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I've been neglecting this blog for a while for many reasons but I'm going to start posting again, since my friends are starting up tytnw again and I've been meaning to rejoin, so the Arthur canon may seem a bit broken now but let's ignore that for the greater good(me having fun)
The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.
He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.
He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.
He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.
"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.
Arthur is distracted, looking at the Doctor, perceiving him through his blurry vision. He feels something slightly shift in the inner workings of his mind, the feeling of safety seems to latch onto the blurry image of the Doctor and fuse with it.
He isn't sure how long he's been staring, but he's woken up by the Doctor picking him up and offering him... Tea? No that's not tea... Arthur doesn't really feel like drinking anything.. He just wants to curl up against the Doctor and sleep, but the Doctor wants him to drink that.. sweet.. thing.. so he should probably do it. The Doctor is always right after all.
He brings his arms up to grab the mug, his hands still feel awfully stiff and cold. He takes a sip of the slightly sweet strawberry flavoured water, it's warm, well maybe a bit too warm.
"Ow-"
"Oh!"
The Doctor gently brings the mug away from his face, only by a few centimeters, carefully to not drop the liquid. "Right, sorry, maybe that's a bit much? Go slow with it, can you blow on it a bit?" He sighs once again, staring at the poor boy, thinking perhaps that's also a bit too much to ask. "Or... maybe I could, if that's too taxing for you."
He doesn't wait for an answer, and begins to blow on the liquid, offering the mug again after a bit, nudging it a little. "Hm?"
Arthur feels like sinking into the floor, the Doctor is here trying to help and he can't even endure drinking a little hot water. He's going to be angry with him for this, surely. And when people get angry, it hurts. He has to make this up to them somehow.. when he's not so cold...
"Um.. thank you."
He takes the mug and forces himself to drink the contents, despite it being a bit too hot still. It does him good in the long run though, making him feel less cold. He can actually feel his hands now, and they hurt. As if they were literally unfreezing. He hands the mug back to the Doctor, wrapping the blankets closer around himself.
Thank you for uh... Saving me.. it was scary here.. the ghosts..
The Doctor smiles when he receives the mug, looking up at the Magister and handing it to him.
"The ghosts, yes…"
He looks at the scattered frames, his lips pressing together, before he adjusts his position again to be closer to Arthur, placing a hand on his shoulder and adjusting his tone with the hope he'd feel reassured.
"That must have been rather scary for you. Brave heart, Arthur, the Magister and I will help you get out of here soon, okay? Are you feeling any better?"
He gifts him a smile which surrounds the sentence like a particularly comforting hug, all the contrary to the rageful fit his counterpart expects, creating a nurturing memory that clearly wants to make its way into Arthur’s mind to never abandon it.
The Time Lord seeks the fragment’s eyes again, expectant for the next course of action.
He hums and fills the mug with some more water.
"Ghosts and bears, hm? That must have been a rather frightening experience... I do apologise for how long it took for us to get to you..."
He moves carefully, wrapping the mug in one of the blankets, careful not to unwrap it from around him and passing it to Arthur.
"Hold this and slowly sip it, do not drink it too fast, this should help warm your hands up, do not touch the mug directly, keep it in the blanket."
He glances at the Doctor with a slight frown for a moment, before retracting, moving to add more of the furniture to the fire to keep it going.
"... Can you feel your toes, Arthur? It is very important, crucial even, that I know how effected you are before we even think about leaving this cabin, it could mean the difference between you losing your toes and keeping them... or worse."
"Oh, thank you."
He nods and takes the mug in a blanket, bringing it close to himself. It's very warm.. and that's quite nice.
"I um... I'm not as cold as i was. But i.. well i don't really think i can feel my toes much. Is.. is that really bad?"
He looks at the Magister with wide eyes, then looks at the Doctor, then back to the Magister, hoping their faces tell him something, is he going to have to regenerate? He's never done that before, he doesn't even know how it works, what if he can't do it? Then they'd have come here to save him for nothing... No, no, he shouldn't think like that...
He stares at him for a moment, face carefully blank as he took in his words.
"You will be fine."
His words came across sharp, certainly harsher than he'd intended, and he took a deep breath, calming himself.
"Sorry... you will be fine, I'll make sure of it, it's not necessarily a problem yet, but if we'd been any slower it could have become more of an issue, you said you can't feel them much, which means you still have at least some feeling in your toes, correct? That's good, we got here before it became a problem..."
He took another deep breath, then sighed.
"We still have to get you warmer than you currently are before we can leave, but you're making good progress, that's good... that's very good..."
He glanced at the Doctor for a moment, making sure he hadn't started getting cold too, then turned his gaze back to Arthur, there was... something unfamilliar in his eyes as he spoke again.
"You will be fine, Arthur, you'll get out of this just fine, I... promise."
He startles, something about the Magister's voice makes his hair stand on end, he instinctively leans closer to the Doctor. He only nods at what the Magister says, not daring to say anything more to upset him. There's a part of his mind that feels in danger when he meets the man's eyes. A primal fear, some sort of remnant of a different time perhaps... He knows he shouldn't be so afraid, the Magister is only trying to help after all. Or at least.. he thinks that's the case. One never knows.. shifty eyes... And all that...
