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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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“Liv?” The Eleven sneered at her, his voice not quite his own. “Is that the woman’s name? Will you live, Liv?”

“Yeah, like I’ve never heard that one before.” She stomped on his foot and tried to twist away.

“Nice try, little human.” His voice changed again, becoming ragged. “Let me have her, she’ll never try that again.” Then back to his original voice, “Not yet, Six, we need her.” Bending down, The Eleven picked up a length of chain. “A leash for the Doctor’s pet, then back to the President’s office. We’re about to have some very important visitors.”