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Exile 07: Reward

RewardWolf scowled as she walked at the Doctor's side through the busy marketplace. "You're loving this, aren't you?" It had only meant to be a quick trip in search of supplies and looked to be turning into a royal command performance.

The more Wolf sulked, the wider the Doctor's grin grew. "The chance to dress up and have dinner with the Duke? What's not to like?"

"Don't know why you're excited, it's not like you bothered dressing up."

"Changed my jumper, didn't I?" Wolf glared at his stock wardrobe solution. "At least I managed shoes and avoided a bondage suit." The Doctor had vetoed her plan to wear a great kilt, mostly because of the battleaxe she insisted was an integral part of the garment, but was stuck with her backup plan of dressing as his bodyguard in weapon-studded leather. She still refused to wear footwear, but at least she'd chosen more discrete weapons as accessories.

Several passers-by waved and called out greetings to them. Wolf nodded in response and smiled tightly. She was not enjoying the attention. "Can't we just go back to the stall where the nice man was selling shiny things?" Wolf sighed; she could almost feel the protective oil coating his wares as she ran her fingers over them. All those billets of raw matériel, metals she had never before encountered, were calling to her.

The Doctor nudged her. "Be it on your own head for saving the Duke's son from a crushed skull."

Wolf snorted in disgust. It had been a reflex action of self-preservation. A heavy awning had fallen and she'd caught it before it hit her head, She hadn't even realised the child had been in danger until after the fact. "If I knew it would cause this much fuss, I would have let the little bastard die."

A quick look at her face told the Doctor that she wasn't joking. It seemed that social gatherings in the company of the community's elite were not something she was comfortable in attending. He stopped her, placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "We don't have to do this. I can make our apologies and we can leave, if you'd prefer."

Taking a deep breath, Wolf considered the Doctor's offer carefully. "I'll tough it out. I gave you my word, even if it was under duress." She grinned at him cheekily and nodded towards the château's entrance gates. "Time to enter the dragon's den."

"Best behaviour?" The Doctor squeezed her shoulder.

"I'll do my best."

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15minuteficletsword #121: glisten
pheralchallenge: whumping
Part of the Exile!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse
Tags: doctor who, exile, fan fiction, fiction, ninth doctor, wolf
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