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Note: This was written for challenge #74 lost and found on the tthdrabble community on lj.
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“It’s lost,” Martha reiterated.
“It’s not lost,” Xander sighed exasperated, “it’s just misplaced. S’not my fault he’s got pockets that are bigger on the inside.”
“That didn’t mean you had to start hiding things in there.”
“Well what else would they be for? I asked first, didn’t I ask first?”
The Doctor just laughed, “Yes, you did.”
“See, I asked,” Xander grinned at Martha as he added a bit of string to the pile of things he’d already pulled from the coat pocket.
“It’s string,” Martha pointed out.
“Hey,” the Doctor protested, “you never know when you might need string.”
Xander pulled out a collection of poetry, then a stethoscope which he wrapped around his neck. With a shake of her head Martha declared them both pack rats and wandered down the hall. Xander shrugged and continued.
“Nah, not really.”
The lint was added to the throw away pile. Xander reached into the pocket again and again until finally he gave a cry of triumph and pulled out his twinkie.
“I think we got on her nerves,” Xander said as he opened the treat.
“I thought that was the point.”
“Yep, more for me and you,” Xander grinned.