fandomhigh | Adventures, Capers and Escapes - Danger Shop, Thursday, Period 3

The Doctor was waiting outside the Danger Shop for everyone today. As they arrived, he handed them each a red football jersey suited for their size. "Put those on. Football, or soccer, is a sport or a religion on Earth depending on who you're talking to, where on the planet you are and which era you're visiting. You're all going to learn a blatant lesson today about how no matter where you go and what sort of trouble you get yourselves into, there are going to be people who will judge you by how you look rather than what you have to say. The lesson is about why it's wrong, not how to do the same, in case anyone hasn't caught on. Once you have your shirt on, in you go. Mind the locals."

Inside the Danger Shop was a pub. A British pub, actually. It was busy, the beer was flowing, the patrons were largely inebriated and there was a football match on the big screen TVs around the place between the blue-shirted local team and the red-shirted team that the students were now apparently supporters of due to their attire.

Their arrival drew the attention of the blue-shirted supporters, who it seemed didn't take very kindly to the opposition ruining their party.

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The Doctor is over by the pool table winning holographic money and not making new friends. The TAs are wherever they say they are. They're probably your best bet if you need help getting out of a bad situation!

Cara was there, complete with a still fading black eye before she got into the fight.

In between games, since he had to share the pool table, the Doctor extracted Cara from her situation. "What happened to your face?"

Times like this, Cara missed having Zedd around to speed up her healing. "Nothing important."

"I know when you're lying. Why do you still think it's okay to lie to me?"

"I'm not," Cara replied. "I've had worse."

"I wasn't asking about the other times you've been hit in the face hard enough to have a reasonably impressive bruise. I'm asking about this one." It was the evasion and the way she held herself that bothered him, not the bruise. Bruises happened to humans. It was gross.

"I used my face to punch someone's fist this weekend. Didn't work out so well."

"I could keep asking you pointed questions about details for the rest of the class or you could tell me and shorten the process. Your choice."

Because duelling stubborns always ended well. "My guest wanted to make a point and have some fun in the process."

"Not Richard," he concluded.

"No. Never Richard." At least not when he was operating under his own free will.

Funny, 'at least not when he was operating under his own free will' was the Doctor's thought at that time as well. "You're not all right. What are you going to do about it?"

Cara was fine, it hadn't even been a particularly thorough beating. "Wait for it to heal. It shouldn't take that long."

"Provided there's nothing internal physically wrong, you only have a minor haematoma of the tissue. The bone probably doesn't like the situation either. That wasn't what I was talking about."

"Then I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Ask Clark. You are still friendly with him I assume?"

There was just the slightest of pauses before Cara replied. "Of course I am."

"Ask him what I mean." It was better than 'you probably have mental fallout from whatever went on and you should talk to someone close about it because I've seen your way of coping and it's almost as unhealthy as mine and that's saying something.'

Repression and beating people up were perfectly healthy ways to cope! Really! "Right, I'll do that"

"Don't incur the wrath of the entire pub. You'll put the other students at risk."

Killjoy. It wasn't her fault they couldn't appreciate a good barfight. "Fine."

Bobby was definitely going to get an assignment this week. The Doctor turned back to the pool table area to his would-be opponents. "How do we play this again?"

Bobby was a terrible bet unless the help needed was of the 'I'm tiny and innocent' sort.

He was currently trying to explain to a girl nearly twice his size why he had accidentally put on red.

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