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Fifth Doctor Drabbles

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“You’re the Black Guardian?” Turlough looked the man up and down. He was stout, balding, and looked more like a middle aged accountant than the personification of chaos. “Where’s your booming voice, the black clothes, and that ridiculous raven hat-thing?”

“The Guardians can change their form, so I slip into a new one whenever I feel like it.”

“And you picked that one? Not likely,” Turlough scoffed. “I’ve met the Black Guardian. I don’t know who you are, but you’re not him.”

The Black Guardian grinned wickedly at him. “Oh, allow me prove it to you Turlough, my old…friend.”