The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.
He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.
He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.
He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.
"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.
Arthur is distracted, looking at the Doctor, perceiving him through his blurry vision. He feels something slightly shift in the inner workings of his mind, the feeling of safety seems to latch onto the blurry image of the Doctor and fuse with it.
He isn't sure how long he's been staring, but he's woken up by the Doctor picking him up and offering him... Tea? No that's not tea... Arthur doesn't really feel like drinking anything.. He just wants to curl up against the Doctor and sleep, but the Doctor wants him to drink that.. sweet.. thing.. so he should probably do it. The Doctor is always right after all.
He brings his arms up to grab the mug, his hands still feel awfully stiff and cold. He takes a sip of the slightly sweet strawberry flavoured water, it's warm, well maybe a bit too warm.
"Ow-"
"Oh!"
The Doctor gently brings the mug away from his face, only by a few centimeters, carefully to not drop the liquid. "Right, sorry, maybe that's a bit much? Go slow with it, can you blow on it a bit?" He sighs once again, staring at the poor boy, thinking perhaps that's also a bit too much to ask. "Or... maybe I could, if that's too taxing for you."
He doesn't wait for an answer, and begins to blow on the liquid, offering the mug again after a bit, nudging it a little. "Hm?"
Arthur feels like sinking into the floor, the Doctor is here trying to help and he can't even endure drinking a little hot water. He's going to be angry with him for this, surely. And when people get angry, it hurts. He has to make this up to them somehow.. when he's not so cold...
"Um.. thank you."
He takes the mug and forces himself to drink the contents, despite it being a bit too hot still. It does him good in the long run though, making him feel less cold. He can actually feel his hands now, and they hurt. As if they were literally unfreezing. He hands the mug back to the Doctor, wrapping the blankets closer around himself.
Thank you for uh... Saving me.. it was scary here.. the ghosts..
The Doctor smiles when he receives the mug, looking up at the Magister and handing it to him.
"The ghosts, yes…"
He looks at the scattered frames, his lips pressing together, before he adjusts his position again to be closer to Arthur, placing a hand on his shoulder and adjusting his tone with the hope he'd feel reassured.
"That must have been rather scary for you. Brave heart, Arthur, the Magister and I will help you get out of here soon, okay? Are you feeling any better?"
He gifts him a smile which surrounds the sentence like a particularly comforting hug, all the contrary to the rageful fit his counterpart expects, creating a nurturing memory that clearly wants to make its way into Arthur’s mind to never abandon it.
The Time Lord seeks the fragment’s eyes again, expectant for the next course of action.
He hums and fills the mug with some more water.
"Ghosts and bears, hm? That must have been a rather frightening experience... I do apologise for how long it took for us to get to you..."
He moves carefully, wrapping the mug in one of the blankets, careful not to unwrap it from around him and passing it to Arthur.
"Hold this and slowly sip it, do not drink it too fast, this should help warm your hands up, do not touch the mug directly, keep it in the blanket."
He glances at the Doctor with a slight frown for a moment, before retracting, moving to add more of the furniture to the fire to keep it going.
"... Can you feel your toes, Arthur? It is very important, crucial even, that I know how effected you are before we even think about leaving this cabin, it could mean the difference between you losing your toes and keeping them... or worse."
"Oh, thank you."
He nods and takes the mug in a blanket, bringing it close to himself. It's very warm.. and that's quite nice.
"I um... I'm not as cold as i was. But i.. well i don't really think i can feel my toes much. Is.. is that really bad?"
He looks at the Magister with wide eyes, then looks at the Doctor, then back to the Magister, hoping their faces tell him something, is he going to have to regenerate? He's never done that before, he doesn't even know how it works, what if he can't do it? Then they'd have come here to save him for nothing... No, no, he shouldn't think like that...
The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.
He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.
He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.
He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.
"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.
Arthur is distracted, looking at the Doctor, perceiving him through his blurry vision. He feels something slightly shift in the inner workings of his mind, the feeling of safety seems to latch onto the blurry image of the Doctor and fuse with it.
He isn't sure how long he's been staring, but he's woken up by the Doctor picking him up and offering him... Tea? No that's not tea... Arthur doesn't really feel like drinking anything.. He just wants to curl up against the Doctor and sleep, but the Doctor wants him to drink that.. sweet.. thing.. so he should probably do it. The Doctor is always right after all.
He brings his arms up to grab the mug, his hands still feel awfully stiff and cold. He takes a sip of the slightly sweet strawberry flavoured water, it's warm, well maybe a bit too warm.
"Ow-"
"Oh!"
The Doctor gently brings the mug away from his face, only by a few centimeters, carefully to not drop the liquid. "Right, sorry, maybe that's a bit much? Go slow with it, can you blow on it a bit?" He sighs once again, staring at the poor boy, thinking perhaps that's also a bit too much to ask. "Or... maybe I could, if that's too taxing for you."
He doesn't wait for an answer, and begins to blow on the liquid, offering the mug again after a bit, nudging it a little. "Hm?"
