Chapter Twenty-Six: Two Thousand Going On Six

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"Tell me!"

"Absolutely not."

"Tell me!"

"Nope."

"Tell me, tell me, tell me."

"I'm not going to tell you."

"... I'll make one of those huge sandwiches they have in Scooby Doo."

McKenzie sighed, looking up from the blueprints she was sketching on a tablet to see the Doctor giving her his best pleading expression. "I don't want one," she told him. He raised his eyebrows, and she tilted her head in concession. "Okay, I do, but not bad enough to tell you."

"Why not?" he whined. "Why can't you tell me what you saw out there?"

"Because..." She sighed. "Because I can't, and it doesn't even matter anyway, so stop worrying, alright?"

"Alright." He was quiet for a few minutes, but then, "How about two huge sandwiches?"

She rolled her eyes, sighing in exasperation. "I'm not going to get any work done unless I tell you, am I?"

"It's not likely," the Doctor admitted, coming over to sit next to her on the floor. "What are you working on anyway?"

"It's a prosthetic arm for my armour," she said, showing him the design. "Just an idea I had." She hesitated, thinking back to the young boy she'd met in the barn, the one who'd grow up to be a rebel, a survivor, a hero... Who'd save people and planets and galaxies... Who'd stand by her side at the altar, on the battlefield, at her deathbed. The Doctor, before he knew what being the Doctor meant. "I saw... time. The inexplicable, cyclical nature of time."

"Is that it?" the Doctor pouted.

McKenzie scoffed. "Isn't that enough?"

"No, I just... I thought it was more than that. You looked so shocked, I thought something must have really scared you." He nudged her gently. "You sure you're okay?"

"I was worried about you, silly," she retorted, laughing. "I leave you alone for five minutes and you knock yourself out and nearly get sucked out of an airlock. That's it, I promise."

The Doctor held her gaze for a moment, then nodded, satisfied. "Well, so long as it wasn't anything important."

"Hey!" she protested, throwing a cushion at his retreating back. His laughter echoed off the walls, and she shook her head, watching him go. "I'm so glad I married you," she sighed.

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