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[Jeeves closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before switching his communicator on to reply. He had been wondering where his shirt had disappeared to. It is a white button-down that had been pressed and folded.]

It is mine, madam. Might I inquire where you located it?

Edited 2014-05-03 04:45 (UTC)

[She motions towards the pillow behind her on the bed.]

There.

[It's a powerful temptation to roll his eyes, but Jeeves has had many years and many irritating people to practice patience with.]

Did you, perhaps, witness its arrival?

[She absent mindedly folds the shirt and sets it aside.]

No, it was here when I got back from wandering around.

Was your door left unlocked? Agent Washington's Spirit has been engaging in larceny for some time now. My apologies that you seem to have suffered from its wiles. [He's mostly sorry that he's suffering from this, but the woman deserves consideration first for the inconvenience.] I would be happy to come collect the shirt.

No... But the window was open, so she may have come through there. [She glances over at said still open window for a second.] Sorry for the trouble.

The only one who should apologize, madam, is Agent Washington's cat. [And Wash himself, but that should be a given. If he can't properly train his animals not to engage in anomalous activities, then he should take responsibility for the activities, themselves.]

You are certainly not at fault. I shall be over presently.

[And with that, Jeeves is off to Donna's door. He knocks politely when he reaches it.]

Acquiring strange men's clothing now, Donna? [Someone looks amused.]

Edited 2014-05-03 08:33 (UTC)

I would think 'strange' better fits a man of your description, Doctor.

[Jeeves can take teasing in good spirit. Sometimes.]

Maybe she already has pieces of my clothing.

[A beat, and then he realizes how wrong that sounds and he just looks a bit mortified. He's not quite sure how to recover from that.]

[Well, then. Jeeves isn't going to stop the man hanging himself, as it appears he's intent to do.]

Does she indeed, sir? I was unaware you and Ms. Noble engaged in such clothing sharing opportunities.

[He'll feed him a bit more rope, though.]

Edited 2014-05-04 02:26 (UTC)

Well she does like her hat boxes.

If you'll pardon my suggesting it, Doctor, I think a gentleman's hat would suit you far more than a lady's. I can make several suggestions for a complement if you find yourself in need and turning to Ms. Noble's wardrobe for such accessories.

Donna'd make anything look good though. [Look who's trying to dig himself out of a hole.] If I had a gentleman's hat, she'd pull it off, stunning.

Doubtlessly, Ms. Noble would carry a gentleman's hat with great aplomb. [Look who's wise enough not to disagree with that, whatever he might be thinking.] It is most magnanimous of you to say, of course. I wonder, sir, have you finished replacing the portion of her wardrobe that your Hebby Repp incinerated some time ago? I merely wonder if this might be the general cause for any clothing sharing you might be engaging in at present.

Edited 2014-05-04 02:55 (UTC)

[Wow. Talk about an instantaneous way to flip the Doctor's mood from mortified to something close to anger. Really, Jeeves? Really? Maybe he's just having a bad day, but he's not really finding the humor in this.]

I've done what I can, thank you. Must it be shared again? I'm trying. None of this is easy -- [Oops kind of going off topic now thaaat should stop. He's just going to shut his trap, though he's looking like even that's hard.]

[Jeeves' brows rise a fraction of an eighth of an inch at the sudden shift. The Doctor's dug himself a fine grave to lie in once Donna replies, and Jeeves feels sufficiently less embarrassed about his own situation in regards to the missing clothing. Time to soothe the beast. He switches to a private communication.]

My sincere apologies, Doctor. It was not my intent to vex you, only jest. If you do require assistance in making full reparations for Ms. Noble's clothes, please allow me to assist as I may. I understand that this place is most trying for all of us. Particularly those unaccustomed to magic and sapient animals.

[He's steaming off significantly now from the apology, thankfully. He still appears rather ruffled, but not really at Jeeves, and he hasn't switched to Voice or Text, so that's something.]

Sapient animals I can handle... Magic is new. [He holds his head.] Just... being human. Crazy nonsense. A lot unusual. And I can't... explain it to Donna, because it's her future.

Humans are a most adaptable and admirable species, if frustrating at times. [He glances to the side briefly as he gathers his thoughts on the matter. This is a more complex conversation than he had been expecting.]

I'm sorry to hear you find yourself in a position of having to conceal important matters from Ms. Noble. Is it something to do with the gentleman who arrived recently who also calls himself the Doctor?

