The Doctor's Office Hours: Tuesday

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

The door is cracked open. If one peers in, one could see a teenage boy with brilliantly red hair sitting behind the desk, scribbling in a notebook and drinking like, his fifth can of Coke.

He's totally writing angsty poetry. Or bad love letters. But you don't get to read them unless Rhi gets bored later; check this space.

If he looks up and chews on his pen, one who knows him could possibly see similarities in his face and eyes to the man who's supposed to be there.

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten pokes a little through her notebook, smiles charmingly at her, and then looks back at the paper. "This is good. But this?" He pokes his finger at the page. "Pish. Needs to be completely reworked."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam smiled back and leaned forward, taking a sip of Coke. "Great." She frowned at the part he'd pointed to. "Darn it, I thought I'd fixed that part."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head and kicks back, feet up on his desk...but not in Sam's face, he's considerate enough. At that moment Pink Floyd's 'Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2' comes on. "Nope. And that makes the next page or two fairly moot. Completely wrong direction."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Damn," Sam said, a little more relaxed in the Doctor's company, since they were going through the same thing, even if he didn't know about it. Good song, though. "Completely?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten's sensed the slight change in her attitude, but he doesn't think it needs to be commented on. That just fucks things up anyway. "Completely, bloody entirely."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Well, shoot." Sam was dying to ask for a hint, but didn't want to press her luck. Instead, she reached over and tore the pages out of the notebook. "Back to the drawing board on that one, then."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"I don't mean to discourage you, Sam. Honestly."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She sighed. "No, it's better to know. It's actually a huge help not to keep working at something that I know is wrong. I didn't expect this to be finished in one semester, honestly."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully that's all it will take," Sam sighed. "And I'm definitely up for it. These answers...they could be everything."

She smiled. "No, I'm good, thanks."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten nods. "OK. The rest of it...is sorta right. But this equation is really important. So go fix that, and we'll talk next week. Oh, and Sam?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam nodded, although she wasn't completely thrilled by the description of the rest of her work as "sorta right."

"Yes?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Do your other assignments, not just this. Like the one that was due Monday. Kay?" He doesn't look too mad. "I know you can get focused and lose sight of things, but...yeah."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I knew I forgot something..." She sighed. "I'll try and have that done as soon as I can think of something for class on Wednesday."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Kay." He smiles at her and then slurps his Coke. "See you then?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"See you then," she gathered her notebook. "Good luck with the whole teenager...thing."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Might take years," he says. "And it's not like you don't have a new lease on life. Are you up for that, is the real question. Just to find the answers."

For some reason, he sounds like his old self, just for a moment. Until he adds, "Did you wanna 'nother Coke?"