Arthur feels like sinking into the floor, the Doctor is here trying to help and he can't even endure drinking a little hot water. He's going to be angry with him for this, surely. And when people get angry, it hurts. He has to make this up to them somehow.. when he's not so cold...
"Um.. thank you."
He takes the mug and forces himself to drink the contents, despite it being a bit too hot still. It does him good in the long run though, making him feel less cold. He can actually feel his hands now, and they hurt. As if they were literally unfreezing. He hands the mug back to the Doctor, wrapping the blankets closer around himself.
Thank you for uh... Saving me.. it was scary here.. the ghosts..
The Doctor sits up when he receives the mug, remaining close to Arthur and carefully tucking the blankets in between him and his thigh. He then removes the protective plastic and begins to stir with the lolly, a profound sigh escapes him as he glances at the Magister for a second. He clearly knows what he's doing, a lot better than he does.
He looks back at the mug, focusing on the circular movement which seems to gradually and without his awareness blur his vision of everything that is real around him, silently flushing the crackling sounds of the fire with the swirl away from his perception. His body is unusually still, save for the stirring. He is breathing, in and out, slowly, automatically, as any and all sensations in his body that would usually be identified as emotions get relocated somewhere else within his psyche, away from the present, away from becoming an inconvenience.
He blinks, gently swaying his head as he notices the task had finished, much faster than he thought, or at least that's how he had perceived it. He brings the mug to his face, sniffing it, the heat and strawberry scent partially bringing him back to reality.
He then sets it on the floor, carefully, away enough from them so it doesn't accidentally spill when he turns to Arthur, slides an arm under his torso and gently lifts him to sit. Still supporting his weight, leaning him a bit on his shoulder, he adjusts the blankets so they cover as much of him as possible, then grabs the mug and brings it to him.
"Here, Arthur, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
He lifts it closer to his face, waiting to see if he can manage to grab it, not planning on letting go of it whether he did or not, after all, it'd be likely he'd drop it.
Arthur is distracted, looking at the Doctor, perceiving him through his blurry vision. He feels something slightly shift in the inner workings of his mind, the feeling of safety seems to latch onto the blurry image of the Doctor and fuse with it.
He isn't sure how long he's been staring, but he's woken up by the Doctor picking him up and offering him... Tea? No that's not tea... Arthur doesn't really feel like drinking anything.. He just wants to curl up against the Doctor and sleep, but the Doctor wants him to drink that.. sweet.. thing.. so he should probably do it. The Doctor is always right after all.
He brings his arms up to grab the mug, his hands still feel awfully stiff and cold. He takes a sip of the slightly sweet strawberry flavoured water, it's warm, well maybe a bit too warm.
"Ow-"
By the time the pair had reached the mountain, the sun had set and the cold had become apparent. The Doctor hadn't complained at all during their hike as to not alert his counterpart of his strain, yet he was about to do so for a different reason.
"Ah. What use is a torch when you can't see anything?"
He let out a frustrated huff, and as if the old torch had taken offense to his comment, it turned off. He gave it a few smacks to get it working again, its light illuminating the thick fog that surrounded them and mixed with the clouds of used air the cold made visible out of their mouths. He looked at the tracker, still nothing in sight.
"...Arthur was not lying about the cold... are we near? We have been walking for a while, we should be near, unless we're lost, but we can't- are we lost?"
...He was clearly frustrated. He looked at the Magister, expectant.
He remained quiet for a long moment, looking calm, too calm, almost a practiced level of calm, even, as he slowed to a stop and looked down at his phone, humming and lifting his head slightly and sniffing.
"Can you smell that?"
He doesn't wait for his response and turns sharply on his heels and pushed his way into the woods, stopping at the edge to wait for him to follow, and then heading through the thin treeline and into a clearing with a cabin, it was dark from the shade of the trees and the fog, but even with the faint light from the torch, it was obvious that there was a path through the woods on the other side of the small clearing.
"Signal is coming from in there and- ah... his phone's just died."
He frowned, staring at the cabin for a moment, before gesturing towards it.
"After you, my dear."
"Smell wh-? Hey!"
He followed, quick as he could, and as he walked he noticed the smell as well, which instead of bringing him relief seemed to further intensify the dread in his hearts.
The Doctor ran off to the door, only registering the Magister's words after he had reached it, thinking just cabin and person in danger. He knocked, not expecting someone to greet him, but just to announce himself.
"Arthur! Arthur, it's me, the Doctor!"
He exhaled, then allowing himself to catch his breath a bit, then attempting to open the door, which was a bit stuck. He managed to push it open with a few tries, then rushing inside to find the source of the fire, where he had said he was sleeping.
"Arthur?"
The cabin is dark, in the light of the torch the Doctor can see the fire in the fireplace that's now merely hot coals. The room looks.. messy, whatever pictures were on the walls are all torn down, lying on the floor, all face down. The chairs and other furniture are pushed aside haphazardly. In front of the fireplace is a pile of blankets and pillows from which he can faintly see a few strands of bright red hair peeking out.
The air inside the cabin may be slightly warmer than outside but not by more than a degree or two.
"Doctor...? You're not... Real though... You.. said.. told me..."
