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I'm the House Keeper!

When: Master's Wardrobe Plot
Who: The Doctor

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Where: The TARDIS - The Los Angeles HUB

What:

The Doctor wasn't going to call all of his hard work on that country manor a bust. There was a lot of activity in the HUB and The Doctor could see this. He's also unaware that his younger self had crossed his time stream and that will make for an interesting discovery when he returns to the TARDIS.

Still he wanders the halls of the HUB and he goes to head into the main offices. He goes to grab a chair and he flops himself down. "You lot work too hard! There's not a soul that's scratching at the doors to get out for a little adventure? I'm not talking about a slobbery reanimated dinosaur or a weevil. And, really heaven and hell? That's taking up too much time!" He leans forward to go through someone's paperwork and he ruffles through it. It's boring and he tosses it over his shoulder only to watch it go all over the place. "I've always wanted to do that."

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Oh, yes he did do exactly that and The Doctor looks up at the mess on the floor.

"Well, there's no need to get that in order. I think everyone here needs time off. Well not exactly time off but everyone is just here. It's boring," The Doctor goes to dig through the desk and he finds a piece of alien technology. He stares at it for a moment. "Its a nose hair trimmer." He rolls his eyes and he tosses it back on the desk. "Well it's a nose hair trimmer for a Judoon."

"Of course it is," grumbles Andrew into his hand, from where he's pinching his nose in frustration. "It's got a hitron power source I want for something else. And there wasn't a need to get in order, no, until you went and scattered it everywhere."

Is he really this annoying? He consoles himself with the fact that the eleventh Doctor isn't actually him in the strictest sense as he gets out of his chair and starts shoving the papers back into one pile.

"Yes, of course everyone needs a hitron power source," The Doctor says, as he places the object back down on the desk. I think this lot needs a bit of a break anyway. They're going to be a bit high strung by the time the summer comes." The Doctor leans back in the chair with the desk that has a mess of paper on it.

He tends to be this annoying when he wants to. The Time Lord places his hands behind his head. The Doctor looks at the papers that one of the Ianto's likely put there in some order. "I like them on the floor. I mean what if you want to sit on the floor and look over papers about Weevil attacks?"

"Then I'll sit on the floor and bring them with me - in order." Someone may have inherited some of Donna's tendency toward efficiency in the office. Andrew finishes gathering the papers into a loose pile and stands up to put them back on the desk, giving them an almost hurt look at the thought of having to sort them again.

"Why don't you go play with Märet or something?" he asks.

The Doctor bounds up from his seat and he goes to scoop up a piece of one report. He shudders and he puts the paper back on the desk. "Yes, and they're horrible pictures of dead people. Still I'm about to see if you would like to join me on holiday."

"I'll bring Maret along. I know he would enjoy a chance to explore new worlds." The Doctor says, and he takes another piece of fallen paper from the ground. "I was thinking Saint Andrews during the Second Great War. Scotland was fairly safe from German bombs and I know Jack's a big fan of the era. And, I won't chance him running into himself during his very early years."

"I haven't said no," Andrew points out, eyebrows raised. "I just...there're things I have to do, alright? And yeah, we have pictures of dead people. Jack says it's useful, like CSI."

He sighs. World War II for the holidays? Really? "You sure about that?"

"So are you going to?" The Doctor looks at the office space and he hums. "Well you can bring your work with you. Its not as if the TARDIS doesn't have her own work shop."

He looks at the pictures he picked up. "Well there's children in here and they shouldn't be exposed to these things." He goes to put the pictures in a folder. "Well they shouldn't be exposed to these things just yet."

"Yes. We're not going to London or any occupied area. We should be safe."

"Wouldn't be much of a holiday if I work," mutters Andrew to himself. They could come back to the same time, right? Assuming they could get to the same time again; knowing the Doctor they'd probably end up two months late after being gone a week.

"The children wouldn't be exposed to it if someone didn't go around throwing those things on the floor where everyone can see them," retorted Handy, rolling his eyes. "And you do realize we could go to any other time period and you wouldn't have to reassure me about how the Nazis probably aren't going to bomb us?"

"Good! I was hoping that it would be a holiday without work!" The Doctor's going to be a good sport to clean up the mess of papers to put them away. He may not have them in the right order but that's fine for now.

There's a very good chance he'll be late in getting them back home. His sense of time has always been crap in that sense.

"Yes, yes, yes so I'm corrected." The Doctor seems almost hurt by his choice of periods in history to visit. "Oh, but to think of all the inspiration the English countryside during the Blitz was for many. I am going to make a big rest assure that the Nazis won't bomb us assurance, Andrew."

Siiigh. Andrew's just in a bad mood, really; it's nothing against WWII-era England (at least, WWII-era England in the countryside).

"We'd better find Narnia while we're there, or I'll be terribly disappointed," he says, keeping an entirely straight face.

"As if raging war with swords over bombs is any better?" The Doctor begins to head off to where he left the TARDIS. "It will be fun either way." Yes, because traveling all over the place beats being settled.

"You don't know it'd be war; we might go sail to the edge of the world or something," argues Andrew, more or less just to be difficult. He quickly finishes stacking things on his desk and hops up from his chair as the Doctor scurries off.

"Are we going right this minute? I want to put a locator on Märet before we go, in case he wanders off." He pauses. "After I find Märet."

"I'm sure we'll go exactly where we should. Bah. You're not being optimistic. I'm sure Scotland was more than safe during the war," The Doctor argues back, and he's still shuffling off to where he left the TARDIS.

He stops and he turns around. "No. I'm going to get some supplies. I'm not sure rationing is something Maret understands." The Doctor rubs the back of his neck. "A locator? I suppose..." He mutters and he's not exactly happy with the idea.

"Not really, no - if we try to ration he'll probably eat everyone's dinners in one sitting," chuckles Andrew ruefully.

He arches an eyebrow at the Doctor's discomfort. "Do you want to track him down without a locator if he gets lost in World War II Scotland?"

"No, we don't need to worry about living the life of everyone else. I can always go back for supplies when we're getting close to running out. We've got plenty of people with a TARDIS or a Vortex Manipulator to help out."

He turns around and he takes a deep breath. "Of course not, no. There's no telling what trouble he could get himself into."

Andrew can tell the Doctor doesn't like the idea of putting a tracker on a grown, sapient being - but Andrew's genuinely concerned about what Märet might get into. "It's not like I'm going to stop him from going where he likes," he points out, trying to justify it. "I just want to know if he roams too far abroad so I at least know where to go pick him up when he has a clash with the locals."

The Doctor isn't comfortable with the idea and he pushes The TARDIS doors open only to see his previous console room in the place of his new one. He turns around and he takes in a deep breath. "No we can't have Maret running off and getting into trouble. I don't know how much trouble he can get into but you're right. It would be nice to find him if he wanders off into town or another manor."

He turns his attention back to the console room and he takes a deep breath. "Okay, you can have your moment of feeling a little bit younger." He speaks to the TARDIS and he wanders over towards the console. "As for Maret, we could be able to keep an eye on him by using The TARDIS."

Andrew did deliberately say 'when' rather than 'if.' There's little doubt in his mind that Märet would find some sort of trouble to get into.

"You think so?" he asks. "I'll go get him - and run home to grab clothes, all that boring stuff."

Of course its not just Maret that's an expert in getting into trouble. He clasps his hands together. "I think so. I'll see you in the TARDIS. There still will be plenty for him to do to keep him from getting bored."

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