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“I will only speak to the old warrior.” The knife is held tight in her grip as Leela shifts from side to side. Half a dozen men face her. She could take them if need be but she would rather not try. They are trained in the ways of combat and will not go down easily.

“The old warrior, miss?” The man in front of the others speaks in a voice that is deceptively gentle. He has strength, this one, both in his body and his ability to control the others, but he is not the one she wants.

“I look for the man called Lethbridge-Stewart, and will talk to no other.” She knows this is the right place and the right time - she has listened well to the Doctor’s stories.

“I believe I may be of some assistance in this matter.” The group before her parts. The man who has come does not need the shiny baubles on his clothing for her torecognise what he is.

“You wear the scars of many battles and walk with pride.” There is a tug of attraction in her gut, but she ignores it. Now is not the time.

“Thank you, I think.” He holds out his hand in greeting. Leela switches her blade to her left hand and shakes with her right. His grip is firm, his eyes are honest. The Doctor picks his allies well. “I afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don’t know you.”

“I am Leela.” The other men are still watching her, but she only speaks to the one. “I have been sent by the Doctor.”

“I should have suspected as much. Would you care to come to my office and tell me what our friend is up to now?”

“He is not up to anything." He leads the way to the nearest building, and she follows. "The last time I saw him he was below the ground, in a cave.”

"Needs a bit of rescuing, does he?" The man chuckles. He knows the Doctor's ways as well as she does, it seems.

"Doesn't he always?"

Requests: Ancelyn/Bambera, Brig/Doris

The chivalry can be grating at times, she'd be the first to say. But after a long day - or week or however long it takes - the familiarity and grace of it, is a welcome soothingness to her nerves.

They entertain company from time to time; the Brigadier and his wife are frequent visitors, and even Sarah Jane Smith stops by on ocassion (Bambera is convinced that Sarah envies her getting to keep her time traveler; nobody's ever envied Bambera before, so its a little disorienting).

Ancelyn has, if anything, Bambera thinks to herself, only one downside: when she wears velvet or lace, he slips and says she's being particularly Italian...or Byzantine. (not that he's complaining at the time, mind)

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Requests: Ancelyn/Ace, Mordred/Rose

She's is his old faithful, really. Miss Grant had Mr Jones, Miss Smith has that blasted metal dog of hers and the Doctor - wherever the fellow happens to be running off to now in that blue box - has the TARDIS. He has Doris.

She's a good girl, putting up with his military manner and the inevitiable calls from UNIT and requests for just one more adventure to save the world. And like any good English woman, she frowns a little before smiling and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I suppose dinner will have to wait, then?"

"You know how it is, Doris. Giant Squid on the Thames, duty calls."

"Retirement used to mean something you know..."

"I'll be back by tomorrow hopefully. If London explodes of course I might be a little longer."

She gives him that enchanting smirk. "Oh go on then, Lethbridge Stewart. I'll be here as always, the dutiful wife."

"But you do it so well, darling." They permit themselves another long kiss, he sticks on that blasted hat again and with a final wave he gotten into another helicopter into the night.

And she waves back at him. His old faithful Doris.

Requests: Evelyn Smythe/Winston Churchill, Barbara Wright/Ganatus (From "The Daleks"), Ian Chesterton/Princess Joanna (From "The Crusade")

Fic Post

Leela/The Brig

Ancelyn/Bambera

Brigadier/Doris