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Characters: Oliver Day (

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Location: Your reality!
Time: After Oliver's fairytale has ended, and during or after yours, as you prefer
Summary: Oliver goes on an involuntary reality-hopping tour of the multiverse~
Warnings: Oliver is a geek, and depending on your reality, he might just show it. Possibly a lot.

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"Samwise! Don't go under there!"

Oliver had learned a long time ago that "getting lost" and "going somewhere in the TARDIS" were basically synonymous, so he'd long since given up on getting annoyed when it happened. Instead, he usually just looked at it as another adventure to conquer--plus, you never knew what sort of cool things you might find in the meantime. And that was all well and good when he was alone, but this time he'd made the mistake of bringing one of his pets along. Watching a dwarf rabbit run off to be lost in the TARDIS was not the sort of adventure he'd had in mind for today.

He crouched down by the random large machine that was sitting by one of the walls of a room that otherwise appeared to be some sort of study. Aside from the hulking metal contraption, the room was lined with comfortable sofas and armchairs, the lighting coming from lamps on sidetables. Fancy rugs were scattered about on the polished wooden floor, although the area around the machine was bare aside from some telltale scuff marks. And while the space underneath the machine was large enough for a rabbit to fit, Oliver doubted he could even get one of his hands in there. "Come on, come out! I'll get you some nice greens?"

As he leaned down to look under the machine, he just caught sight of a furry ball shooting out and across the room. "Samwise!" He jumped to his feet, realising now that he'd been so intent on the rabbit that he hadn't even thought to close the door to the study when he came in. And, of course, he pet was making straight for it. Oliver ran after him, hoping to grab the door and shut it before Samwise could reach it and disappear into the corridor. It was going to be a close thing. He grabbed at the side of the door--

--and missed. Oliver skidded to a stop, almost falling over in his surprise. Because it was immediately apparent that he hadn't simply missed in his grab--the door wasn't there anymore. The study wasn't either, nor was the familiar hum of the TARDIS.

"What...?" Oliver breathed, looking around him in confusion. "Where am I?"

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Oliver still regretted his question, as he hadn't meant to remind Leela of sad memories, but her words did make him even more glad that he could do this with her. "I bet he enjoyed that," he said softly. He reached forward to put his hand briefly against hers arm--not in an attempt to direct her, just as a show of support.

As the door opened, Oliver's eyes widened. "Can we go out?" he whispered, as though afraid someone would appear any second and tell him that outsiders were forbidden from a sight like this. It was a silly feeling, but he couldn't help it. This seemed too amazing to be possible. So for the moment, he watched for Leela's cue before advancing.

"I did not bring you hear to stand in the corridor, Oliver," she said with a laugh, brushing off the memories of the past in favour of the more pleasant truths of the present. Andred was gone, yes, but she was not alone. She had friends that were very dear to her and she was determined to make sure that Oliver enjoyed Gallifrey. He was clearly delighted to be there.

Oliver laughed at the absurdity of the question, too--a sheepish, relieved sort of laugh. "Yeah, I know. Just... well, all right, let's see it!" He shook his head, chasing away the last of his nerves, and started to grin broadly. The longer he thought about what he was about to see, the more his excitement was becoming overwhelming. He'd hesitated for more than long enough now. He had to make every minute on Gallifrey count!

Already in awe just at the thought of what was coming, Oliver stepped out of the corridor to the roof at the highest point in the city.

Leela stepped out behind him, moving to the edge of the roof instinctively. The spires and towers of the Citadel stretched out before them, glowing bronze and gold in the early morning light. In the distance, snow capped mountains carpeted with crimson grass and forests of silver leaved trees were starting to be revealed, shining as the shadows retreated.

After giving him a moment to adjust, she asked: "What do you think?"

Even after a moment to adjust, Oliver was still staring open-mouthed. He couldn't believe what the planet looked like--not the colours, not the shapes, not the sight. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before.

"Leela," he finally said, his voice soft, as though breaking the silence could somehow ruin the perfection of this moment, "this is..." But he trailed off there, shaking his head. There were no words for this. Instead, he took her hand in his, hoping she would understand the message he was trying to send. A moment like this didn't need words; it just needed a friend to share it with. Still, he breathed a very soft, "Wow," under his breath.

She understood. Even before Oliver summoned up the courage to speak, his sense of awe was palpable. Leela could read it in his quickened breathing and sudden stillness.

Smiling, she squeezed his hand.

"It is not enough to call it beautiful," she said, "But that is the only world we have."

Oliver nodded at Leela's comment, squeezing her hand back to let her know that was exactly how he was feeling. "Nothing--nothing I've seen anywhere--is like this..."

He meant it, too. He may have only seen a small fraction of the universe, but he had seen a lot of incredible things in that fraction. And even knowing that, it wasn't difficult at all to call this the most beautiful and amazing of them all.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Thank you," she countered. She could no longer see the suns with her own eyes, but the catch in his voice when he tried to speak was just as vivid. It allowed her to experience it again and, for Leela, it was as if she was experiencing it for the first time. "I am glad you are so pleased."

"'Course I am," Oliver said quietly, still grinning fit to split his face. He squeezed her hand again.

But all of a sudden, something changed about the view before him. Oliver stiffened a little. At this point, it only took a second for him to realise what was happening. He was seeing double again--the amazing sight of Gallifrey mixed with the sight of the next world he would be going to.

"Sorry, but I think I'm off now, Leela," he said. "Thanks again." Knowing he had very little time left, he gave his friend another smile. However, as he turned to her, his eyes widened all over again at the sight coming through behind her. He gasped. The floor, the doorway, the walls--they were unmistakable. "It's the TARDIS!" he exclaimed, excited for a completely different reason now. "Where I left it! The Plane's sending me back!"

Leela could not see the world changing around them, but she trusted Oliver's eyes as well as her own instincts. Something - something more than the suns rising in the distance - had changed.

She squeezed his hand in return, thinking of how much time had passed - and how much had changed, both on and off the ship - since she had travelled on the TARDIS.

"Then I will next see you on the Plane," she said, "Be well, Oliver."

He continued to smile, excited and relieved and, for this moment, just too happy to believe. He'd gotten to share in so much during these brief travels, and now he didn't even have to worry about how he was going to get back. It couldn't have worked out better.

He gave Leela's hand another squeeze before he let go. He had a feeling he was about to start fading, and he didn't want Leela to feel that. "You too, Leela!" he called cheerfully, waving even though he knew she couldn't see it. "Thanks! See you soon!"

And with that, he faded from Gallifrey and back to the TARDIS.