( continues...) a few moments ago faded into sweet melancholy.

"A box that's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside," she whispered as she stepped through the door, and he couldn't tell if she was about to start laughing or crying. "Maybe it was real, maybe I can get back..."

The Doctor felt a chill as he wondered if he'd just encountered someone he hadn't met yet.

When he went to bandage her arm, she extended it as if holding out her hand for a kiss. "You were magnificent out there, you know," he told her.

"I don't care for battle," she said quietly. "I never did, really, although I've fought in my fair share of the things. It's a gruesome business, and I'd honestly rather have nothing to do with it."

"But--"

She shook her head, and then turned to look out through the door as if what was out there was far more fascinating than the interior of the TARDIS.

He couldn't help feeling a little offended.

"It was having the chance to fight for what was good and what was right." She held her chin high, but her voice was shaky. "I don't know what those things were, but they were not good and they had no place in this world."

"No. They didn't."

She closed her eyes. "That, I missed. Fighting against what was wrong and evil. I walked away from it all, eyes wide open, and once I started missing it, it was too late. I thought I would never get it back."

"Maybe you can, now. The TARDIS can take you anywhere you want, you know." He'd made a similar offer to another girl, another unlikely but brilliant fighter. And now he extended the offer he probably should have made then. "Anywhen, too."

She laughed. "Anywhen? That's a tempting offer," she said, and he could see in her smile that there were things she would see undone, and people she would give anything to have back. But once again she looked back into the museum and up at the banner over the stairs. "No, marvellous as it is, I don't think your machine can take me where I want to go. But I think I may be able to find my way there on my own, now."

"Are you sure?" he asked even as he thought back to that other girl--Rose--who he thought he should tell about some of the TARDIS's other capacities. "You'd make an excellent travelling companion, Miss..." His voice lifted slightly, making the last part a question.

"Pevensie. Susan Pevensie. And thank you, but no." She inclined her head in farewell, and stepped back out into the museum.

He didn't ask her again. He simply nodded in acknowledgment, and closed the door of the TARDIS.

It may have been a brief encounter, but he knew he would never forget her. He also knew that whenever he thought of her, he would picture her standing under a banner emblazoned with a heraldic lion that was the exact same red as her gown.

Anne, I have ugly memories of Oklahoma and not quite as ugly memories of forced attendance at high school football and other sports games. Being that it's been a while since I was in either position, It ought not be a problem, and yet I am quite turned off by the whole thing, so I don't think I'll catch it. I'm glad you're enthusiastic about it, though. Based on the responses of my FL, it sounds like it's a great show.

eta: and now I've gone back and read your Doctor Who and I like that, too. I'm glad you're posting these here.

forced attendance at high school football and other sports games.

Oh, yuck. Yes, I can see how that would be off-putting.

Loving the Who-Narnia, Anne.

Oh, that's where I've seen Pevensie. I knew I recognized the name.

I seem to have lost the ability to write at home. It's very upsetting. Still, I can write terrificly at work and in other places, but I'd like to be able to write at home.

Post-S7, Pre S8.

Buffy leaned through the door, following the sound of giggling. Leah and Dawn were sitting at a computer, reading something that apparently made them burst out snickering every few seconds.

"Hey."

"Hey, slugabed." Dawn didn't bother turning aroud. Leah gave her a quick smile, then peered at the screen again.

"'Slugabed'? You made that up just now, didn't you."

A pause with lots of silence in it. Buffy sighed and leaned against the castle wall. "So what's so funny?"

"Old predictions for book six. Willow finally got fed up and made the wireless work by magic."

"Book six of....?"

"Seven."

Buffy took a deep breath, but Leah jumped in. "It's a site with old predictions for the Harry Potter book that came out last year. Stuff like," she read off the screen, "The new DADA professor will be an injured Auror. Draco will ask for Harry's help to rescue his father-"

"None of which actually happened." Dawn broke in. "Which you'd know if you actually read the books."

"I spent seven years reading big thick books full of magic on the job! Why-"

Dawn made a strange noise.

Buffy glanced over at her sister, who was staring at the screen with a look of bug-eyed shock. "Dawn?"

Leah gave the younger girl a puzzled look, then peered at the screen and started reading. "Partway through the book, Harry discovers that Hermione has been dating....Luna?" She blinked, then kept reading. "At the end of the book, Luna is killed in a Death Eater attack, causing Hermione to go on a homicidal rampage, culminating in her trying to destroy the world with the Immanent Eschaton spell. Ron talks her down, while Harry and Ginny fight a dragon." She looked at Dawn, confused. "Well, that didn't happen."

Buffy was feeling kind of bug-eyed herself. "A dragon?"

Dawn looked over with her eyebrows raised and nodded. "A dragon."

"I swear I saw a dragon...." Willow singsonged as she came through the door. "Hey Dawnie. How's the connection?" There was another pause while Buffy and Dawn stared at her. "What?"

Caribou Coffee Bars:

Anne?

FNL/Angel? Woo!

Who/Narnia? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

That is all.

Sorry, chris, it appears to have been a vewy vewy quiet Saturday night on the board -- circa 4 AM at EST is obviously dead, but midnight on Sat most of the Left coasters are either out partying or asleep.

But I chuckled, for the record!

Thanks for the woo!, chris!

I love your Jossverse take on the Harry Potter predictions. Very sly, very funny.

I got a good giggle out of it, too, chris. For as short a piece as it it, you got Buffy and Dawn down pat.