(Reference to 'other Jamie' after the Doctor rearranges his face in The Mind Robber, prompt 'fairy tale')
Face It
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Jamie ran his hand over his face again, he just couldn't help it; it felt so foreign, worse than bandages or mumps or toothaches because it wasn't a swelling, it was a change.
"How could y' do this to me?" he groused accusingly.
"Oh, I…er, it was dark," the Doctor dithered.
"No it wasn't."
"My hand twitched."
"I dinna think so."
"Artistic license."
"Oh, is that what you call it, now! Admit you didn't pick the right parts!"
"Well, you must admit I've never had to pick your nose before. And it's hardly a skill I care to refine."