“Time Lord-y stuff, Rory,” the Clone Doctor ran her tongue over her teeth and then licked her lips, trying them out. She glanced over at her Original and his….unfortunate non-gingerness. “That’s it, right? Time Lord-y.”
She patted her shirt down, batted Rory II’s hand away (gently, because she was rather fond of her fellow clone) and then fussed with her gorgeous, amazingly ginger hair. Trying it on for size, apparently. Also possibly showing off for Rory II, because she felt a keen need to impress him with her – well, newness!. Did she even count as a clone anymore? She liked to think she didn’t. All she knew was she liked hugging and she thought Rory II could stand to have loads more hugs in the future too, once they weren’t getting shot and given she finally turned ginger, she didn’t fancy dying again and losing all that hard work. The Clone Doctor reached down to grab the other clone’s hand in hers as she turned to the Doctor.
“Names!” She instinctively flinched as an explosion sounded off close by, showering their little area with grit. Ash powered her hair as she gave it a shake. “But probably not the time, no? No. Funny things, names.”
“Very funny,” the Doctor agreed. “Getting blown up? Not quite as funny. Come on, Rorys. And Doctor!”
He herded them further away from the little patch of blood where his clone had died and gone ginger, the Other Doctor leading a winding path toward the teleporters. Now that his clone turned ginger, she seemed much more willing to help and he couldn’t blame her at all. If he woke up ginger, he’d write it down as one of Those Better Days. Remind him to explain all this to Rory when they weren’t in danger of getting a bomb or one of those powered clones falling on top of their heads. All in all, he thought Rory handled a regeneration literally on top of him extremely well.
The Doctor found himself feeling rather proud of Rory for being so magnificent.
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She patted her shirt down, batted Rory II’s hand away (gently, because she was rather fond of her fellow clone) and then fussed with her gorgeous, amazingly ginger hair. Trying it on for size, apparently. Also possibly showing off for Rory II, because she felt a keen need to impress him with her – well, newness!. Did she even count as a clone anymore? She liked to think she didn’t. All she knew was she liked hugging and she thought Rory II could stand to have loads more hugs in the future too, once they weren’t getting shot and given she finally turned ginger, she didn’t fancy dying again and losing all that hard work. The Clone Doctor reached down to grab the other clone’s hand in hers as she turned to the Doctor.
“Names!” She instinctively flinched as an explosion sounded off close by, showering their little area with grit. Ash powered her hair as she gave it a shake. “But probably not the time, no? No. Funny things, names.”
“Very funny,” the Doctor agreed. “Getting blown up? Not quite as funny. Come on, Rorys. And Doctor!”
He herded them further away from the little patch of blood where his clone had died and gone ginger, the Other Doctor leading a winding path toward the teleporters. Now that his clone turned ginger, she seemed much more willing to help and he couldn’t blame her at all. If he woke up ginger, he’d write it down as one of Those Better Days. Remind him to explain all this to Rory when they weren’t in danger of getting a bomb or one of those powered clones falling on top of their heads. All in all, he thought Rory handled a regeneration literally on top of him extremely well.
The Doctor found himself feeling rather proud of Rory for being so magnificent.