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Date: March 4th, 2001
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Status: Private - Uriel, Doctor, Mictain (Complete)
Summary: Just a little holiday. Honest.
Uriel was now pretty sure she had everything she might need. Sure, most things she forgot could be simply replaced by newly created objects, but there were some things that couldn’t be replaced – like Bran’s blanket and toys. Nothing seemed to calm his as effectively as his favourite spider.
There was only thing left to do. Quickly creating a piece of paper and a pen, she wrote down a short message.
”Loki,” the message started, ”I’m leaving for a little holiday with the Doctor and taking Bran with me. We’ll be back soon – today or in a few days, depending on the TARDIS. Try not to get into too much trouble.
Your sister,
Uriel”
She folded the paper into a tiny bird, then blew on it to make it fly. “Go to Loki,” she instructed the bird, which responded with a papery little chirp before flying away. Glancing after it, Uriel then picked up Bran and the bag with the necessities.
Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.
"Ready?" the Doctor asked, hovering beside her with Bran's car seat (well, the TARDIS could get bumpy sometimes). He held his hand out to Uriel in offering.
Uriel smiled and grasped on the Doctor's hand. "Ready," she replied.
"My, my," she suddenly heard Mictain's voice somewhere nearby. "They couple's running away together, eh?"
"Mickey!" the Doctor greeted him. He looked absolutely offended at the demon's words. "We're not running away. We're going on holiday. See?" He pointed to one of the many items he carried. "Bucket and spade."
"And those, of course, prove everything," Mictain replied. "Isn't the kid too young for those, anyway? Or are you the one playing?"
“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun on the beach every now and then,” the Doctor sniffed. “And you never know. Maybe by the time we get to a beach Bran Flakes will be grown up. Won’t you, little Bran?” He tickled the baby under the chin, grinning. “Teenage terror, I bet.”
"The horror," Mictain muttered. "How long are you going to be away, anyway, if you expect him to grow up during your holiday?"
The Doctor shrugged. “However long we want to be away. Only about a day will have passed here. A week, at most.” Um, a month, maybe. The TARDIS tended to take the Doctor where she wanted to. With a grin, he added, “Miss me, Mickey?”
"Of course not," Mictain replied, then smirked. "Unless, of course, you object to taking a third wheel along." Uriel looked a bit uneasy at the suggestion, at which Mictain added, "Don't look like that, Uriel. I'm not about to harm you or the kid. In fact, anybody intending to harm the brat will have to go through me."
“What about it, Uriel?” the Doctor asked. “Is it okay to bring Mickey alone too?” The more the merrier, in his opinion. It wasn’t as if the Doctor hadn’t ever travelled with three people. Well, two and a quarter, really, right now. The more there were, the more he could scheme with when they were on missions and adventures.
"I... guess it's okay," Uriel said. However wary she was, an angel was supposed to trust, right? Oddly enough, she didn't sense any insincerity from Mictain at his promise. And she did miss her friend, even though she doubted she'd ever find him again in Mictain. "As long as he doesn't teach Bran to swear," she then added.
Mictain, naturally, just smirked. "I don't know what the Hell you are talking about."
“Oi,” the Doctor said, pointing a finger warningly at Mictain. It wasn’t much of a threat: just a warning to respect Uriel’s wishes or get head-butted by K9. “Come on, then!” he said to both of them. “K9’s waiting for us in the TARDIS. Let’s go!”
With one last slightly wary look at Mictain -- which in response gained her a crimson gaze and a smirk -- Uriel followed the Doctor, Bran naturally following along. Mictain walked behind her, just close enough not to be threatening but close enogh to slightly disturb her. Ah, well. She'd have to learn to deal with it.
After all, a great adventure was waiting for them.
The Time Lord walked down the halls of the Manor proudly, trench coat flapping oh-so-cinematically. He could almost have been the hero of a sci-fi film if it wasn’t for the toys and baby things he carried.
“Hello, master!” K9 chirped as they entered the lobby. “Everything is set!”
“Good dog,” the Doctor cooed, and leant down to pat his trusted robotic dog’s head. “After you,” he added, moving aside so Uriel could enter the open TARDIS.
"So gentlemanly, Doctor," Uriel said, grinning a bit as she stepped in. "As always, I might say."
"Don't worry," Mictain murmured, "I'll make up for it."
The Doctor simply laughed as he closed the door of the TARDIS.
