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Fifth Doctor Drabbles

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“Damn shame about your airplane, Doctor!” Nathaniel clapped him on the back so hard the Time Lord almost fell over.

“And nearly being eaten by a lion,” Phoebe prompted.

“Indeed. Stay and have dinner with us.”

Nyssa stiffened. “We wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble-”

“Nonsense! Phoebe cooks enough to feed an army! Come along!” The other guests followed him while Nyssa and the Doctor lingered.

“Must we? A hunting party-”

“Doesn’t thrill me either,” the Doctor agreed, “but we need their help to find the TARDIS again.” He held out his arm and, reluctantly, she took it.