Maggie smiled at him, the old bitter smile, and shook her head. "No you're not. You don't have to say it just to be polite."
"No, I... I really am sorry." The Doctor eyed her from across the console, his expression painfully sincere, and eventually Maggie had to look away. Sympathy she was used to, but the way he looked at her... it was like he genuinely hurt for her. It wasn't a comfortable feeling.
"Blimey," he muttered after a minute, "am I ever going to meet anyone with a normal wedding day?"
"What?" she asked, looking up.
"Oh, it's... it's complicated," he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"You say that a lot."
"It usually is." Beat. "Complicated, I mean."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Don't I know it. It's not like you do anything to make it less complicated." She circled slowly around the console, trailing her fingers over the controls while taking care not to actually turn any dials, flip any switches. She stopped at his side, and looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "We're not really going to sit here all day, are we?"
The Doctor stared at her for a moment, his expression something she couldn't quite parse, and then jumped to the controls, leaning forward and past her to reach something. "Right! Of course! Ever onwards... Where d'you want to go, then? Your choice!"
"As if I'd even know where there is to go. You're just asking me to be polite, aren't you?"
Still leaned halfway over the console, he grinned at her over his shoulder. "Well, yeah, but it seemed like the thing to do. You mind?"
Maggie laughed, and stepped back to drop onto the jump seat. "Considering it's you, I'll take what I can get."
Requests: Maggie Hopley/Sally Sparrow, Harriet Jones/Yvonne Hartman, Jack Harkness/Geoffrey Chaucer
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Maggie Hopley/Tenth Doctor
Date: 2008-10-21 04:39 am (UTC)Maggie smiled at him, the old bitter smile, and shook her head. "No you're not. You don't have to say it just to be polite."
"No, I... I really am sorry." The Doctor eyed her from across the console, his expression painfully sincere, and eventually Maggie had to look away. Sympathy she was used to, but the way he looked at her... it was like he genuinely hurt for her. It wasn't a comfortable feeling.
"Blimey," he muttered after a minute, "am I ever going to meet anyone with a normal wedding day?"
"What?" she asked, looking up.
"Oh, it's... it's complicated," he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"You say that a lot."
"It usually is." Beat. "Complicated, I mean."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Don't I know it. It's not like you do anything to make it less complicated." She circled slowly around the console, trailing her fingers over the controls while taking care not to actually turn any dials, flip any switches. She stopped at his side, and looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "We're not really going to sit here all day, are we?"
The Doctor stared at her for a moment, his expression something she couldn't quite parse, and then jumped to the controls, leaning forward and past her to reach something. "Right! Of course! Ever onwards... Where d'you want to go, then? Your choice!"
"As if I'd even know where there is to go. You're just asking me to be polite, aren't you?"
Still leaned halfway over the console, he grinned at her over his shoulder. "Well, yeah, but it seemed like the thing to do. You mind?"
Maggie laughed, and stepped back to drop onto the jump seat. "Considering it's you, I'll take what I can get."
Requests: Maggie Hopley/Sally Sparrow, Harriet Jones/Yvonne Hartman, Jack Harkness/Geoffrey Chaucer