[Skye still has a lot of questions, but her mind is all over the place and she can't pinpoint a specific question to ask her right now. Climbing into the 'bed', Skye doesn't realize just how badly she needed to be horizontal until now.]
Are you going to tuck me into bed and read me a bedtime story?
And settles down beside her, readying a story like she's done this a thousand times before. Dad skills: you never lose them. ]
I've got so many I could tell you... [ She glances round the medical tent, searching, perhaps, for inspiration... ]
Oh! How about that time I went undercover in hospital, 'cos I wanted to investigate some really weird readings I'd picked up, and ended up on the moon.
[ You're not hallucinating, it's just Doctor Who. ]
Definitely not. My friend wondered the same thing. She was working there as a medical student, you see, that's how we met. [ Fondly, if wistful, ] ...Good ol' Martha Jones.
[ Like this is the most natural thing anyone's ever said, ] But we could breathe 'cos the space rhinos who'd kidnapped the hospital put a force-field round the building to keep the air in. Air bubble on the moon. To their credit, it worked really well, right up till we ran out of oxygen...
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But first, c'mon! Back to bed with you.
[ She doesn't touch Skye, but gestures for her to follow along, into a tent. ]
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You take your name way too seriously.
[But she's following her. Happy?]
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[ Good girl! She pulls back the sheets of a bed for her, smiling encouragingly. Everyone loves quarantine tents, it's a great time in here. ]
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Are you going to tuck me into bed and read me a bedtime story?
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[ It's really hard to tell if she's offering seriously or not. ]
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Oh no. She doesn't get sarcasm. They totally can't be friends, sorry. Skye can't associate with people who don't get sarcasm.Okay, but, maybe she wouldn't mind company right now...]
Only if you're not busy.
[The Doctor has to have a lot of stories up her sleeve, right?]
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And settles down beside her, readying a story like she's done this a thousand times before. Dad skills: you never lose them. ]
I've got so many I could tell you... [ She glances round the medical tent, searching, perhaps, for inspiration... ]
Oh! How about that time I went undercover in hospital, 'cos I wanted to investigate some really weird readings I'd picked up, and ended up on the moon.
Me, and the whole hospital.
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[Her mind is a little scattered right now, so maybe she just misheard her.]
How do you end up on the moon? How did you not die? I mean, hospitals aren't airtight. Right?
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Definitely not. My friend wondered the same thing. She was working there as a medical student, you see, that's how we met. [ Fondly, if wistful, ] ...Good ol' Martha Jones.
[ Like this is the most natural thing anyone's ever said, ] But we could breathe 'cos the space rhinos who'd kidnapped the hospital put a force-field round the building to keep the air in. Air bubble on the moon. To their credit, it worked really well, right up till we ran out of oxygen...
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[What. The. Hell? Not that this place was that much less weird, what with the deer and everything.]
Why would they want to kidnap a hospital?