruffled hair in agitation. Why now, when the pain was so raw, so fresh, when it hurt so much to even think of her? He leant against the console for support, taking deep, steadying breaths. "You've got to do it," he told himself sternly, straightening up, straightening his coat, smoothing out the lapels. "You can do it." And with that, he set off at a determined walk towards the doors.

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"This is useful," the voice with the London accent proclaimed. "I promised mum that I'd go and see her when I could, and we end up in flipping York! Why York?" The Doctor hunched his shoulders over the TARDIS console, trying to work out what was up with her. All he got in way of a response was a creak of the doors as they opened." Well, come on," he said slowly. "Get your mum a present seeing as we're here. TARDIS won't budge. Business here to be finished." Rose looked over at him, frowning. "Not another alien invasion by any chance?" For once the Doctor looked puzzled. "Nah. Well. She won't say. Come on!" And with that he walked out the doors. He was soon followed by Rose, who was walking after him less than enthusiastically.

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You can do it. You can do it. You can face her.

It might not even be her!

"Of course it's her," the Doctor muttered, closing his eyes and stopping for a minute, halfway en route to the doors. "Of course it is. It's got to be... how could it not?"

Quite easily...

He sighed, looking older than ever as he peered at the doors sadly. "Only one way to find out, eh? And nothing about the future. Remember that. Nothing at all. They can't even know who you are. Well, he can. She can't. One slip, no talking too much..." he rambled, the sound of his voice giving him the courage to open the door of the TARDIS, look around furtively and squint in the shadows of the old buildings and narrow streets which were silent in the half-light of the evening. "Nothing. Nothing at all," he repeated, then smiled to himself grimly, walking on, for the night was cold.

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You can do it. You can do it. You can face her.

It might not even be her!

Quite easily. . .

"Rose, will you be quiet a minute?" The Doctor rubbed his head as he spoke, frowning. It was back again: That psychic, telepathic feeling that he had had earlier. It was back, but he could hear the conversation clearly now. It wasn't so much a conversation: it was more of a one sided argument, and he was sure he'd heard that voice before, like he would know it. Should know it. Like he had known it, like he had always known it. Like it was part of him. Something was going on in his head. He could sense it; it was like tiny ripples in the air, ripples that he could remember, ripples he could remember... from the future. He shook his head to attempt to clear it. "Doctor?" asked a confused voice, but this one he definitely knew. Rose. "Doctor are you alright? You went sort of funny... like you were in a daze or where about to pass out of something..." The Doctor shook his head again. "Me?" he asked. "I'm fine. I was thinking, that's all."Rose giggled again like she had done in the TARDIS. "What is so funny?" The Doctor asked, a manic grin etching itself on his features. "It's obvious you don't think that often then!" Rose blurted out. The Doctor shook his head for the third time before linking arms with Rose. "Come on. We've got York to explore.!"

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He could hear voices now. And they weren't in his head, or at least he thought not. His head! It was acting up again, and this was annoying him. Was he exhausted? Seemed unlikely. He didn't need a lot of sleep. Maybe just too many thoughts...He felt heady, as though he'd just gone and ordered five hundred Hyper-Vodkas and drank the lot. Well, actually, if he had, he'd be feeling worse. A lot worse. Maybe half a dozen hyper-vodka, then. He was getting nearer. He could feel his mind beginning to strain, expand, and he could feel the pain in his chest tightening, and it had nothing to do with the icy air he was breathing in quickly. He shivered. Not out of cold, but out of anticipation, and out of more than a little trepidation. He hadn't been the nicest of people when he'd came across this apparent lunatic back in his ninth self. "Oh, come on, it's only yourself," he said quietly, turning a corner and stopping dead at the sight of two figures walking with interlinked arms. He knew them both well- one with the shaved hair, piercing blue eyes and large ears, and the other the blonde woman with a smile that would light up his life if he could just see it again.They looked happy. Companionable.

Almost as though they were in love.

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