Who: The Doctors. What: One Doctor goes to check on the other. Where: A TARDIS. When: Thursday, November 16. Evening. Warnings: TBD.
Ten knew what the other Doctor was doing. He knew what she was doing quite well. It was something he had done in the past, and frequently. She may be a future regeneration, but they were still similar enough for him to understand how she processed things like loss. They weren't that different. They compartmentalized and didn't talk to anyone about how they were feeling or the fact that they were experiencing things like emotions.
He had let her do her thing for a bit, he had left her alone for a while. But enough was enough. She could avoid everyone else, but not him. He knew her too well for that.
So he let himself into his TARDIS, and promptly found the blonde fixing something that likely didn't need fixing. "...why do I have the feeling that wasn't broken until you got your hands on it?" he asked. He settled down on the ground, an indication that he was going nowhere. At least, not until she talked to him. It was really hard to get rid of him once he put his mind to something.