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The Doctor has to start working eventually. And while nobody hates the idea of working quite like the Doctor hates working, he hates the idea of being back in prison even more than that.

So, behold the Doctor, carrying things from a replication unit to the square where he's working on his next project. At present, the things he's creating are three-foot pieces of metal. He's spitting out a few at a time, and then moving them to a large pile where he has more already stacked up.

There's also a series of papers he's had made up sitting not far off from the stacks of sheet metal. They read: MISSING: ONE SONIC SCREWDRIVER. HONESTLY, NOW, STEALING ISN'T RIGHT AT ALL, IS IT?

Oh, he's also got a plate of pink-frosted cupcakes. A Time Lord's gotta eat, y'all.

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"Very witty, Rose," the Doctor says, throwing another few sheets onto the pile. "But you know what I think? I think, in the end, this'll be better off for everybody. That way, they can't say they didn't know what I was planning."

He nods to the plate. "Cake?"

"Evidence file. Check," she beams at him. "Yes please!" She fairly bounces and skips over to the plate of cupcakes, picking one up and peeling the paper lining back before swiping a finger through the frosting then proceeding to lick the frosting off her finger.

"So what are we building?"

"Ooooh, I can't ruin the surprise," the Doctor says, grinning over at her as he grabs another set of metal to toss onto the pile. "Where would the fun in that be? Besides, it's nowhere near begun yet, much less finished. You'll figure it out once you see a bit more, I promise."

"S'got to do with escaping, yeah?" She says, trying to figure out what he's doing anyway. She takes a bite of her cupcake as she watches.

"Well, that is my job, you know," he replies with a smile.

He's all smiles this morning. That makes it easier to pretend everything yesterday didn't happen and they're just them.

"Well as your assistant, what do you need me to do?"

And she pops the rest of the cupcake in her mouth in preparation for getting down to serious business.

"Tea," he says teasingly, as though instructing a servant. "Definitely tea. Possibly some water, too, this is a bit more labor-intensive than I expected it would be."

"We got to go over those duties of a traveling companion again," Rose teases. "but since you're working...tea and a bottle of water. Be right back then."

She heads over to the coffee shop to get a cup of tea for him and some bottled water. She comes back a few minutes later with a cardboard carrier containing two cups of tea and a couple bottles of water.

Once she gets back, he smiles over at her. "Well, we'll figure all that out, once you've gotten the 'don't wander off' rule down."

Which, knowing Rose, will be just short of never.

She passes over a cup of tea with a teasing smile and a roll of her eyes. "M'just waitin' on you to get the 'stay out of trouble' rule down."

And that will be two days past never of course.

"I stay out of trouble!" he says, taking the tea from her. After a moment, he adds: "Badly."

This makes her giggle. She takes a sip of her own tea. "Precisely. I'll work on the wandering off. You work on the staying out of trouble badly."

"Cheers," he agrees, touching his teacup to hers before taking a sip. It's quite good, the sort of tea he'd make himself or have someone make specifically for him.

"Sleep well last night?" he asks.

Well she likes to think she knows him well enough to order his tea the way he likes it. She takes another sip of her own tea be fore answering.

"Slept alright. Guess I was exhausted. It's been an eventful few days." and that's an understatement. "How bout you? Get any rest or did you stay up all night sussin this thing out?" She nods to the pile of sheet metel he's building then studies him a bit. He looks about the same as he did last night to her.

"Got a bit of rest, like I promised," he says. He starts replicating sheets in one inch smaller increments and piles them next to the larger sheets.

"And I was back, like I said I would."

He just had to go getting himself in trouble. Rose arches an eyebrow at him and blows a bit over her tea. "Back? You said you'd be just down the hall. Back from where, Doctor?"

Damn.

"I went out for a quick walk," he says. "Nothing special, really."

He really does stay out of trouble badly.

"A walk? After your rest?" Rose doesn't buy this rubbish. "Decided to see the sunrise?"

"Right," he says. "Exactly. Right."

He sighs. "On a scale of one to very very much, how much trouble am I in?"

Rose ponders this, sipping at her tea and admittedly letting him squirm a bit.

"I'd say one very." Another sip of her tea. "We'll put that on the back burner for now. Where'd you sleep? Did you actually sleep any at all?"

She's interested in knowing if he's safe. She'll worry about 'trouble' after that.

"Yeah, I found somewhere safe," he says. "Nothing for you to worry about, though."

If he tells her the real reason, she'll worry. He'll just try to drop it as fast as possible.

"Hand me that bit of metal there, would you?"

Yes because she's not going to worry anyway. Silly Doctor.

"Somewhere safe? A high tree branch or some place with a proper bed?"

She's not entirely sure what she should be worrying about right now but he says there's nothing for her to worry about. That means there's something she should be worried about.

She picks up the sheet of metal he indicates and hands it to him.

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"A proper bed," the Doctor promises, taking it from her. "And, really, Rose. I spent a month sleeping on the floor of a cell. Granted, they took the furniture away because I broke out, but still."

He sniffs, and tosses the sheet metal with the rest.

"Now! Here's the big question. You are ready for the big question, aren't you?"

"All the more reason you need a proper bed," she tells him.

The subject is not dropped but 'the big question' now that's an exciting and promising thing so she grins, giggling just a bit.

"Oy of course! M'always ready for the big question."

"We've got all of the equipment here, but where do we build it?" he asks. "To keep it out of prying eyes."

He nods up to the false sky as if to indicate that the prying eyes are everywhere.

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