September 18th, 2009

thinking, lip bite

for ambitious_woman: The year was 1964...

...and the Doctor was thoroughly excited. He wouldn't admit how much he loved the 60's on Earth, but in many ways it felt even more like home than Gallifrey did. Or France, for that matter. And now that he was steering the TARDIS towards London in 1964, he couldn't help the slight spring in his step as he hopped around the console, tapping his fingers along wires and buttons in time to "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles, which happened to be blaring through the TARDIS speakers.

After all, it was tradition to overplay an artists' songs when one was on their way to a concert.

He couldn't find Lucie's old Beatles shirt in the wardrobe, so he stuck to what he knew, changing out his usual ascot for a bright red one. It was the first real recreational trip he'd made since he found Reinette in India. No distress signals, no monsters. Just him and Reinette. And the Beatles, of course.

It very nearly felt like a first date.

Oh no. No, no, no. He was not going to start thinking that way. The moment he did, things would start to get awkward. Or worse! And the last thing he wanted was nerves tonight. Tonight was about his favorite Earth band and fun.

"Reinette, you ready to go?"