Date: 2010-04-01 01:52 am (UTC)
“I’m 927 years old. I know things.”

There was a pause.

“You’re 930,” said Mum.

“Anyway,” said Dad, looking back to the central column. “A TARDIS re-writing her logs.”

“Have you ever heard of it before?” asked Brem.

“No, but…” He trailed off, then admitted. “I, uh, really didn’t pay attention, in Academy, when they were talking about, well—”

“Anything,” finished Mum, wryly.

I love these exchanges. They're so normal. It's so silly that the Doctor lies about his age and skipped school when he was young, but it was so *him.*

Poor Athena. Don't worry. Someone will figure it out. At some level, even with the prologue, I want Fort to figure it out; she's so like the Doctor to me, even more so than Brem. Plus, she thinks creatively (cooking is a skill I will never have!).

Thanks for another lovely chapter! It was nice to see the family back together.
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