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were_lemurDoctor Who, Ace McShane, all ages, not mine. How Ace got her TARDIS.
"My Lady Ace."
She smiles at the technician to cover the fact that she still has trouble thinking of herself as a Time Lady. She's here on official business to inspect the TARDIS berthing bays.
She's nearly finished when she sees a flicker out of the corner of her eye, as one of the TARDISes engages its chameleon circuit. For just a moment, it looks like a battered caravanette. Ace feels it -- her -- like a wink in her mind.
She sets her pad down and slips inside. She's barely closed the door behind her when the engines rumble to life.
"My Lady Ace."
She smiles at the technician to cover the fact that she still has trouble thinking of herself as a Time Lady. She's here on official business to inspect the TARDIS berthing bays.
She's nearly finished when she sees a flicker out of the corner of her eye, as one of the TARDISes engages its chameleon circuit. For just a moment, it looks like a battered caravanette. Ace feels it -- her -- like a wink in her mind.
She sets her pad down and slips inside. She's barely closed the door behind her when the engines rumble to life.
