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When you have a good heart:
You help too much.
You trust too much.
You give too much.
You love too much.
And it always seems you hurt the most.
My muse and your muse switch bodies! Twist is, they can now access each other’s memories.
How it happened, she wasn’t sure, but she did know that she woke up as the very same man she was traveling with. From the moment she looked in the mirror, she became terrified. It wasn’t her body, she didn’t want to live as him, as bad as that sounded. She had his memories, she could see everything he went through, and that meant he had her memories. He’d know about her father, about her childhood, and she couldn’t let that happened. “Doctor!” Romana shouted, running through the TARDIS, trying to find him. “Whatever you do, don’t remember!”
"You’re so awkward," she commented, watching how he reacted with her body. It was understandable, she felt the same way, but it was amusing to watch. It was as if he didn’t know what he was dealing with, though that certainly couldn’t have been quite right. "Just stop thinking about being inside of my body, that’s what I’m doing." And it wasn’t quite working, but she managed.
"Fine," she nodded her head. Honestly, she didn’t want to know everything he did. It was too much work. "Just let me know why you chose this scarf first." She muttered, throwing the other end over her shoulder, letting it fall behind her.
At his request, she sat down, crossing one leg over the other.
He shrugged, still testing out his current body, how it was different, how it moved, felt.
"I’m trying, really, I am" he commented. "But it is rather easier said than done to stop thinking about it".
He leaned over her, now having to lean less than he would have, ordinarily, and took the scarf, gingerly, off her shoulders, and placed it around his own neck. Looking back at her, it seemed odd to see himself without the scarf, but then, it was no less odd looking at her only to see himself staring back at him.
He watched her sit, in a way he found odd to see himself sit, then he sat next to her, trying to think of what could have caused this. He could change them back, if he knew the cause, he thought. Most likely, anyways.
On the counter and through a few drawers he rumaged, while sitting, gathering a few things.
"I need to find the cause. To do that, I will have to do a few experiments. See if something seems different, or amiss" he started, pulling out a small needle. First, a blood sample, he thought handing her one, and drawing out a bit of his own.
What had she meant, by don’t think, don’t remember, he wondered?
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