“Should’ve known it’d be you.” Acutely, she knows it is him, before the other Time Lord even steps into her field of vision. “Said it myself, so many times, didn’t I — ‘ Time Lords do not like to die ’ — but I FELT it.” The Doctor shakes her head, her hair blown by the wind and the sea spray. After Sheffield, the ocean feels like breathing again, something serene in spite of something lost. It seems she is like this now, trying to find small lights in the bleak. She’s not quite sure whether she speaks to Koschei, or to the ocean. “I told them NOT to.”
He assumed she was talking about a companion. A companion that she just lost and had told them to stay away and then didn’t listen… or she could have been talking about something else entirely…
He walks over to her side and stands next to her, not saying anything, especially not that he was now finally taller than her by 8 whole centimeters.
“What happened?” he asked her softly. Yes he was still in pain from what he had been through last week, but he had managed to bandage himself up, ‘fix’ himself up so to speak, as much as he could by himself.
But Theta sigma was upset… Theta was upset a week ago, with grey hair and angry eyebrows, but that was his fault and he couldn’t take back what he had done… this… this perhaps he could help with… at least with comfort… hopefully she would let him.
🎶 “The duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man running the stand, ‘Hey! dA dA DA – Got any grapes?’” 🎶
“I mean if I were you, I would have regenerated already. Just for the sake of the terrible humour”
@yourbestfriendkoschei
“Yes, well, it’s not really MY fault that it’s been stuck in my head for 3 days straight, now is it? And it is such a wonderful torture tool, doesn’t kill but drives everyone crazy.” He grins.
“Okay, so… what did you say you wanted again? Ive um… Ive lost the shopping list…”
From the other end of the phone, Rose stayed silent for a few moments, before breaking out into laughter. “You forgot already?”
“Oi! No! don’t laugh! Hey! Yes, i forgot, okay, Human mind now, and with my attention span its not good…” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.
“So.” He said toggling switches around the console. “Where’d ya wanna go next? We’ve got all ah time an’ space.”
“I dunno… “ Rose shrugged leaning against the console watching him with a small smile. “How about we find a nice planet and have a picnic? hmm? Or do some ice-skating?”
He could not believe his eyes. Or his nose rather. It was more his nose. Because…he knew that smell. He knew that bloody smell that tingled his nostrils like fresh fallen rain on the red grass back home…it was familiar as his own heartbeats. As his own breathing. It meant…he wasn’t alone…
“How did y’ survive? Y’….th’ all…they’re… all gone…Gallifrey….all ‘f it.” and it was his fault. His own worst egregious fault. Unforgivable. Unholy. Inhuman. Monster. Monster. Murderer. Genocidal killer. Evil evil thing.
“How did y’ make it out?” How did he for that matter?
Because you’re a fighter, Doctor. Because you’re a fighter and a coward and a solider. Because it had to be done. Shut up shut up shut up!
He watched him as he hid the pain that he felt from the wound in his back. He could feel the blood seeping into his clothes and making it stick to his skin.
“I know. Im not the first version you meet after the war… you… you were not supposed to meet me now…” his eyes are sad at this knowledge, as if he wished that haw they do meet never happened.
“And i ran… i ran away, i became scared and turned human, of all things, that itself should show how bad it was….”
He dosen’t try to walk over, every step is agony, and he is putting in so much effort to not show it.
“Hello Doctor.” She stood in a darkened patch of sidewalk, far from the streetlight but she could see her. Smell her. Smell the regeneration on her. Fresh. Clean. New. Not like that grumpy old Scotsman. Though she did like his smile. Rare as it was. Poor traumatized bastard.
She watched her for a moment, staying silent, before moving towards her.
She didn’t run, she just walked. she wasn’t sure if she was seeing things or from where in her timeline missy was from… but she still had even a little bit of hope, that this was her Missy.
“Hello Missy.” She finally greets, stopping a foot away from the woman.
The Master tilts his head and squints slightly as he tries to listen for something…
“Depends which sound you are talking about.” He finally answers her.
Once upon a- who knows when in the timeline- The Torchwood 3 radio started to broadcast a live message.
“Mayday! MAy–DAy! AH! Mayday!” Came the crackling voice of a man who was clearly in a slight panicked distress.
“This is the Doctor! calling Torchwood 3 for help! The Doctor in the Tardis… well i say IN the tardis, TE–chnacally-!” His voice rose as the ship bucked and he barley held on “Im Hanging from the edge of the Door frame! hundreds of feet ABOVE CARDIFF! AH! Yikes!” he tried once more to climb inside.
“Just thought id let you know, Jack… that I JUST regenerated, the TARDIS is on FIRE and im CRASHING… ugh…” the doctor closed the doors behind him after clambering inside.
“Dont worry, ive Finally got back inside and closed the doors… Keep watch for where i ‘land’ will you… who knows if the gravity will still be working properly with how bad it is in here….” He sighed… and then radio went to static as the TARDIS crash landed, the gravity became dodgy and the doctor fell into the depth of the tardis and hit his head.
Looks like Torchwood 3 will have to go and find him if he doesn’t come up himself. @canspotatimeagent
“Come on, Doctor. You could have just bought chips yourself! Ryan never shares and I don’t hear you complaining about him.”
The woman pursed her lips unhappily. “Do i even look like the sort of person who carries around money?… Plus its just a few, its not like i’m going to eat all of them.” she tuts.
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