The Delayed Escape
Rating: T
Pairing: Helen Sinclair/Liv Chenka, Helen Sinclair & Liv Chenka & Eighth Doctor
Summary:
Helen and Liv get a bit too carried away in a less than ideal location - and find themselves grandly interrupted, much to the embarrassment of everyone involved. While making a quick getaway, they learn something about the Doctor amidst his trying to admonish them for their questionable amorous choices.
(Helen/Liv with NB Eight, lots of fluff and lots of gay)
Preview:
"Oh, brilliant, see what happens when we get held up?" the Doctor says with exasperation.
"Oh no, this is not our fault," Liv retorts, as they hastily make their way out of a side exit and start running across the castle lawns as fast as they can. "You're the one who got us into this mess!"
"And you two are the ones who decided that being imprisoned in a castle by some bloodthirsty aristocrats was a good time to get amorous! We'd have made it out this door without being spotted if Helen hadn't had to put her shirt back on!"
"Do yourself a favour, Doctor, and don't mention my girlfriend's shirt or any lack of it ever again."
"Oh for - Liv Chenka, I should have thought I would never have to make it clear that I am not a man as you would understand it and that I don't remotely look at women in the way you seem to expect me to - umph!"
Liv, having pushed him into a bush, grabs Helen and drags her down with her as she jumps into said bush after him.
"What was-" The Doctor stares at Liv, looking exasperated and perhaps a bit hurt. "Liv, I'm trying to have an honest and extremely personal conversation with you about something I never discuss with anyone and you just-"
"Shut up, you idiot, I did it because we were about to get shot," Liv hisses.
The Doctor blinks at her. "Oh."
"We are now hiding in this bush. You're welcome."
"Oh."
"... what do you mean, you're not a man as we would understand it?" Helen asks, confused, frowning at him.
The Doctor shrugs. "My species change bodies at the drop of a hat, and we don't always stay the same, in mind or body. The idea of gender as you understand it, which is a result of how you're socialised, just really doesn't apply to us, except in very abstract ways. I might look like a man, in your terms, and I don't have a problem with being called 'he', it suits me well enough, but I'm not a man and I don't think like one."
"Hence your lack of interest in my breasts," Helen says thoughtfully, making the Doctor turn pink and Liv snort. Helen immediately claps her hands over her mouth. "Oh god, did I just say that out loud?"
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