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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]

[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. ]