Moira/Miles

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Thanks to Alan for socking Miles.



Moira stepped around Miles as he ran to and fro in the kitchen and smiled a little. It was obvious that he had gotten into something sugary and was wearing himself out before Alison could make him sit still. She started preparing something to eat for her self, wondering if she should take something extra down to the lab. She glanced over at Miles again and sighed inwardly. He was roughly the same age Kevin had been...

Miles screeched to a halt before crashing into Moira's knees and beamed up at her. "Hello, Doctor Mc--Doctor Mac--" He deflated slightly. "Miles does not know how to say your name. Except that the last part sounds like Tigger." He grinned mischievously. "But Miles thinks you are not bouncy enough to be a Tigger."

Moira smiled down at him and ignored the twinge in her heart. "Nay, not bouncy enough is right. Nay before me coffee, anyway. But ye can call me Dr. Moira if'n tha' helps any." She watched him bounce on his feet and wondered if Kevin hadn't been "sick" if he would have been like that as well.

"Dr. Moira." Miles nodded firmly, then grinned again. "Would Dr. Moira like a cookie?" He glanced around conspiratorially and lowered his voice. "Miles has _four._"

She leaned over and grinned. "Aye, I would, thank ye. Do I want ta ask where ye got -four- from?"

"Miles got them from the cookie jar," the boy said innocently.

She eyed the cookie car, who's top -was- slightly off balance, and shook her head. "I dinnae believe Alison knows 'bout tha'," she said. "So, what were ye doin' before I came in 'ere?"

Miles squinted at her. "Miles was eating cookies," he explained patiently. Then his eyes went wide. "Miles just thought of something!"

"Oh, an' what was tha'?" She smiled a little. He was really adorable.

"Dr. Moira's name begins with an M. And Miles's name begins with an M!" He beamed. "We're the same!"

Moira froze, her mind racing back through the years. Kevin, in pain, laying on his bed in the sick bay. She was sitting next to him, teaching him more letters. "Mummy, guess wha’?" "What, Kevin?" He beamed at her. "My name is spelled wit' an "I" an' ye said yer name 'ad an eye...we're th' same!" "Aye, Kevin, tha' we are, sweety."

She shifted her gaze back to Ke...Miles, Miles, Miles, she repeated to herself and smiled stiffly. "Aye...aye, yer...yer right." She grabbed up the sandwich she had made. "I've...I need ta get goin'...perhaps I'll 'ave those cookies wit' you later, Miles?" She saw him blink at her with confusion as she stepped out of the kitchen, stomach going towards her stomach. "Oh Lord," she breathed, fighting back the tears.

Miles put the cookie carefully down on the counter and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "What did Miles say?" he murmured sadly. Should he go apologize?

Sarah might know. She lived in the basement, and Dr. Moira almost lived in the basement. Miles nodded and trotted toward the stairs. Sarah would know what he'd done wrong.