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Great Minds Shop Alike, RP for eleventh_doctor

It was a surly day in Cardiff, and a Friday to boot, the kind of day that Gwen generally spends hiding at her desk and then sprints home in hopes of not being stuck in poor weather. So she was already a bit annoyed when Rhys called, asking her to swing by Tescos and save him from an apparent lack of bread and lager, the two necessary items that made it possible to survive the looming weekend.

Trying to hide the fact she was almost seething, she bustles into the Tesco Express, thankful for the blast of warm air that greets her pink cheeks. The shop is near full, people wandering about in search of their own weekend necessities. Sighing, Gwen slips into the crowd, heading towards the beckoning alcohol isle with intent, trying to avoid toes and limbs swinging in her way.

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If the Doctor were privy to her thoughts, she would be shocked, shcoked at being considered ungraceful.

Alas, she's not, and therefore more distracted with grabbing as many bottles of vinegar as she can and rushing them over to the check-out counter.

And elbowing her way past the line. "Vinegar Council Representative, coming through, official business-"

And promptly dumps a bottle on the bag boy.

Who... doesn't explode.

Whoops?

"..........."

Gwen quickens her pace a little, watching the woman pick up a insane amount of vinegar bottles that would more likely cause a cooking emergency rather than divert one, and almost has to run to keep up with her as she elbows her way through the long line.

"Vinegar Council Representative" is utterly ridiculous enough to throw her off, but poor Gwen's red flags never did rise at quite the right time, and by the time she has elbowed her own way through the crowd, the poor baggage boy is standing in a puddle of vinegar, and the woman is staring at him with a dumbfounded look on her face.

Taking the lull of shock in the crowd to her advantage, Gwen leaps forward and grabs the woman by the arm, rather more roughly than intended, and pulls her away from the bag boy, whose shock is beginning to transform into anger.

"Oi!" Gwen shouts at the woman, barely registering that the woman could probably break Gwen like a toothpick, if she so desired. "What did you do that for?"

Unfortunately, that gives a certain other bag boy enough time and distraction to slip away. Yes, that would be the less human one. Someone needs to get her employees straight.

"Oh bloody hell," the Doctor says. Just what she needs. "I really haven't got time for this, I've got to-"

Beat.

"Gwen?"

Now, one really wouldn't call this type of day strange in Gwen's case, but it was certainly getting weird. Between the woman getting antsy and then her registering some sort of recognition, Gwen can't help but feel just a tad confused and irritated.

So she stares at the woman, trying to place her. "Do I know you?"

"-Mm, probably. Yes. I think. That depends rather on the date."

Beat.

"It is January 9, 2009, isn't it?"

"Um, yeah, that's right..."

Gwen stares at her blankly. Maybe time traveller? Or alien? Or nutter?

Or a bit of all three, if Gwen's experience means anything.

"Right, who are you, then?"

Beam, then!

"The Doctor."

"Pardon?"

Followed by scoffing.

"Did you say the Doctor?" Nutter then, definitely. "Sorry, I don't think so."

She snorts.

"Typical. Show you a pair of chaps who happen to be the same chap, and you assume that's all he can ever be."

...Or something.

Gwen sighs, irritably, though she can't deny the uncanny bit about the Doctor and his endless, senseless rambling. But still...

"What is the bloody hell are you on about?" she demands.

"Look, there's a rather disagreeable Slitheen getting away as we speak. D'you mind carrying this conversation in motion?"

The word "Sithleen" is enough to catch Gwen's attention; even if she's never bumped into one herself, she's come across it once or twice in the Torchwood databanks. And it's enough to make her forget about nutters and vinegar covered baggage boys.

"Why didn't you mention that in the first place?" she admonishes. "Where's he headed?" she adds as she braces to kick into a run.

...She likes this Gwen, she does.

"Right, then." And her hand clasps around Gwen's arm and that would be her taking off at a run in the direction she last saw the Slitheen.

BEST PART OF THESE THINGS EVER.

...Um. Right. Yes.

INORITE? Because don't we all dream of that defining moment when the Doctor grabs our hand and tells us to run?

But anyway.

Gwen's not quite as sure about the situation, and as she lets this woman (not registering her as the Doctor quite yet, because, well, you know) drag her along at near epic speed through the door and down the street, she can't help but continue her questioning.

"What exactly do you mean the Doctor?" she pants, her feet slapping the pavement as she does her best to keep up with the slightly leggier woman. "Is there more than one, then?"

