(and because I couldn't resist, though it got far longer - someone else will have to add in Simm and Dhawan)
"You look rather as though you've been through the wars, old chap," the Doctor observed, stroking his chin in a mild bit of confusion; he and Jo had returned to the lab after a rather frustrating adventure caused by the Brigadier and his simply ridiculous calls upon the Doctor's time to find a rather injured-looking man rummaging through his things!
The man paused, and turned, the face partially obscured by the decrepit cowl not doing much to change the first impression of injured badly, and said, "Oh, how tiresome. I was quite hoping to avoid this incarnation."
"Oh--" Jo cut off her statement with a horrified gasp, "Oh, you poor thing--"
"Ah, Miss Grant." The man picked up one of the pieces of the TARDIS that the Doctor had been reconstructing, and tucked it away somewhere (he didn't appear to have pockets), "Such a sympathetic child."
"Now, look here," the Very Firm Tone evident in his voice, the Doctor strode forward, "Do put that piece of my equipment back and let us take you to the infirmary."
Or the brig; the Doctor would quite like the almost-thief to be locked up for such effrontery.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see, Doctor," the sneer was quite evident, even if the burnt lips of his mouth couldn't manage it, "I'm here to save the Earth."
And really, how utterly predictable they all were, the Master mused much later. The Doctor fell in like a proverbial clock-work soldier. Miss Grant plied sympathy and tea, and in the end he almost absconded with her (if only to annoy the Doctor and put her to use succoring his prisoners when he needed them empathized with and not tortured). Though she never did stop looking at him as though she could save him from himself.
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"You look rather as though you've been through the wars, old chap," the Doctor observed, stroking his chin in a mild bit of confusion; he and Jo had returned to the lab after a rather frustrating adventure caused by the Brigadier and his simply ridiculous calls upon the Doctor's time to find a rather injured-looking man rummaging through his things!
The man paused, and turned, the face partially obscured by the decrepit cowl not doing much to change the first impression of injured badly, and said, "Oh, how tiresome. I was quite hoping to avoid this incarnation."
"Oh--" Jo cut off her statement with a horrified gasp, "Oh, you poor thing--"
"Ah, Miss Grant." The man picked up one of the pieces of the TARDIS that the Doctor had been reconstructing, and tucked it away somewhere (he didn't appear to have pockets), "Such a sympathetic child."
"Now, look here," the Very Firm Tone evident in his voice, the Doctor strode forward, "Do put that piece of my equipment back and let us take you to the infirmary."
Or the brig; the Doctor would quite like the almost-thief to be locked up for such effrontery.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see, Doctor," the sneer was quite evident, even if the burnt lips of his mouth couldn't manage it, "I'm here to save the Earth."
And really, how utterly predictable they all were, the Master mused much later. The Doctor fell in like a proverbial clock-work soldier. Miss Grant plied sympathy and tea, and in the end he almost absconded with her (if only to annoy the Doctor and put her to use succoring his prisoners when he needed them empathized with and not tortured). Though she never did stop looking at him as though she could save him from himself.
As he'd said, quite tiresome.