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Jul. 18th, 2007 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thecricketerThe Doctor was nervous.
It wasn't a sort of anxiety he was used to - it didn't concern mortal peril, or faulty circuits, or Gallifreyan politics.
No, those all made sense.
He was simply taking Byron on a trip, one he'd suggested a long time ago. Their first trip in his TARDIS, yes, but that was hardly cause for fidgeting so much.
Really, it made him feel so very young and it was both irritating and exhilarating.
He took a breath before striding out of the TARDIS to wait outside the door. He was still, finally, silently hoping that nothing would go wrong.
It wasn't a sort of anxiety he was used to - it didn't concern mortal peril, or faulty circuits, or Gallifreyan politics.
No, those all made sense.
He was simply taking Byron on a trip, one he'd suggested a long time ago. Their first trip in his TARDIS, yes, but that was hardly cause for fidgeting so much.
Really, it made him feel so very young and it was both irritating and exhilarating.
He took a breath before striding out of the TARDIS to wait outside the door. He was still, finally, silently hoping that nothing would go wrong.
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Date: 2007-08-18 09:45 pm (UTC)"Enjoy yourselves," and it sounded very sincere, enough that the Doctor thanked him before he turned away.