fandomhigh | History in Living Colour - Friday, Period 3 (Week 1)

The Danger Shop was the place to be for students who were taking the Doctor's class. Conveniently, the Doctor was there and had programmed it to look like a cocktail party. People seemed to be mingling about and there were little holographic canapés and non-alcoholic drinks being served.

The Doctor met the students at the door. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. This is History in Living Colour and there's a syllabus to grab on the way out if you don't want to be surprised by what's coming up. I went to a lot of trouble to make those, so don't go making paper aeroplanes out of them or anything." They did make for great paper aeroplanes though. He'd tried it earlier. "The class will be about Earth's history, so if you know absolutely nothing about Earth, I suggest picking up a book and giving yourself a crash course or asking around. I'll be assuming you know at least something about the planet you're on by next week. Right! Lesson one. History is about the people. Inside you'll find three different men who have played a significant role in the development of Earth's history.

Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President of the United States and one of the most significant. Gave some great speeches. Never gets old listening to them. He's the fellow with the big hat.

Socrates is the guy in the toga. Greek. He's one of the founders of Western philosophy and has a good appreciation for irony.

Then there's Sigmund Freud. He's the one in the suit with the cigar. He had a lot on his mind and an obsession with mothers and phallic objects. Well, there's more to it, but I don't want to spoil all the fun.

Today's class is simple. Go in there, mingle, get to know each other, introduce yourselves and then go corner Abe, Socrates or Freud and ask them a question or two, and for the purposes of the exercise, they can all speak English."

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"Why are you so concerned with my pen?" he asked.

"I'm not. I was just wondering, and making conversation." If Freud was very observant, he might notice her starting to grind her back teeth together.

Oh, he was, and he made a mental note of it. "It is important that you have something to say to others?" he asked, ignoring the question of the pen.

"Conversing idly is what one does at a party." She was determined no to give him as little personal information as she could from this point forward.

"Is it important that you do what is expected of you?"

"Why does what is important to me matter to you?"

"Perhaps it isn't, perhaps I am simply making conversation," he replied. "Or perhaps I am trying to learn about you. How does that make you feel?"

Like it was none of his business, mostly. "Like you should have bought me dinner first."

He smiled at that, making another mental note. "Would you like me to buy you dinner?" he asked. "I am old enough to be your father."

Oh, this she could do. "What if that's what I look for in a dining partner?"

He would not be at all surprised. And he would take advantage of it. For the research possibilities only, of course. "Then I would most assuredly invite you to dinner. Would you say yes?"

"Would you make it worth my while?"

"I believe I could be persuaded to do just that," he replied, offering her his elbow. "Shall we walk while we decide on the details?"

Inara reached out to take his arm, then sighed in relief as he faded out of sight before they made physical contact. "Oh, thank goodness."

She felt the sudden need for more wine.

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