Subject: Continuity: Keys (Part 7)
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Posted on: 2019-08-02 00:49:00 UTC

The Doctor mashed a fuzzy green poet's hat over his curly hair and turned around, peering up the street. "The thing is, I did promise we'd go to this lovely resort planet for tea," he said. "And now it seems we've gotten separated. She's a bright girl, Sarah Jane, but I'm still worried."

"We'll help you find her," the Aviator immediately declared, which drew an ireful glower from the Notary.

"White," Morgan cautioned, putting a hand on her arm. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Yes," the Notary said. "Please shake these silly notions of bravado from her head, and then we can find Yellow and go home."

Morgan threw a glare over her shoulder before leading the Aviator a few steps away, lowering her voice. "Whatever's going on, the Doctor will fix. This isn't our fight to get involved in. We're just here to get the Reader and get out. Let the canons handle... canon problems."

The Aviator sighed and glanced back at the Doctor before reluctantly nodding. "Fine," she said. "But if doing that puts Xan—puts Yellow in any danger, I don't care if I get kicked off the council. I'm saving her."

"Don't be so dramatic," Morgan said, shaking her head in exasperation. "We'll save her without needing to do anything crazy. Come on." She clapped the Aviator on the arm and moved forward to speak to the Doctor. "We haven't seen Sarah Jane, but she's able to look out for herself. We're actually here to find a friend of ours—"

She was cut off by a sudden wind that whipped litter around their legs, followed by the sound of TARDIS engines. A blue police box materialized, and a man with floppy brown hair and a bow tie stuck his head out.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for a nest," he said. "Well, I say a nest, but it's more like a lair, a sort of—Morgan?"

"Morgan?" the Fourth Doctor said, turning to stare at her. "My goodness! I thought you seemed familiar! You've grown."

"Doctor," Morgan sighed. "And Doctor."

The Eleventh Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and snapped his fingers, shutting the doors behind him. "Well, if you're here with that silly council of yours, things must be worse than I thought," he said.

Morgan wordlessly pointed at the sky, and the Eleventh Doctor whirled around to follow her finger.

"Oh. Oh dear. Oh dear, dear me."

"Silly council?" the Notary demanded. "I'll have you know that the Continuity Council of Gallifrey-in-would someone stop that blasted noise before I skewer them with an ice pick?!"

The Fourth Doctor looked up from his own sonic screwdriver with a look of utter surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt by being so clever," he said. "But I do believe I understand what this is now."

"And that's why I'm here to stop it," the Eleventh Doctor declared, straightening his bow tie as he glanced at his younger self. "Well—we're here to stop it."

"Stop what, exactly?" Morgan said, folding her arms.

The Doctors looked at each other, then back at the agents. The Fourth Doctor tucked his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket and cleared his throat. "The Mirror Causality."

((And I'll chuck some thoughts into the notes doc. Batter up!))

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