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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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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.

Rose glances up to the sky then back to the Doctor. "Ought to be able to find a warehouse big enough. Or a basement. Make it a workspace."

She glances around the square. "I could take a bit of a walk, see what I can find close by."

"If you want," the Doctor says. He doesn't really want her to leave, but he's not about to admit that aloud.

"Thanks for the tea, by the way," he adds, awkwardly.

There's something in his voice or his eyes that makes her pause. She shrugs and smiles at him. "Something I can do later. You need someone to hand you bits of metal right now." Then she smiles at him. "Ought to make a pretty good team. You doin'...whatever it is you're doing and me handing you bits and pieces."

"And fetching tea," the Doctor adds, not particularly helpfully.

"You know, though, before I drop you back off to your timeline, we could---you know. Go somewhere. I promised Tara a trip to see Mozart. If you want, you could, you know. Come along with us."

It's perhaps a little premature to make plans for once he has the TARDIS back, but it's one of the few things that keeps him going as of late.

That smile? It's blinding sun going super nova bright. It's not an agreement to not drop her off at all but it's a beginning.

"Oh I don't know...think I could manage a trip to see Mozart."

She'll try to finagle another out of him after that and then another and so on.

"But only the one," he says, firmly. "You've got a proper timeline to get back to."

He shouldn't be doing this, of course. But then again, if he were really clever, he wouldn't be seeing her at all.

But how could he not?

She nods in response to his 'firm' reminder. "Have to start listening up on Mozart. Never really was a fan."

She knows The Rollings Stones, The Clash, & The Ramones better than she does Mozart. It's not necessarily her sort of thing but it's a trip with the Doctor. She'd go see a meeting of parliament with him.

The Doctor sniffs and picks up a cupcake. "Oh, you know more of his stuff than you think you do," he says, taking a bite.

"Bum-ba-bumbumba-bum-bum, bum-ba-bum-buuum," he hums around his food.

Now she's laughing and humming with him.

"Guess you're right. One of those blokes that has his music everywhere."

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