Doctor parts written by Docling.
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Status: Private - Uriel, Doctor, Mictain (Complete)
Summary: Just a little holiday. Honest.
Uriel was now pretty sure she had everything she might need. Sure, most things she forgot could be simply replaced by newly created objects, but there were some things that couldn’t be replaced – like Bran’s blanket and toys. Nothing seemed to calm his as effectively as his favourite spider.
There was only thing left to do. Quickly creating a piece of paper and a pen, she wrote down a short message.
”Loki,” the message started, ”I’m leaving for a little holiday with the Doctor and taking Bran with me. We’ll be back soon – today or in a few days, depending on the TARDIS. Try not to get into too much trouble.
Your sister,
Uriel”
She folded the paper into a tiny bird, then blew on it to make it fly. “Go to Loki,” she instructed the bird, which responded with a papery little chirp before flying away. Glancing after it, Uriel then picked up Bran and the bag with the necessities.
Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.
"Ready?" the Doctor asked, hovering beside her with Bran's car seat (well, the TARDIS could get bumpy sometimes). He held his hand out to Uriel in offering.
Uriel smiled and grasped on the Doctor's hand. "Ready," she replied.
"My, my," she suddenly heard Mictain's voice somewhere nearby. "They couple's running away together, eh?"
"Mickey!" the Doctor greeted him. He looked absolutely offended at the demon's words. "We're not running away. We're going on holiday. See?" He pointed to one of the many items he carried. "Bucket and spade."
"And those, of course, prove everything," Mictain replied. "Isn't the kid too young for those, anyway? Or are you the one playing?"
“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun on the beach every now and then,” the Doctor sniffed. “And you never know. Maybe by the time we get to a beach Bran Flakes will be grown up. Won’t you, little Bran?” He tickled the baby under the chin, grinning. “Teenage terror, I bet.”
"The horror," Mictain muttered. "How long are you going to be away, anyway, if you expect him to grow up during your holiday?"
The Doctor shrugged. “However long we want to be away. Only about a day will have passed here. A week, at most.” Um, a month, maybe. The TARDIS tended to take the Doctor where she wanted to. With a grin, he added, “Miss me, Mickey?”
"Of course not," Mictain replied, then smirked. "Unless, of course, you object to taking a third wheel along." Uriel looked a bit uneasy at the suggestion, at which Mictain added, "Don't look like that, Uriel. I'm not about to harm you or the kid. In fact, anybody intending to harm the brat will have to go through me."
“What about it, Uriel?” the Doctor asked. “Is it okay to bring Mickey alone too?” The more the merrier, in his opinion. It wasn’t as if the Doctor hadn’t ever travelled with three people. Well, two and a quarter, really, right now. The more there were, the more he could scheme with when they were on missions and adventures.
"I... guess it's okay," Uriel said. However wary she was, an angel was supposed to trust, right? Oddly enough, she didn't sense any insincerity from Mictain at his promise. And she did miss her friend, even though she doubted she'd ever find him again in Mictain. "As long as he doesn't teach Bran to swear," she then added.
Mictain, naturally, just smirked. "I don't know what the Hell you are talking about."
“Oi,” the Doctor said, pointing a finger warningly at Mictain. It wasn’t much of a threat: just a warning to respect Uriel’s wishes or get head-butted by K9. “Come on, then!” he said to both of them. “K9’s waiting for us in the TARDIS. Let’s go!”
With one last slightly wary look at Mictain -- which in response gained her a crimson gaze and a smirk -- Uriel followed the Doctor, Bran naturally following along. Mictain walked behind her, just close enough not to be threatening but close enogh to slightly disturb her. Ah, well. She'd have to learn to deal with it.
After all, a great adventure was waiting for them.
The Time Lord walked down the halls of the Manor proudly, trench coat flapping oh-so-cinematically. He could almost have been the hero of a sci-fi film if it wasn’t for the toys and baby things he carried.
“Hello, master!” K9 chirped as they entered the lobby. “Everything is set!”
“Good dog,” the Doctor cooed, and leant down to pat his trusted robotic dog’s head. “After you,” he added, moving aside so Uriel could enter the open TARDIS.
"So gentlemanly, Doctor," Uriel said, grinning a bit as she stepped in. "As always, I might say."
"Don't worry," Mictain murmured, "I'll make up for it."
The Doctor simply laughed as he closed the door of the TARDIS.
Doctor parts written by Docling.