The pile of blankets shifts slightly as Arthur speaks, his voice is quiet and a bit raspy, he trails off with each word, as if it was too difficult to string together a coherent sentence.
He'd followed in behind him, glancing around the cabin for a moment, and then closing the door behind them to keep as much heat in as possible as he noticed the lack of heat inside the building.
His eyes land on Arthur, bundled under the blankets and he frowns at his mumbling, then moves around him, grabbing a chair and moving to the fireplace, breaking it up and setting the wooden shards inside it and digging through his pocket, pulling out a lighter and carefully setting it alight, making sure the fire didn't grow too quickly, and once it was at a manageble level, grabbing a nearby pot and pulling a bottle of water out of his pocket, pouring it into the pot, and setting it by the fire to boil.
While that was boiling, he turned to watch the Doctor and Arthur, keeping an eye on them, on Arthur mostly, but not making any comments, not yet, anyway, he had to focus on making sure Arthur could survive the walk back to the van, to the TARDISes, Vera's would be best, he needed the medbay, and the one in the Doctor's was in use and his two... well-
"Well that's not... good..."
The Doctor crouched, gently sliding a hand over his forehead, far too cold to the touch for his liking. He carefully lifted his head, so he'd look at him, his eyes darting across his face and chest as if it wasn't obvious yet to him that his breath was considerably slow, and his mumblings incoherent. He searched for his pulse, his hearts were clearly struggling. The guilt-ridden Time Lord sent a concerned look to the Magister, which softened slightly as he noticed he had been taking care of the fire.
He returned his attention to Arthur, lowering his head again and sliding himself under the blankets, pressing his body against him as to share some of his body heat, and then tucking in the blankets. It was the least he could do.
"I'm here now, okay? I am terribly sorry, I... if I hadn't delayed you wouldn't be this bad, but I'm here now."
He stayed silent for a moment, pondering, that the young, freezing Time Lord had waited long enough to assimilate his absence might as well have meant he did not exist, that he could have been a moment too late, that his neglect could have resulted in a rather excruciating regeneration, and worse, a failing attempt, if his organs were to struggle as much as to keep his body working.
Of course, it was solely his fault, and he did not deserve the help the Magister was offering with managing the situation. Yet, Arthur did. He barely noticed his own body had begun to generate a small, soothing rocking motion, as if from instinct.
"...We are here. And we'll get you to safety, okay...?"
He looked over at the Magister again, worry all over his face.
"I'm afraid one of his hearts has a slight arrhythmia, I... will we be able to move him safely? It's a long walk..."
Arthur mumbles something incoherently about 'ghosts' and 'the cold'. He struggles to keep his eyes open, this Doctor looks.. different... Blurry.. for one. And not like the one that was there before... Or wasn't..
Arthur's eyes close and when he opens them again, he notices time has passed by, far too quickly.. everyone has moved. He knows someone is next to him, instinctively he moves closer to them, curling up like a cat to absorb as much warmth as he can. When his rational mind catches up, he realises it is the Doctor that's next to him. He doesn't really think of the implications of any of it. He just knows this is good. The Doctor always fixes things... Everything will be alright now.
He hums at the Doctor's questions, then glances at Arthur again.
"Not right now, no, he's too out of it, going out there right now would very likely kill him, and we don't have the equipment to deal with a regeneration out in the cold like this on us..."
He turns back to the pot, watching as the water starts bubbling slightly, not quite boiled, but getting there.
"But, we have to get him to the medbay, he won't survive the night here, I'm afraid, so our current goal should be to get him in a state where we can get him safely to the TARDISes and into the medbay of Vera's one, where I'll be able to get him into a safe state."
He looks at him, making eye contact for a moment before looking away, doing his best to convey just how serious this was.
"You cannot rub his body to heat him up or help his circulation, this could cause more complications, but keeping him next to you like that is helping, as is talking to him, you're keeping him awake and focused on something, so keep talking to him, I'm making a hot drink for him, and we need to get him some sugar too to help his body regulate his temperature up a bit..."
He stares at the pot again and frowns.
"This would be better if it had something in it to flavour it, but the only thing I have on hand is a tea bag, and that contains caffeine, which he cannot have in his state, so... hot water it'll have to be."
He pulls a face at that, plain hot water, nasty.
"Do cover his head with the blankets, won't you? The skin there is still exposed, which isn't helping him to retain heat right now... just make sure he can breathe while his head is covered, alright? This shouldn't take too much longer to boil, keep him awake, don't let him sleep."
The Doctor stares back at the Magister, processing the information, swallowing and then taking a deep breath. He does as he instructs, carefully covering Arthur's head and then gently scooping it up by placing a hand to the back of his neck, so he can have a good look at his face.
"Alright, no rubbing... Arthur, awake, stay awake, stay with me. Try and look at me, okay? You'll make it, but I need you to try to focus. It's very important. Can you try and answer my questions? Simple yes or no...?"
He moves his head again, giving it a slight shake, to call his attention.
"Arthur. The Magister is making you something warm to drink. Would you like that? Right, sugar! I should have sugar..."
He puts his other hand in his pocket, bigger on the inside, and starts feeling the objects around. Not that... no, not that either... Eugh. That was oddly soft. His face scrunches up.
