Headcanon: Wendy Watson and Lacey Thornfield had a romatic relationship with each other at one point, but decided they were better as friends
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"You’re a swell dancer, Dubbie," he says as he turns her past a crate of !!!!. "I can tell this isn’t your first lesson."
Wendy grins and looks at his tie. “Yeah, is that because of my ‘swell’ dancing or because my ballroom dance classes are in my psych profile under Traumatic Childhood Experiences? Hey, by the way, how long is this going to take?”
"You’re a very receptive partner," he tells her, not answering her questions—yep, those lessons were definitely referenced in her file—and she looks back up at him. "That’s highly important in performing the Devil’s Dance. In essence, we must move as one person."
Wendy grabs his hand and pulls him close, glancing over her shoulder to watch her boss walking towards their car. “My next time, your first time… you knew me but not him ‘cause he’s gone, isn’t he?” (Gone is as close as she can get to saying… gone is bad enough.) The Doctor doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at her; she can’t read anything in his face. Her grip tightens; she must be hurting his hand but she can’t help it. “Can I change it?”
"We changed this,” she says and there’s a note of pleading in her voice. “Can’t I change that?”
[From my The Middleman/Doctor Who fic: The First, Next, or Only Time]
This should be played in every high school classroom when they are learning about plagiarism.
Sometimes, as in the case of ABC Family’s new comic-based series “The Middleman,” evil is downright funny.
A NYT review of The Middleman from waaaay back in the day!