thecricketer | Cricket! RP for of_traken and <user site="livejournal.com" user

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Cricket! RP for of_traken and <user site="livejournal.com" user

The Doctor was, though one would never hear him admit it, rather giddy. His hands flew lightly over the console, setting coordinates with cheerful confidence. India, 2007. He wasn't too specific; no need to press his luck, and they could find other ways of travel once they arrived. See where the current matches were being played.

Perhaps they could take a train. He hadn't done that since the werewolves, and that was hardly a leisurely ride.

"Winter, then," he murmured, brow furrowed slightly in concentration, though a faint smile lingered on his lips.

Nyssa wanted to go, for him. Perhaps he shouldn't feel so incredibly touched by that, but he did.

He was determined, absolutely determined, that the three of them would have an enjoyable, relaxing time of it. No murder investigations, no devious plots uncovered, no sinister invaders thwarted.

It would be their first trip together since being reunited, and they were going to have fun.

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India. They were going to India to watch cricket. Nyssa prided herself at the idea and the way he smiled, as if he were trying to hide it. She had made him happy and that was enough for her.

She hovered near him in the console room, watching him with interest and a soft smile.

Finally she speaks. "Well?"

And her smile makes her face light up.

"I really don't understand what is with the pair of you and Earth." Turlough mused as he leaned against the console, absently watching his friends.

He didn't mind, of course. He was simply being difficult for the sake of being difficult, though he had no intentions of keeping it up for long. He was back. He was with the Doctor and Nyssa again and he had no interest in ruining things.

"Why India? Certainly Britain is as good a place as any?"

"The coordinates are set," he said to Nyssa, turning to her just in time to see her smile. It warms his chest, transforming his faint smile into a bright grin.

"You want to go to Britain, Turlough?" he asked as he glanced at his friend, raising his eyebrows. The quirk of his lips was teasing, now.

When he grinned she moved out her hand to touch his arm and then moved to study the coordinates over his shoulder. "This is all rather exciting isn't it?"

And then her tone is apologetic. "It's likely not going to be as fun for you as Cranleigh Halt...You'd probably rather play than watch but I thought it would be nice..."

She rounded on Turlough then and grinned. "Come now, it will be fun."

"Fun." He repeated and then he made a face to the Doctor.

"I don't really care. India is as good as anywhere on Earth I suppose." Turlough smiled a bit then, just a quirk of the lips and moved to peer at the coordinates as well.

"You're sure this was Nyssa's idea, Doctor?"

The Doctor happily nodded his agreement as he second-checked - always a good idea, really.

"Yes, Turlough, fun. I'm sure you're acquainted with the idea?" When he looked up his eyes were sparkling with humour, with fondness.

"I am quite sure, thank you." He thought he managed indignance rather way.

"Vaguely." Turlough teased back. "Hard to say, isn't it? Had a rather nice time driving that car until I was run off the road."

"I think you brainwashed her." the man joked.

"Oh, we'll have a grand time, be quiet." Nyssa insisted with humor in her eyes and her voice as she nudged Turlough away from the console.

"Brainwashed? I think I would know if he had." She tsked. "I thought we'd simply start things off with something simple, that we could enjoy. There's not much that could go wrong at a cricket match."

"Oh, don't say that," the Doctor chided. "Perfect way to ensure us being embroiled in a plot to destroy the universe."

He reached across to reach a particular button and then they were dematerialising, and he glanced back at his friends as if to see what they thought. It had been a long time since they'd done this together - only once, with the three of them.

Turlough groaned. "Honestly. If that happens and one of us has to be a sacrifice or spend the entire plot tied up? I'm nudging Nyssa towards them. Thank you for jinxing us."

And he smiled then and pushed a hand through his hair. "This is it then. This is the start."

"Well! Some friend you are, Turlough." Nyssa snapped, playfully still. "You don't believe in such superstition, do you? That's silly."

She beamed and offered a hand to either of the men. "This is it." She agreed.

"If it comes to that I promise I'll take my turn at being bound in a cellar."

He took Nyssa's hand without hesitation, offering his other hand to Turlough.

"A fine beginning, I think," he said softly.

"And leave us to the universe saving? No thank you. ...Though I'm sure Nyssa could figure something out. Eventually."

Turlough paused before he joined hands with his friends. What an odd trio. But it was right somehow.

"Couldn't agree more. Aren't we getting a bit sentimental though?" Not that he was complaining.

"You'll find, Turlough, that I'm quite capable." Nyssa assured with a mock-offended tone. "Quick and clever enough. If all else failed I could rescue the Doctor from a cellar. I've done it before."

She gave each of the men's hands a squeeze.

"We're in this together."

"I'm glad to know my freedom is in competent hands," the Doctor said lightly. His faint smile spoke of his sincerity, his confidence in his companions.

"For quite some time, I hope," he said softly.

"I think we'll make quite a team."

"You have not." Turlough argued, for the sake of arguing one should imagine. And he smiled a bit, just a bit.

Turlough gave the Doctor's hand a tight grip. "For as long as you would like."

"I agree. Not a human aboard."

"I did. Tell him that I did, Doctor." Nyssa argued in turn, with a serious tone that didn't match the playful glint in her eyes.

Nyssa nodded her agreement. "Quite some time indeed if I have my way."

"Turlough." Nyssa warned, tucking a curl behind her ear. "One of my very good friends is human and they're very capable."

"She ended up rescuing me the first time we met," the Doctor agreed, nodding gravely.

"And I'll agree with that as well," he said sternly, though he squeezed Turlough's hand in turn.

"Many of my very good friends have been capable humans."

"And here I thought that Nyssa of Traken was the damsel in distress." Turlough drawled, gathering her up in one arm.

He smiled then, genuinely and brightly smiled. "For quite some time then."

"That's an oxymoron, Doctor."

"Hardly. I manage very well, I think." She wrapped on arm around Turlough with a grin.

"Let's not start. Even teasing, let's not begin that. We should enjoy ourselves and the time we've stolen."

He hadn't seen that smile often and he cherished the sight of it, the opportunity of new memories.

"Oh, I wouldn't stay stolen. You can't take Time without it's permission, I'm sure." He gently drew away from them as the TARDIS landed, simply watching the two for a moment before gesturing broadly to the door.

"Ladies first, then, isn't it?"

"I was unaware Time had feelings." Turlough said and when the Doctor pulled from him he used the free hand to fuss with his tie absently before letting Nyssa go and nudging her.

"Off you go then, Nyssa. Tell us if you really have jinxed us."

"I think I quite agree with you, Doctor. So we should...enjoy the Time we have been given and be grateful that it has been so kind as to throw us back together." Nyssa said with a nod.

She grinned then and moved to the door, pushing it open and peering out. "Well. So far it seems safe. Come on then."

"A great many things have feelings, Turlough," the Doctor said, pulling a rather crumpled hat from his pocket.

He worked it back into its proper shape as he followed, setting it on his head as he stepped out into the light.

He'd tried for February, and the crisp but mild cold seemed to account for that.

"We should be in West Bengal, near Kolkata."

"Including inanimate objects and natural occurrences, apparently." Turlough said, wryly.

Turlough followed the Doctor, bringing up the rear and shut the door behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. He crossed his arms over his chest and moved forward a bit.

"Should I be amazed that you seem to have gotten it right?" He asked, good natured under protective sarcasm.

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