"...I think that was a fish. Do you like fish, Arthur?
He raises an eyebrow, inhaling, frustrated at his own lack of organisation, still hoping for an answer from Arthur. Then, he gets out a bottle... He squints at it, it has mould in it, he's putting it back, slowly.
"I don't think you'd like to drink that... Alright, third time's the charm, they say... "
A lollypop! Strawberry. Not what he was looking for, but... He lifts it, and shakes his hand in the air to get the Magister's attention.
"...Would this help?"
Arthur is quite confused, he closes his eyes, then opens them again when the Doctor shakes him that's a bit rude isn't it
"huh..."
He hears something about a fish and sugar.. honestly why are they talking about those things, it's far too cold up here to get any fish... Unless they brought it with them? But why if there's bears nearby, they'd get eaten... That'd hurt.
"Fish... No.. the bears... Ow."
He quickly loses interest in the conversation, or.. well it wasn't much of a conversation. In any case, he just wants to sleep. He lets out a frustrated huff and attempts to... Steal the Doctor's cricket jumper (?) by grabbing at it and immediately giving up as his hands just hurt too much when he moves them.
By the time the pair had reached the mountain, the sun had set and the cold had become apparent. The Doctor hadn't complained at all during their hike as to not alert his counterpart of his strain, yet he was about to do so for a different reason.
"Ah. What use is a torch when you can't see anything?"
He let out a frustrated huff, and as if the old torch had taken offense to his comment, it turned off. He gave it a few smacks to get it working again, its light illuminating the thick fog that surrounded them and mixed with the clouds of used air the cold made visible out of their mouths. He looked at the tracker, still nothing in sight.
"...Arthur was not lying about the cold... are we near? We have been walking for a while, we should be near, unless we're lost, but we can't- are we lost?"
...He was clearly frustrated. He looked at the Magister, expectant.
He remained quiet for a long moment, looking calm, too calm, almost a practiced level of calm, even, as he slowed to a stop and looked down at his phone, humming and lifting his head slightly and sniffing.
"Can you smell that?"
He doesn't wait for his response and turns sharply on his heels and pushed his way into the woods, stopping at the edge to wait for him to follow, and then heading through the thin treeline and into a clearing with a cabin, it was dark from the shade of the trees and the fog, but even with the faint light from the torch, it was obvious that there was a path through the woods on the other side of the small clearing.
"Signal is coming from in there and- ah... his phone's just died."
He frowned, staring at the cabin for a moment, before gesturing towards it.
"After you, my dear."
"Smell wh-? Hey!"
He followed, quick as he could, and as he walked he noticed the smell as well, which instead of bringing him relief seemed to further intensify the dread in his hearts.
The Doctor ran off to the door, only registering the Magister's words after he had reached it, thinking just cabin and person in danger. He knocked, not expecting someone to greet him, but just to announce himself.
"Arthur! Arthur, it's me, the Doctor!"
He exhaled, then allowing himself to catch his breath a bit, then attempting to open the door, which was a bit stuck. He managed to push it open with a few tries, then rushing inside to find the source of the fire, where he had said he was sleeping.
"Arthur?"
The cabin is dark, in the light of the torch the Doctor can see the fire in the fireplace that's now merely hot coals. The room looks.. messy, whatever pictures were on the walls are all torn down, lying on the floor, all face down. The chairs and other furniture are pushed aside haphazardly. In front of the fireplace is a pile of blankets and pillows from which he can faintly see a few strands of bright red hair peeking out.
The air inside the cabin may be slightly warmer than outside but not by more than a degree or two.
"Doctor...? You're not... Real though... You.. said.. told me..."
The pile of blankets shifts slightly as Arthur speaks, his voice is quiet and a bit raspy, he trails off with each word, as if it was too difficult to string together a coherent sentence.
He'd followed in behind him, glancing around the cabin for a moment, and then closing the door behind them to keep as much heat in as possible as he noticed the lack of heat inside the building.
His eyes land on Arthur, bundled under the blankets and he frowns at his mumbling, then moves around him, grabbing a chair and moving to the fireplace, breaking it up and setting the wooden shards inside it and digging through his pocket, pulling out a lighter and carefully setting it alight, making sure the fire didn't grow too quickly, and once it was at a manageble level, grabbing a nearby pot and pulling a bottle of water out of his pocket, pouring it into the pot, and setting it by the fire to boil.
While that was boiling, he turned to watch the Doctor and Arthur, keeping an eye on them, on Arthur mostly, but not making any comments, not yet, anyway, he had to focus on making sure Arthur could survive the walk back to the van, to the TARDISes, Vera's would be best, he needed the medbay, and the one in the Doctor's was in use and his two... well-
"Well that's not... good..."
The Doctor crouched, gently sliding a hand over his forehead, far too cold to the touch for his liking. He carefully lifted his head, so he'd look at him, his eyes darting across his face and chest as if it wasn't obvious yet to him that his breath was considerably slow, and his mumblings incoherent. He searched for his pulse, his hearts were clearly struggling. The guilt-ridden Time Lord sent a concerned look to the Magister, which softened slightly as he noticed he had been taking care of the fire.
