Dress Sense

by Kathryn A

Words:	200
Summary:	another Cally & The Doctor vigniette

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"Where are we?" Cally asked as the sounds of rematerialization faded away.

"17th-Century Florence."

"Primitive Earth," Cally said. "Again."

"I like the Earth!" the Doctor protested.

"Or the TARDIS does," she said with a small smile.

The Doctor glanced at her grey and black tunic and trousers. "You're going to go out there dressed in that?" he scoffed.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It doesn't fit the time-period. You'd be lynched. Or put in the stocks."

"I would? I had best be prepared, then."

Ten minutes later, she stepped through the interior door almost entirely covered with a 23rd-century stealth suit. She looked like a ghost with a solid head. The Doctor's hearts clenched, thinking of how close she'd come to becoming a ghost the day they'd met. What a loss that would have been.

"No," he snapped. She remained unruffled, and he gave her a lopsided grin. "We don't want to frighten the natives," he said. "Yet."

Cally shrugged and left. She returned wearing black jeans, dark grey shirt, and a leather jacket. The Doctor realized that trying to get her to wear a dress was a lost cause.

"Well, don't blame me if they take you for a Castrati."