"I mean the Doctor," she calls back. "The definite article, non-transferable and non-refundable!"

Even through the adrenaline rush of ducking through people in the street and chasing after potentially threatening aliens, Gwen can feel her annoyance beginning to peak again.

"No offense," she near shouts, "but the last time I met you, you were a bloke!" With really great hair, she wants to add, but some things just don't change. "Care to explain?"

"Not really. Isn't this in your Torchwood files already?"

She'd be really sad if it wasn't. ._. Lose all respect for Torchwood, even, possibly. At least, some of it.

No doubt it is, or at least available in easily hacked UNIT files, but seeing as Gwen's an inherent lazy thing there's no doubt she hasn't bothered to look. Besides, it so much more fun giving eyes at Jack and begging for information he'll never give than actually doing research. And did I mention she's lazy?

"Fine," Gwen snaps. "In that case, care to explain what exactly you're doing running around Cardiff chasing after Slitheen without at least a bit of a heads up to Torchwood?"

"I should think that's obvious," she says, cheerfully. "I'm chasing after Slitheen without at least a bit of a head's up to Torchwood. Or, at least, that was the plan. I'm still technically Torchwood enemy number something-or-other, unless you've changed that, and while I do rather like your particular branch, there are principles."

Beat. She pulls them into a dead stop in the parking lot, eyes it suspiciously, licks a finger and holds it up into the air for no particular reason, then picks a direction at random and runs that way.

"Besides! It's much more fun this way!"

:D, Gwen?

Gwen skids clumsily to a stop and watches the Doctor, on her heels again as soon as the other woman starts off. She wonders if she has a special alien sensing finger, or is just taking the piss. Either way, Gwen has to fight a grin.

"That depends," she says in response. "on if you mean 'much more fun because Jack isn't here.' In which case I would tend to agree!"

It's kind of fun for Gwen, you see, having the Doctor all to herself?

Her head whipped around. "I think I just saw something that way," she points down a typical, gloomy, foreboding alleyway.

CLEARLY the thing to do is go tearing off down it without doublechecking or anything.

Unfortunately, the Slitheen is running down a perfectly sunny and lit boulevard right now, so.

._.

"I saw that going better in my head," she says, coming to a stop in front of a dead end.

Clearly, because that is the way Torchwood does things! The Doctor really should know better.

Of course, they spend a lot of the time staring at dead ends, too.

Gwen rolls her eyes, and takes the moment to catch her breath. "Well, where in bloody hell did he go?"

"Probably," she says, just a little bit grumpily, "in the opposite direction."

Gwen huffed. "Well, don't ya have something to trace him? Like... a Siltheen tracer thing?"

"Slitheen tracer thing? Hardly. Though-"

Thoughtful tapping of finger to lips. "Maybe-"

She takes off without warning back out of the alley. KEEP UP GWEN!

Gwen gawps for a moment before kicking it in gear and following the Doctor.

She thinks this Doctor person definitely has a, well, different way of handling things. But, you know, pretty fun.

"Where are we goin'?" she asks, doing her best to keep up.

Life with the TARDIS! Lots of running. Seriously, a lot of running.

"To the TARDIS!"

As if there was NO OTHER PLACE they could be going. Obviously.

And OH LOOK. THE TARDIS IS PARKED IN THE PARKING LOT. Don't ask.

Gwen jogs behind the Doctor, trying to not be caught off guard by the blue box sitting amongst mini Coopers and the odd Range Rover.

Of course, when she thinks about the TARDIS she usually imagines a ship, and not a little blue box. Gwen probably should spend less time watching YouTube videos at work and more time doing research on aliens, really.

She pauses outside of it. "Well, at least you didn't park illegally," she says.

Blink.

"-There's illegal parking?"

This possibly explains a lot about Bessie. At any rate, the Doctor shakes it off as unimportant and opens the door, stepping in and leaving it open for Gwen.

Go on.

Say it.

We dare you.

Gwen prepared to respond with a quip about parking tickets, as she tries to avoid commenting on the rather rugged looking TARDIS in front of her. She doesn't think the Doctor would appreciate her remarking about it so early in the game, so she keeps her mouth shut and slips past into the door, wondering how an advanced alien race manages to travel in such a tiny--

Ok, that would be how.

And, well, since you asked so nicely.

"It's... bigger on the inside," Gwen remarked dumbly, standing in the carnivorous interior of the TARDIS.

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