TTR: Special Pleading
by V Jewitt
"Look, why don't you just tell me what it is I've done and I'll see if
I can sort it out?"
Izzy side-stepped the Tenth Doctor as he blocked her way to the bar.
"I don't have a problem with you. I don't do the casting."
"No?" he returned, folding his arms. "Dr Watson to *his* Holmes, a
Taran Wood beast and a spoilt prince - all in the space of a couple
days - and you're telling me you *don't* have it in for me? Well,
"It doesn't work like that, unfortunately, or I'd have a story in
which the Master, the Rani, and anyone else who abuses storytime have
to play flower fairies for a few evenings."
"Frightening thought," said Ten. "But, still, Izzy..."
She shrugged. "You'll have to talk to the Book. Or the Master."
"Or," said Ten innocently, "*I* could tell a story..."
Izzy screamed out, flung her drink over him and stormed out.
He stared after. "What? What did I say? Izzy?" He turned back to
Adric at the bar, shaking his head. "I mean, she lets the Master read
stories, so why not me? At least I'm not *evil*... See, she just
doesn't like me!"