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[comeonthensexy]

[ There's a good while of silence, aside from the rustle of a paper, like a page being turned. ]

Oh, yes, right! Hello! How do I do one of these voicemails things again?

[ Another bit of silence, and then he clears his throat. ]

You've reached the Doctor - the eleventh, to be exact. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, promise!

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[voice]

[notthedoctor]

[All right. That can't be good. Theta decides to stick with that medium for now.]

I know you've met him. We used to be- oh! You mean you saw him already. I think he was worried that he was here alone. I told him he wasn't. Not an easy time then or ahead of him.

[voice]

[comeonthensexy]

No.

[ Pause. ]

Thank you.

[voice]

[notthedoctor]

Doctor.

I'm sorry if he reminds you.

[Reminded them, but Theta had the benefit of human perspective. The ability to look back or stand instead of run if he had to. Dear Donna with her temper and strength.]

[voice]

[comeonthensexy]

Of course he reminds me.

[ Sometimes he thinks that might just come in handy, but the thought of it is so incredibly frightening. ]

[voice]

[notthedoctor]

It's not his fault, Doctor. He doesn't have the benefit of knowing we're around. Be terrible to be here by himself.

[Sometimes, yes. At other times, it's like being a horse in a harness, forced to go on until it falls of exhaustion in the traces.]

I'll take care of him, yeah? The TARDIS might want to meet him too if she hasn't found him already. [Pause for a thought.] She found him already, didn't she?

[voice]

[comeonthensexy]

I know it's not. I don't blame him.

[ He blames the gods. ]

She found him right before I did.

[voice]

[notthedoctor]

Who do you blame then?

[Such thin ice, testing it before stepping. Too much that could go wrong with a misspoken word.]

Oh! That must have been good for them. You don't mind her helping him, do you?

[Because Theta can't imagine the TARDIS not holding Eight's hand as she did Eleven's.]

[voice]

[comeonthensexy]

Why would I mind her helping him?

[voice]

[notthedoctor]

I might if I were you. I'd think of her as my TARDIS instead of his.

[He's trying to be understanding and honest at the same time, but Theta had already proven he was more about what was 'his' than Ten had been.]

[voice]

[comeonthensexy]

I can hardly stop her, can I? As far as she's concerned, there's no difference between any of us.

[ He begs to differ, but he does have another perspective on it. And Ten didn't help. ]