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After the silver that Marian had given them during the reception had been melted down and then forged into a very specific photo-frame (silver with leaves, according to the Doctor, had to be that), but the thing was, there was no picture to go along with it. That was when Chase had figured he ought to at least ask Lionel for a favour.

He'd almost been surprised when the answer was yes. So there they were, in the best Chase could find (which was a navy-blue button down and pair of jeans) and he was staring in confusion all around. "Okay, so, what the hell am I doing?"

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That's a much better reaction from Chase, and Lionel's pleased things are at least starting to go a bit more smoothly as he takes another picture. He still isn't completely used to not having to worry about how much film he has, and sometimes forgets between shots. "And the rest is history?"

"Not exactly," Chase said, turning to give the Doctor a smirk. "You're so shallow," he informed him, very seriously. His attention moved back to Lionel, and in between smiles he spoke. "Things were very complicated and we didn't really figure it out for almost a year."

"Am not," the Doctor said, and stopped himself just short of mussing up Chase's hair. "And yeah, complicated isn't really the half of it. It did take us bloody long of us, didn't it..." His smile turned softer.

"But you're here now, right?" Lionel says, giving both of them a smile. Speaking of now, he'd like both of them to stop fidgeting, but he's not sure he should attempt posing just yet. "I mean, as long as you get there in the end."

"Yeah," Chase agreed quietly, sliding an arm around the Doctor's waist to angle out front and smile prettily for the camera, all teeth and blond hair. "I just never thought it'd be me. You know? God, I would've killed for it to be me, when I talked with him those first few times. He just...it was like safety and warmth being offered, but only if you were certain things."

"And, I wasn't those things," he admitted, fingers curling up at the small of the Doctor's back, clasping fabric. "So I resigned to the fact that he would fall in love elsewhere and I put up my walls and I tried to convince myself that I didn't feel anything more."

The Doctor turned pink, but only for a moment before he turned and posed casually. This smile of his was natural, soft and pleased and genuinely happy despite everything. "I changed my mind," he said simply, "and you weren't as good at blocking things up as you thought."

Lionel's not entirely surprised the conversation's started to head in this direction; more often than not couples like talking about their history. It makes his job easier, anyway, considering how much easier they're posing, and he likes hearing the stories.

"I'm a crap liar," he informed Lionel, the real smile becoming a fake and smug little one for a second before he relaxed again. "I'm sure you heard the stories about our polygamous pyramid."

"Wasn't it more some sort of polygon?" the Doctor drawled, then kissed Chase firmly on the cheek, and loudly, as a distraction.

Lionel catches the kiss on the cheek almost by sheer luck, and he's grinning when he looks back up at them. "Your polygamous what?"

"I was dating two guys is all," Chase insisted, trying to gloss over that because he thought everyone had heard about that by now. "But I picked the one I want to be with forever."

"You'd best have done," the Doctor said, "considering the whole married thing." He winked once at Lionel, not wanting to dwell on the whole jumble.

"I'll take your word for it," Lionel says, and by the way they're not really saying much about it, he figures he doesn't really want to know.

Good, Chase thought, but didn't say aloud and he rested his hands on the Doctor's stomach lightly, tickling just slightly with a smirk. "I totally just married you for the perks," he deadpanned, not even looking at him.

The Doctor yelped and nudged Chase in the ribs with his elbows. "My stunning good looks. And the accent. You never did explain what a billabong is."

Lionel looks up over the top of his camera, giving Chase an amused and curious look. "I'm with the Doctor. What the hell's a billabong?"

Chase gave Lionel and the Doctor a sigh of a look. "It's a stagnant pool of water," he explained, his accent stronger out of fierce nationalistic pride. And then he began to hum Waltzing Matilda so the Doctor could hear it.

The Doctor winked once at Lionel. "Stagnant," he drawled in a pitch-perfect Melbourne accent. "How'd it get that way?"

Lionel gets that there's maybe a joke he's missing somewhere, but he just snorts at the Doctor's pretty good imitation of Chase's accent and snaps another picture.

Chase smirked right back at the Doctor and turned to Lionel. "See, he torments me with the fact that he can do my accent perfectly and I can't even attempt his. He's a very infuriating man," he opined, all innocence.

"His American accent is worse," said the Doctor, leaning in against Chase rather adorably.

"I'll take your word for it," Lionel says distractedly, his focus on the camera as he gets another shot. That might he his favorite yet. "Now, do you guys want to try the official family portrait type shot, or do you just want more natural ones? I really like what I've got so far."

"What exactly is a family portrait?" Chase asked, not sure he'd ever seen one done with just two people. As far as he knew, it was being posed stiffly in positions no actual people would ever think of sitting in.

The Doctor blinked a few times. "I'm not really sure either, to be honest," he admitted, rather confused. "Gallifreyans didn't need photos."

It's a testament to how long Lionel's been here that a phrase like 'Gallifreyans didn't need photos' doesn't really phase him anymore. Instead, he just grins and shakes his head. "It's pretty much what we're doing now, just posed instead of natural. I never got why people got them year after year."

"No thanks," Chase offered tersely, before turning to the Doctor and shook his head again. "No thanks," he said, a little quieter. "They just remind me of being young and I don't want one of those for us."

"That's all right," the Doctor said. "I mean, if there're plenty of good photos already, yeah? I don't see why bothering."

Lionel shrugs then, and turns his camera off before giving the pair a bright look. "Then we're all done. I know there were a few really good shots, and you can keep the extras if you want, too."

Chase gave a nod, utterly grateful and it shone on his face. "Thank you, really. Really. If you ever need anything, really, just ask."

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