man-with-the-bluebox:

morethanabox:

thecoffeemaster:

Ianto smiled a little at the Doctor’s flustered attempts to placate Idris. He glanced at the Brig, watching him. He knew how it felt to be placed in a world that was the same as his own but at the same time vastly different. Ianto spared a quick look out the window. It was a bright sunshiny day.

All of his inner alarms were going off and he couldn’t place why. 

All of the attempts had clearly worked. She really wasn’t used to being human yet, the emotions were intense. Idris just smiled before digging around in the pockets on her dress. She pulled out what looked like more money than Idris should have had. She hugged the Doctor. “I’m sorry for being moody…being human is strange. As for the meal, I can pay.” Idris smiled wide, setting the money on the table. how she had come across all the money…well…she had gotten most of it back from when she first met Irene and Ianto. She hadn’t used the money yet, well she hadn’t used all the money yet. “Also it’s fine, I understood what you meant, I just let human emotions get the better of me…it’s been happening a lot.” Idris looked back at her menu. She had no idea of what to get. She peeked over at the Doctors menu, wondering if they had the same one. She looked back at her own. Maybe just something simple? Like…Chips?

The Doctor gave a sigh of relief. He leaned against her. “You don’t really have to pay. I mean after this I was going to take Alistair over to the UNIT base and talk them into giving him a proper job. ” The Doctor said, picking up his menu again. The Doctor straightened up again, trying not to fidget like a child. He straightened his already straight bow tie. “You have no problem with that, right? By the looks of it you’re somewhat short on money. A job should help out for the moment. Until I sort this mess out.” The last sentence was muttered as the Doctor absently stirred his straw through his glass of water. “So? What is everyone ordering?” He asked, peeking over the menu at the others.  

Tilting his head, the Brigadier considered that. It would be quite the shock, he supposed, to see how much UNIT had changed since— well, since he’d been…gone. No one he knew would be there, anymore, and a small pang of sadness hit as he realized just how much he’d truly lost. Steeling himself against it to consider it later, Alistair smiled at the Doctor. “It seems the best course of action.” He replied, carefully, choosing his words to present the proper face. Glad for the change of subject, he shrugged. “What’s recommended?”  Alistair peered at the menu he’d barely glanced at. Frankly, food seemed to have changed a bit too, and he wasn’t sure he approved.