He returned his attention to Arthur, lowering his head again and sliding himself under the blankets, pressing his body against him as to share some of his body heat, and then tucking in the blankets. It was the least he could do.
"I'm here now, okay? I am terribly sorry, I... if I hadn't delayed you wouldn't be this bad, but I'm here now."
He stayed silent for a moment, pondering, that the young, freezing Time Lord had waited long enough to assimilate his absence might as well have meant he did not exist, that he could have been a moment too late, that his neglect could have resulted in a rather excruciating regeneration, and worse, a failing attempt, if his organs were to struggle as much as to keep his body working.
Of course, it was solely his fault, and he did not deserve the help the Magister was offering with managing the situation. Yet, Arthur did. He barely noticed his own body had begun to generate a small, soothing rocking motion, as if from instinct.
"...We are here. And we'll get you to safety, okay...?"
He looked over at the Magister again, worry all over his face.
"I'm afraid one of his hearts has a slight arrhythmia, I... will we be able to move him safely? It's a long walk..."
Arthur mumbles something incoherently about 'ghosts' and 'the cold'. He struggles to keep his eyes open, this Doctor looks.. different... Blurry.. for one. And not like the one that was there before... Or wasn't..
Arthur's eyes close and when he opens them again, he notices time has passed by, far too quickly.. everyone has moved. He knows someone is next to him, instinctively he moves closer to them, curling up like a cat to absorb as much warmth as he can. When his rational mind catches up, he realises it is the Doctor that's next to him. He doesn't really think of the implications of any of it. He just knows this is good. The Doctor always fixes things... Everything will be alright now.
By the time the pair had reached the mountain, the sun had set and the cold had become apparent. The Doctor hadn't complained at all during their hike as to not alert his counterpart of his strain, yet he was about to do so for a different reason.
"Ah. What use is a torch when you can't see anything?"
He let out a frustrated huff, and as if the old torch had taken offense to his comment, it turned off. He gave it a few smacks to get it working again, its light illuminating the thick fog that surrounded them and mixed with the clouds of used air the cold made visible out of their mouths. He looked at the tracker, still nothing in sight.
"...Arthur was not lying about the cold... are we near? We have been walking for a while, we should be near, unless we're lost, but we can't- are we lost?"
...He was clearly frustrated. He looked at the Magister, expectant.
He remained quiet for a long moment, looking calm, too calm, almost a practiced level of calm, even, as he slowed to a stop and looked down at his phone, humming and lifting his head slightly and sniffing.
"Can you smell that?"
He doesn't wait for his response and turns sharply on his heels and pushed his way into the woods, stopping at the edge to wait for him to follow, and then heading through the thin treeline and into a clearing with a cabin, it was dark from the shade of the trees and the fog, but even with the faint light from the torch, it was obvious that there was a path through the woods on the other side of the small clearing.
"Signal is coming from in there and- ah... his phone's just died."
He frowned, staring at the cabin for a moment, before gesturing towards it.
"After you, my dear."
"Smell wh-? Hey!"
He followed, quick as he could, and as he walked he noticed the smell as well, which instead of bringing him relief seemed to further intensify the dread in his hearts.
The Doctor ran off to the door, only registering the Magister's words after he had reached it, thinking just cabin and person in danger. He knocked, not expecting someone to greet him, but just to announce himself.
"Arthur! Arthur, it's me, the Doctor!"
He exhaled, then allowing himself to catch his breath a bit, then attempting to open the door, which was a bit stuck. He managed to push it open with a few tries, then rushing inside to find the source of the fire, where he had said he was sleeping.
"Arthur?"
The cabin is dark, in the light of the torch the Doctor can see the fire in the fireplace that's now merely hot coals. The room looks.. messy, whatever pictures were on the walls are all torn down, lying on the floor, all face down. The chairs and other furniture are pushed aside haphazardly. In front of the fireplace is a pile of blankets and pillows from which he can faintly see a few strands of bright red hair peeking out.
The air inside the cabin may be slightly warmer than outside but not by more than a degree or two.
"Doctor...? You're not... Real though... You.. said.. told me..."
The pile of blankets shifts slightly as Arthur speaks, his voice is quiet and a bit raspy, he trails off with each word, as if it was too difficult to string together a coherent sentence.
Hello Arthur, are you holding up well? We have arrived to Vera's TARDIS, now it'll take us a bit to move everything, but we'll be going towards you soon. Please stay cautious, don't go out and take care, alright?
-The Doctor ( @tremastersweb )
Doctor! Hello, i uh.. i missed you.. um.. I've just been asleep for a while.. and it's got colder up here, i tried to go out to get more firewood but it's... It's really foggy, like.. can't see two meters in front of me foggy.
I think I'll just have to put the remaining firewood from the cabin on and hope it lasts till you get here. It's rather miserable, there's no food besides the little cocoa left in that tin and um.. a few moldy potatoes that I'd rather not touch.. and i think the isolation is getting to me. I haven't actually seen a living person since i got here, and the old photos framed on the wall just make it worse, like I'm being watched by dead people-
Oh god I'm completely rambling, i must sound out of my mind, I'm sorry. I.. think I'll just curl up by the fire and.. sleep some more...