[Well that's how they are, right? Regular conversation shifting into philosophical discussions. Seems a bit normal, and kind of a relief, actually, despite the topic. He's fully cooled off.]

No, not exactly. I suppose it has to do with a future version of that Doctor, but... Let's just say Donna had a hand in... [He fights over the right word and makes a bit of an irked face at what he comes up with.] My conception. And it... it didn't go well for her, in the end. She lived, but... she wasn't the same.

[It certainly helps to take Jeeves' mind away from the marginally less-consequential and certainly less-weighty matter of his missing shirt.]

And you believe knowledge of this event would influence Ms. Noble's actions when she wakens such that it might prevent your creation and result in a paradox? [That would be Jeeves' immediate concern were he in the Doctor's position.] Is she aware that you are not whatever version of the Doctor is in her past and present? I imagine such a revelation might also cause some consternation on the lady's part.

It's a bit more complicated than that. To change the events of someone's future is one thing, but this is... bigger than that. It's something that's unchangeable, woven through time far back before anything that she even could undo it at this point. It's... [He makes a frustrated sound and looks away. He doesn't want to say "fixed," but...] Even if I wanted to change it, for her sake, it can't be. The whole of reality could suffer as consequence. [Fixed point interference or not, Davros' reality bomb should not be forgotten.

He pauses and sighs.] She knows I'm not him, but she doesn't know the extent of it.

[Jeeves is silent for a moment as he digests this.]

For a single person to have such paramount importance in your universe... Ms. Noble must be a most extraordinary woman. [Far more so than his limited interactions with her and what he's observed would suggest. From what he's gathered she is simply a woman of common means, quick temper, and sensible tastes - if masculine ones for her choice to wear trousers more often than not. There is little about her to suggest she is anything other than ordinary apart from her association with the Doctor.]

It is a most challenging situation, though, and you have my sympathies, Doctor. Do you know for certain that telling Ms. Noble of the circumstances surrounding these events would cause her to want to change them? Or is it simply they are unpalatable for discussion? [He'd certainly want to know what he was walking into if in her situation.]

[Despite his solemn and hesitant nature in this conversation, there it one thing that he can say with complete and utter certainty.]

She is remarkable.

[He chokes up a little at the next question, but works through it and manages a calmer expression even though he feels anything but.]

Even... even if she doesn't mean to change it... the littlest thing can send things spiraling down a different direction.

[And there's something else that he's very obviously holding back from saying here.]

[Jeeves makes a mental note to compliment Donna if he ever wants to divert the Doctor's attention away from something else.]

I see. I fear the concept of paradox and time-travel somewhat limit my ability to offer a solution, Doctor. Has Ms. Noble inquired into the nature of your creation? If she takes no interest, it may be easier, even if the knowledge is a burden you carry.

[He grins wryly.]

It's generally outside of most peoples' knowledge. I wouldn't fret.

She hasn't really... yet. I fear it'll come up one day though. I think it might make things... messy. [Refusing to answer Donna never goes well, after all.

He sighs.]

Listen to me. [He laughs, a bit bitter. There he goes, distancing himself from people.] You shouldn't have to hear this.

[Jeeves' smile is dry in return.] A burden shared is a burden halved, is it not, Doctor? [He sobers quickly.] It is a most complex issue, and not one men find themselves facing in many circumstances. I am happy to lend an ear, if nothing else. I can assure you, I enjoy listening when the words are spoken with intelligence and care.

Should Ms. Noble express a less-than-favorable opinion regarding the situation when she does become aware, it would be of benefit, I suspect, to have someone already apprised of the situation.

You sound like Luna. [Which may be a strange mix of a compliment and an insult.

He thinks maybe he could open up to Jeeves, but...] Another time, how about? [Which probably means "never," but who knows. This place and its dreams... they do weird things to his head.]

[Jeeves' demeanor shifts from warm to something well below zero in an instant. He straightens his already-stiff posture and speaks in a tone that can only be described as 'soupy.' He is nothing like a thoroughly impossible, prying, prancing, magical pony.]

My apologies, sir. Another time.

[Oh come on Luna isn't that bad...

...all the time...

... ...well he wanted to distance himself... He sure got his wish.

He swallows.]

You... Stay safe, Jeeves.

You, as well, Doctor. Good day.

[Jeeves ends the message and goes to clean something very thoroughly while counting the myriad ways in which he differs from the Princess of the Night.]

No, it's not mine. Unless you meant the other Doctor, in which case I suppose it might be after all.

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