The Other Tenth Time

by Kathryn A

For b7friday:a sort of sequel to redstarrobot's untitled Doctor Who/Blake's 7 crossover.

Cally sat cross-legged on the grass, meditating.

"There." The Doctor draped the length of green stems and white flowers over the back of Cally's neck.

She opened her eyes and examined the greenery trailing down by her shoulder. "What's this?"

"A daisy-chain," the Doctor said. "You're supposed to link the ends, but I never learned how."

"What is it for?"

"It's for fun!" he said, with a grin.

"But the flowers will wilt."

"Have you never picked flowers, Cally of Auron?"

She shook her head.

He leaned back, resting on his elbows. "Flowers are ephemeral, short-lived. They're designed for the delectation of bees. But that doesn't mean that we shouldn't enjoy them. In fact, we should enjoy them more, because they are so soon gone. They're like sunsets that way."

"But why do we have to pick them in order to enjoy them?"

"Because you can't make daisy-chains unless you pick them." He stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go have some Devonshire Tea. Maybe there's a monster lurking in the cafe."