Hello Arthur, I am so very sorry, we got a bit delayed. We are now getting fuel to make sure we can reach you without issue, just... hold on until we're there, alright? It will only be a few hours now.
Ah... do you think there's any furniture you can throw in the fire? A chair, perhaps? Again, I don't think it's a good idea to go out. I have some food prepared, there's still plenty more in the TARDIS, I'll make sure to get you something warm to drink, alright? If the pictures disturb you, you may cover them, or turn them around perhaps, well, I'm not sure whether that would be disrespectful, but your health is more important right now!
Oh, that's.. it's alright. The fire is still burning for now..not much though... and it is getting colder... I guess i could burn some of the chairs if it comes to that but it feels so wrong, they're all so... Nicely made..
And i don't really want to touch those pictures, it feels like they'll reach out of their frames and grab me with their cold, dead hands- i.. um.. I've just been hiding under the blankets i found... At least they can't see me that way... I hope...
I hope you get here soon... I'm getting all cold... And tired..
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- )̶͖͖̝̮̥̐̌̔̍͋́̔̚̚͝H̴̺̮͓̉̀́̇̒͊͒͠E̷̢͔̹͕̦͔̞̖̞̽ͅ ̸̗̞̘͖̦̜̟͎̑̅̆͑͘:̴̧̨̱͓͕̆A̵͖̖̜͐̍̈́͛*̸̨̛̤̮͍̬̱̝̓̑̎͝ͅ'̸̗̥̈́̇͑̾̈́͆̇|̴̨̩̹̓͌͋͂̀̀̚̚̚͠͝R̷̡̙͉̱̯̭̻̬̖̤͗͑͋͛̎̈́͜͝
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Ow ow ow I can't read that at all, it hurts to look at- I'm sorry
A̴̹̬̟̠̬̠̓̀̊̂͜ ̴̻̲̳͖̥͓́͠:̵͈̥̰̘̾̈́̀̎̈́ ̸̖̳͍͖͈͐̔̊̓̈&̸̛͉̯̭̬͔̣͙́̆͆ ̴̭͍͔̾͑̋̅̎̈́]̴͔͖̆̀̽̓̑̚̕͜͠ ̵͔̋̈́̒Û̵͍̠̪̰̋̽͂̒̌́̀ͅ ̵̛̛̖͖̰̀̆̀͊̽͗͘͝$̵̬̤͕̞̭̘̰͒̌͗̽̈́͝ ̸̛͚̬̬̟̞̓.̸̺̝̗̦̥̼̃͆̀̇̅͌̀͘͠ ̸̢̮̝̩̦̩̳̒̒͋̌̈́.̷̥͉͓̂͂̓̏͊̚͠ ̵̩̟̯͙̰̓̾̆̈́͛͂̓͛̕.̸̞̳̭̲̥̼̱̣͖̑̒̐̽̽̓̕͠
- T̴̳͎͇͍͖̠̱̏́)̶̵̢̢̝̘̙͍̥̠̘̬͕̗͔͒͐̓̓͐̔̔̄͗͘ͅ ̶̢͓̹̻͒͆̒͌̚'̶̧̧̝̫̲̤͌̽ͅ>̶̶̨̢͓̱̰̣͓̖͓̤͊̋̓́͘͘͝_̸̡̭̲̼͉̮͇̇̅́̈́̇̈́̌E̸̜͍͈̿̃́̾́̂̀̌̚͜͝R̴͒͐́̀͋͜͠
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Are you trying to write my name?
I'm very cold... How much longer do you think... Before... You get here...?
À̷̧͐>̴̫͚̆̏͠T̵͙̃%̴̦͎͊͂"̷͕̎͗/̶̟͑͠
- T̸̺̹̯̑%̸̺̹̌͂͛$̷̳͌͜ ̶̯̪̙̍͗͝"̵̗͂͌͘@̴̙͒̑̽'̸̢̟͕́̎T̸͚͙̓̐͝"̵̰̘̄R̸͍͆͑ͅ
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I.. i still can't read that, it's all.. glitchy.. or maybe it's the cold...
]&T/<R...
- ]]~ +[S_ER
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Uh.. i can't... Read that.. i think the signal is being wonky..
Hello Arthur, are you holding up well? We have arrived to Vera's TARDIS, now it'll take us a bit to move everything, but we'll be going towards you soon. Please stay cautious, don't go out and take care, alright?
-The Doctor ( @tremastersweb )
Doctor! Hello, i uh.. i missed you.. um.. I've just been asleep for a while.. and it's got colder up here, i tried to go out to get more firewood but it's... It's really foggy, like.. can't see two meters in front of me foggy.
I think I'll just have to put the remaining firewood from the cabin on and hope it lasts till you get here. It's rather miserable, there's no food besides the little cocoa left in that tin and um.. a few moldy potatoes that I'd rather not touch.. and i think the isolation is getting to me. I haven't actually seen a living person since i got here, and the old photos framed on the wall just make it worse, like I'm being watched by dead people-
Oh god I'm completely rambling, i must sound out of my mind, I'm sorry. I.. think I'll just curl up by the fire and.. sleep some more...
