(Double drabble) TTR: Special Pleading by V Jewitt "Look, why don't you just tell me what it is I've done and I'll see if I can sort it out?" Izzy side-stepped the Tenth Doctor as he blocked her way to the bar. "I don't have a problem with you. I don't do the casting." "No?" he returned, folding his arms. "Dr Watson to *his* Holmes, a Taran Wood beast and a spoilt prince - all in the space of a couple days - and you're telling me you *don't* have it in for me? Well, thanks." "It doesn't work like that, unfortunately, or I'd have a story in which the Master, the Rani, and anyone else who abuses storytime have to play flower fairies for a few evenings." "Frightening thought," said Ten. "But, still, Izzy..." She shrugged. "You'll have to talk to the Book. Or the Master." "Or," said Ten innocently, "*I* could tell a story..." Izzy screamed out, flung her drink over him and stormed out. He stared after. "What? What did I say? Izzy?" He turned back to Adric at the bar, shaking his head. "I mean, she lets the Master read stories, so why not me? At least I'm not *evil*... See, she just doesn't like me!"