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Caitlin Burns (quien_es) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2011-02-03 00:21:00

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caitlin burns, kai polivander

Who: Lin Burns/the Doctor and young!Kai Polviander.
When: February 3, 1996.
Where: Kai's childhood home.
What: Lin overshoots his mark by, oh. Fifteen years. The result: the Doctor meets little Kai for the first time (from Kai's perspective). From Lin's, things start to make more sense.
Rating: G. It's an 8 year old and the Doctor.

It had been a strange night for Lin Burns. First, he'd managed to get talked into some sort of 'apology kiss.' He still wasn't sure how that had happened. Why would Kai ever want to kiss him, anyway? And then afterwards, he'd been off to explore Cardiff.

Granted, most of Lin's nights were odd ones. As far as nights go, it hadn't been so bad; he'd met some brilliant new people and he certainly hadn't been bored, but he'd gone to sleep confused. When he woke up? Still confused. There was only one thing for it, really. He was going to have to take the TARDIS over to Kai's to ask the other time-traveller some questions.

Unfortunately, the Doctor occasionally had problems with precision and punctuality. As the narrow blue shape of the TARDIS materialized, it wasn't the bustle of 2011 that met the fellow who stepped out the door. The mistake in time wasn't what caught Lin's attention, though - it was the fact that he was, rather inexplicably, in Kent. Huh. Had he meant to go to Kent? (Err, Doctor? he asked inwardly. Did you mean to land us here? Perhaps we ought--)

But it was too late. Lin heard a sound behind him. They'd been spotted, which meant he couldn't just dash inside the TARDIS and go.

Well. He could, but it wouldn't have been very polite. And, while the Doctor didn't always care about 'polite,' Lin usually did. "Ah," he said. "Hello. Strange bloke in your garden, I know, I'm sorry." He slowly turned on his heel, hands up so that the garden's owner could see them. It never hurt to be careful, right?

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littlebluebook
2011-02-03 07:36 pm UTC (link)

An eight-year old Kai sighed as he put down the book in his hands, resting his head against the stone wall of the house. He'd managed to escape Aunt Mildred's awful piano lesson for now by insisting that he needed some fresh air, but she'd probably drag him back inside soon enough. Honestly, why couldn't his family just realize that he liked himself the way he was? He didn't need piano lessons to make him a "more polite child." How was piano supposed to help anyways? It was completely illogical.

That's when he heard a strange noise out in the back of the garden. Vrrrrrwwwww, vrrrwwwwww, vrrrrwwwww. He'd never heard anything like it before in his life. Curious and completely ignoring any thought of 'it might be dangerous,' he snatched his book right back up and scampered around to the farthest corner of the property. What he saw was probably the strangest thing that had yet happened to Kai- there was a man just standing there, next to a slender blue Police Box that Kai knew had certainly not been there twenty minutes ago when he'd left the house and glanced at this section of the garden.

Now, Kai had always been told not to talk to strangers. But this one was such a strange stranger. After all, what kind of man stood around in other people's back lawns next to Police Boxes? It was certainly one of the most interesting things Kai had ever seen, and he was hardly one to pass up something interesting.

He just furrowed his brows for a moment when the man turned around, giving him a careful once over. Well, he certainly didn't look like a kidnapper. He was pretty sure they tended to look shady or were supposed to offer him candy right off the bat to lure him into a dingy looking car. Satisfied with his conclusion, Kai decided that it was okay to talk to him. "How did you get that Police Box back here?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Not 'What are you doing in my garden,' or 'Who are you,' or 'WHY is there a Police Box in the garden.' Just 'how.' "I'm not displeased, though. It's squashing all of Aunt Mildred's turnips. I hate her turnip soup- it's disgusting."

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quien_es
2011-02-03 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Oh, brilliant. It was a child's voice. The Doctor loved children. He was remarkably dangerous around them and Lin knew he'd have to watch his reincarnate like a hawk, but things were looking up. "What," the stranger said as he turned, "you're going to skip the boring questions and go straight to 'how?' I like you already. Well, good sir, this police box is no ordinary..."

And then Lin got his first good look at his turnip-hating host. He blinked. Several times.

"My word, look at you. You're tiny and ad---aaaaaaah." AHHHH. It was a miniature Kai. Not everyone looked like their baby photographs - if they had, there'd have been no point to the 'guess the adult from the photo' games played at reunions and baby showers - but some people? Some people were themselves scaled down (or up, if you were moving the proper way through time). Apparently Kai Polivander was one of those people.

Oh, hell.

Burns. I'll handle this. The Doctor said. He didn't have to add that Lin would only botch things up. He didn't have to - they both knew.

"It's a time machine." The Doctor waved an arm at the TARDIS in a gesture of misdirection that would've been at home in any stage magician's show. Look! Look at the blue box. The waving said. Don't focus on my verbal stumbling and obvious surprise. "It flies. I'd apologize about the turnips, but they are disgusting vegetables and if you're not upset, I'm certainly not."