OOC: An illustration of Arthur at the present moment
Hello, I'm very sorry you've found yourself in this situation again, and that I'm just seeing all of this now! I see the Magister is on the case, I'm sure he'll be able to pinpoint your location in no time!
For now, try to keep calm, well, as calm as possible... stay in the same room, make sure you cover all entries that might invite the cold in, several layers of insulating materials such as blankets, or in a pinch paper, even pieces of wood... whatever you have available. With that you should have enough to keep warm for a while after putting out the fire, I should think.
This is the Doctor, by the way.
( @tremastersweb )
Hello! And uh, thank you for caring.
I found that the cabin has window shutters, they're wooden and all, i don't feel as scared of the toclafane seeing the light from in here.
I found some old coat in the attic, i hope this and all the blankets will be enough to keep me from freezing till um.. well till someone gets here i suppose
Ah, good, that's very good! Well that will depend on distance as well, unless... But that might be out of the question right now? I'm not sure, hm... Anyways! we will try to get there as soon as possible. Do you have any idea of how you may have gotten here...? I mean, it's one thing to get stuck at the beginning of a paradox of this magnitude, but to get back in it again, and at this point in development...?
I.. i don't know how i got back here..
It was.. it was just.. scary and then
I saw him again in my own timeline.. i think..
Saxon i mean
He was
There
He stole the TARDIS and... Then i woke up here?
That's what happened i think.. unless I'm remembering everything wrong..
I really don't know what is real at this point
Saxon, in your timeline?... Oh you are way too far from home... Things just keep complicating more and more, huh.
Right, it seems to me like you are quite confused, it is very possible your memories have gotten somewhat jumbled from such a shift in timelines... You were once here before, you know what the Toclafane are, and the current situation, correct? I think the best we can do is stick together for now, uh, well, when we get you, that is! Then we can find a solution, once you adjust- Hm.
...So, tell me, Arthur is it? Well that's a nice sounding name. Is it possible you are related to Robin, by any chance?
Robin? I uh.. I don't know anyone named Robin but it's a nice name... I might keep it in mind for if i ever get a new kitten or something..
I suppose I'm just confused from the.. the timeline thing.. i... Don't quite understand it.. I mean it must've been a year or two since i... Since i remember being here last time... It doesn't make any sense... I feel.. lost.
I... see. What a strange coincidence, then.
Ah, but this paradox is supposed to last for one year! It's been only a few months since it started for us, I'm afraid it'll still last for a while. Of course, whatever has caused your, uh, jump to call it some way, it must have placed you in this precise moment. Just like travelling through time, arriving at any given point, it won't follow the equivalent to your personal experienced timed necessarily... Ah does that clear things up a bit, or am I just rambling? In any case, hopefully we can get you back to your own place before the paradox is over. We will find you, alright?
Thank you, i.. suppose that makes sense.
i uh.. think I'm going to take a nap... And hopefully not get killed before you get here...
Hello, I'm very sorry you've found yourself in this situation again, and that I'm just seeing all of this now! I see the Magister is on the case, I'm sure he'll be able to pinpoint your location in no time!
For now, try to keep calm, well, as calm as possible... stay in the same room, make sure you cover all entries that might invite the cold in, several layers of insulating materials such as blankets, or in a pinch paper, even pieces of wood... whatever you have available. With that you should have enough to keep warm for a while after putting out the fire, I should think.
This is the Doctor, by the way.
( @tremastersweb )
Hello! And uh, thank you for caring.
I found that the cabin has window shutters, they're wooden and all, i don't feel as scared of the toclafane seeing the light from in here.
I found some old coat in the attic, i hope this and all the blankets will be enough to keep me from freezing till um.. well till someone gets here i suppose
Ah, good, that's very good! Well that will depend on distance as well, unless... But that might be out of the question right now? I'm not sure, hm... Anyways! we will try to get there as soon as possible. Do you have any idea of how you may have gotten here...? I mean, it's one thing to get stuck at the beginning of a paradox of this magnitude, but to get back in it again, and at this point in development...?
I.. i don't know how i got back here..
It was.. it was just.. scary and then
I saw him again in my own timeline.. i think..
Saxon i mean
He was
There
He stole the TARDIS and... Then i woke up here?
That's what happened i think.. unless I'm remembering everything wrong..
I really don't know what is real at this point
Saxon, in your timeline?... Oh you are way too far from home... Things just keep complicating more and more, huh.
Right, it seems to me like you are quite confused, it is very possible your memories have gotten somewhat jumbled from such a shift in timelines... You were once here before, you know what the Toclafane are, and the current situation, correct? I think the best we can do is stick together for now, uh, well, when we get you, that is! Then we can find a solution, once you adjust- Hm.
...So, tell me, Arthur is it? Well that's a nice sounding name. Is it possible you are related to Robin, by any chance?
Robin? I uh.. I don't know anyone named Robin but it's a nice name... I might keep it in mind for if i ever get a new kitten or something..
I suppose I'm just confused from the.. the timeline thing.. i... Don't quite understand it.. I mean it must've been a year or two since i... Since i remember being here last time... It doesn't make any sense... I feel.. lost.
