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"And what do you want, miss?"

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"I know how you feel. Try being stuck in one your whole life."

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“The wheelchair sort of puts a downer on the whole adventures thing.”

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"Wait...I don't think I was supposed to say that," he said, gulping. "Never mind, Dad. You don't' need to know, anyway. Well, now you know how I feel. Secrets are good, right?" he asked, a bright grin on his face.

“I’m positive. Wait…she’s done something without me knowing? What is it? Come on. Tell me.” He gave the boy a smile and a nod. “Secrets are fantastic. And I definitely don’t mind keeping this one.”

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"Are you sure? I mean, she is kind of sneaky. She's like a fox. It wouldn't be the first time she had done something without you knowing. Secrets are good. I like secrets."

“No no…she didn’t find them I’d know if she did. And I didn’t tell her. What kind of dad do you take me for, eh? Don’t worry. This one will be our secret.”

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"That's a brilliant idea! Where do I sign?"

Mels and I are starting a petition..

“—to make homework illegal in Britain. We think if we can at least 600 signatures the prime minster will hear us out.”

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"Wait...she's found my hiding places? Did you tell her where they were?"

“Nope. And you should. Particularly if you don’t want your mum to find what you’re hiding.”

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"Oh, I wasn't? Well, I'll have to work on my hiding places."

“Hey there kiddo. You weren’t that difficult to find, to be honest.”

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"You know, that's what Google is for. Right?"

“…You know, despite all my knowledge, I still don’t know who invented straws.”

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Well, what does not horrible mean? You don’t act like you like him too much. Yeah. But basically every adult is nice to me because I’m in this chair. Well, that could always help. I hate waiting, though. I’ve never been too patient. 

He’s not horrible. Did he now? Well that makes him a bit better, that he’s nice to you. Although it’s might be because you’re not blond, that helps. Ever heard of the saying ‘good things come to those who wait?’ Well it might not be a virtue, but it’s a good lesson.  

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Jameson shifted a bit in his chair, seeing that he had made the man frustrated. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry,” he said, feeling the need to apologize. He was just saying what he thought, and his mum had always told him to be honest. “How does it not hold me back? I can’t walk, and I never will be able to. What can I do with two useless legs?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “I know you were. I…I would really like a fancy wheelchair. If you want to make me one. If not, that’s okay too,” he said with a shrug. Something seemed off about his new friend now, and he couldn’t figure out what it was. “Ash, huh? Where’d she go? And why don’t you go visit Mum if you’re just waiting around? If you’re an alien, you shouldn’t be afraid of some human, you know,” he said, still curious. 

Exhaling slowly out his mouth, the scientist ran a hand through his hair. Kids. Davros had never really been good with emotions. Or kids, really. Or humans. “I think you’re missing the point. Just because you’re stuck in some chair, doesn’t mean you’ve got no future. The wheelchair isn’t holding you back, it’s your attitude. If you don’t want ” Davros was starting to see a pattern in humanity. They clung to their insecurities. Perhaps, one day, this boy would break the mould humanity has set for him. However, he was clearly his mother’s son. Or, maybe, this was something that humanity just did. “M’not mad, you know. I don’t want to control your mind, either.. I was just trying to help.” He kept his voice calm and emotionless as he spoke, not wanting to let something slip. It seemed, that no matter how hard he tried, Davros would always be labelled as some sort of villainous being. Giving up, he hoped that answering the boy’s question would get him to be just a bit more quiet. “.. Ash. Her name’s Ash. She left on a trip about a month ago, and I promised her I wouldn’t leave until she got back. Happy now?”

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"This place really is amazing! What else have you got hiding in here?" Jameson asked, looking around at the garage in awe. Turning around to face her, he shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, it would be cool to be able to go really fast. Or do something to decorate the wheels!" he said with a nod.

“Of course we are,” the Doctor confirmed, rounding a corner and wheeling him into the garage. Oh good, the motorbike was still there. “Now, I do really want to make your chair hover. What else do you want me to do to it, Jameson?” she asked.

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Alright, huh? He seemed pretty nice to me. He said he was going to make me a cool wheelchair! Well, I hope that's good. Eh, but it gets boring sometimes. I want to be able to walk now.

He’s - alright. You’ve sure got the looks, he’s right about that. Being patient is a good quality, people’ll like you for it, and it’s good for your sanity. 

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"I've noticed. I just don't think Mum would like it very much if I got lost in an alien's spaceship," he said with a shrug. However, he was enjoying his trip through the TARDIS a lot, and was excited about what she could do to his chair. "We're almost there, right?" Jameson asked.

“Of course I do! The TARDIS is just a bit… Twisty and turny and… Very confusing,” the Doctor said, now certain that she was on the proper path to the garage. Oh, the motorbike might still be in there, they could use some parts from that.

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"Alright, alright. Just checking," Jameson said with a smile. He was extremely excited about the prospect of changing his chair, and hoped that things wouldn't go too wrong. "You know where you're going, right?" he asked worriedly as he was turned around.

“I want to help, Jameson. Now, come on!” She pushed his wheelchair along, going down past the console and down a corridor. The Doctor paused at one point though and turned them around. “This way,” she muttered.

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"Good. So I won't fall," Jameson said, breathing out a sigh of relief. He manuvered himself into the chair, having gotten very skilled at that over the years. "You really want to fix up my chair? I mean, you don't have to. You're already taking me to some planet," he said, shrugging a bit. He was still worried about getting in her way, and causing too much trouble.

“Ah, good. Okay, it should be smooth sailing for the rest of the trip.” The Doctor stepped away from the console and over to his wheelchair, pushing it back towards him. “Come on, I’ll take it and you to the garage and we can fix this up. We’ll be there in an hour or so, but time passes differently in here, so we’ll probably be there sooner than expected.

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A friend of yours? You don't sound so sure about that. I mean, he's not that bad a guy, is he? Yeah, he already told me. He said I could be a Kaled if I had green blood! You can say that again. I mean, I've been hoping for a while that I could walk. But I guess that's not long enough. I've got to be patient.

Really? Well - oh. Yeah, I know Davros. He’s a - friend of mine. Be thankful you’re not blonde, by the by. Pretty alien-ish, yeah. Well, no offense to your dad, but he’s a bit of a dream killer. If you’ve got a positive attitude about it, and dream for it, it’s bound to happen in my book.

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"Oh, great. You're sure I'm not going to fall out of this thing or anything?" Jameson asked, looking up at the Doctor. His wheelchair had already rolled away from him, and that's where he felt most comfortable, but he got a good grip on the seat anyway. "Got it!" he called once he had pulled it, glad he didn't hit another button.

“Green button? Not green switch or lever, so green button AH! Green button is a bit of a turbo so hold on to your chair, Jameson, we’re going to be going fast!” the Doctor said, all in one breath as she grasped the console in a white-knuckled, nearly practiced grip. “Yellow lever, on your right, it isn’t too far. Pull it. Now!”