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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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Helen leaned against the console. “Does he always offer to drop you off somewhere safe?”

“Not always,” Liv admitted, “just when he thinks the situation is particularly dangerous.”

“Isn’t that all the time? Or were your travels more sedate before I got here?”

“Hardly,” Liv laughed. “Sometimes the Doctor likes to make sure we still want to travel with him, despite the danger.”

“That’s nice, I suppose.”

“Yeah.” Liv put her ear to the TARDIS door. “I think he’s moved on. We can go out now.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No. Open the door, will you?”