Let me try this once more... Here's where this drabble actually wanted to go. Thanks Samantha :-)
With apologies to JK Rowling...
The young redhead studied the console intently, rubbing absently at his forearm.
"Ah, there you are," the Doctor paused, face clouding over, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for answers," Turlough replied mildly.
"Really?" The Doctor smiled brightly, "Could I help?"
Turlough sneered, "How is it a Time Lord of no great import, in a rackety old Type Forty, manages to keep one step ahead of the Black Guardian?"
The Doctor's expression turned dangerous, "The Black Guardian is outside Earth's temporal awareness."
"The Black Guardian is my past, present, and future, Doctor." He yanked up his sleeve revealing the livid tattoo.
"But Boss, I don't understand!" protested the little Latino in the impeccable white suit. "It's never been done this way before!" he continued as he hurried to keep up with his much taller employer. "What about the plane? The plane!"
"Ah, yes. The plane. Our gracious pilot has more than earned a week off, wouldn't you agree?"
"But Boss! What about --?!" His further protests were cut off by an odd wheezing-groaning sound.
As a faint blue outline began to appear in the midst of the beautiful South Pacific glade, Mister Roarke told his staff brightly, "Smiles, everybody! Smiles!"
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