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"Dad, I know you better then up I think I do, and I know what that face means. What happened?" Kat looked at him, concerned. That’s his anger face. His, "don’t-talk-to-me-I’m-busy" face.
“ Kat, you've you've almost always had me. I've barely ever left your side. Have you ever thought that was intentional? ” [ he's so afraid, no matter how he appears. he's terrified of losing her; of hurting her; of breaking her. ]
[ it better have been because when has he ever been great at reassuring himself ] [ even if he was the younger one this time, he can still see the look on his face. ] No, Thursdays never do. Sadly. Wish they did. Could there ever be a good Thursday?
Sundays are worse. [ he's not bitter, no. he just despises certain days of the week. ] Wednesdays are fun, though.
{ hey bruised meme thing kay sorry } [ the kind angel, as he remembers her. hael. his basic saviour. ] "Hael?" [ the name is spoken cautiously, like a secret upon a secret-holder's tongue. he gulps. finger marks, he's sure. ] "Hael, what happened?"
[ The Doctor’s here now, the young face, with the oldest eyes ever. ] [ He noticed them, and she ducked her head and looked away. ]
“Nothing happened, Doctor. Just—” “Ran into an old, friend, of sorts.”
[ There’s a beat where all she can do is stare at him. She’s a little— what’s the word? Shocked? Surprised? Whatever it is, it’s not changing her decision. Of course she’s going to go, but the question is where? ]
[ Or is when a better one? ]
"Really? Anywhere, in the whole universe?"
[ Maybe disbelief is the word, or excitement. The two are fighting for a place on her face. ]
“ Anywhere, Hael. Anywhere, anywhen. In the whole universe. ” [ the angel currently seems to be the embodiment of awe, and the doctor's face twists into a happy one, one almost without regret, without fear. but not entirely. he's still scared for her, still worried, but he shoves it to the back of his mind and pushes his hand to her. ] “ or all of it. ”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
[ what had they been fighting about? arguments have never been the doctor’s strong point– he always seems to lose. some losses, though, are more flamboyant and dangerous than others, and arguments with clara oswald tend to be among those. ][ she’s the most fantastical, insane person he’s ever known, and everyone he’s ever met or travelled with must have been impossibly nuts to even be acquainted with him. he tends to refuse communication if they seem too sane. ][ she’s never said that before, he’s sure. it isn’t exactly something he’d easily forget: clara oswald saying the fabled three words. his memory is near perfect. ]“C-Clara, I—”[ the rest of that sentence finally sinks in, and it leaves him with shaky breaths and a frozen look of love-mixed-with-fear pasted to the sharp features of his face. ]“S-sorry…”
She supposed that she really should have expected him to repeat her words, but she really hadn’t. Her courage almost left her— almost. She found her footing again quickly and looked back up at him with a smile.
"Well, that’s good."
What was she saying? Good? It was more than good. The word good didn’t even begin to describe her feelings. She quickly tried to think of a word that could describe what she felt, a way to backtrack on what she had already say. A way to stop herself from sounding so bloody dismissive.
So she did the first thing that came into her mind, without properly thinking it through first. She stood up tall, her hands coming up to the back of his head, and she pressed her lips against his.
[ his hearts skip a beat one, two, three, four beats and he finds himself eyes wide, arms waving kissing rather confusedly back. his love has been so shielded for so long; he's fought so hard against it and now now he finds he can't breathe, but that he's okay with it. now his mind is empty, but he's okay with it. now he's horrifically vulnerable, but he's never felt safer. it's clara, the fabled light at the end of the tunnel for which he's waited so long. ] [ eventually, his hands find their way tentatively to her back, and he clings on for dear life. his feelings are well-invested and confirmed. he loves clara oswald, and she, apparently, loves him, and now he's brave in the face of the danger of it all. ]
00:00:00
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
[ souffle girl. his little impossibility. she’s cute, and bossy, and damn distractiing. he’s a busy man, especially when she’s around. he has no need for silly clocks. ][ it’s a wednesday, he thinks, so he’s visiting. adventures await them. ][ the strides he takes from the tardis doors have always been considered as idiotic and hilarious, and today’s selection does not stray from this stereotype. his bouncing walk to her front door is accompanied by the biggest, goofiest grin to ever be sported by one so powerful. his insanity is grand, the kind that one would easily describe as good natured. ][ as the door swings open, he stands, grinning impossibly broadly at his feet. ]“Clara!” [ he grabs her hand, and begins pulling her to the blue box, and it’s only when he goes to open the doors that he catches a glimpse of his wrist. ] 00:00:00 [ he gapes at his wrist, abandons his previous aims to open the door, and turns to her. ]“Clara, check your wrist.”
She let out a small flurry of laughter, letting herself be half-dragged, half-led into the TARDIS. She couldn’t be happier right now; she honestly hadn’t ever expected this to happen. Hadn’t even let herself dwell on the possibility, in fact, as she’d believed it to be so impossible.
"Where’re we going then, chin boy?" She asked as she crossed the threshold of the TARDIS, unable to keep the ever so slight teasing tone from her voice as she said his nickname.
“ Well, impossible girl ” [ he spins to look down at her again as the doors swing closed, and his happiness, somehow, grows further. she's so beautiful; the stars shine in her smile and time is reflected in her eyes and she's the universe compacted into a sliver of pure light. that's clara: the light to guide his way. ] “ somewhere… awesome? ”
Sorry, explain that again? You’re going to do what to that alien?
It drove off a cliff, right? well, we're going to catch it!
{I know we have a thread already going on, but screw that} "Make me."
ooc;
dude, we should have like a million threadsalso forgive me for making this definingly happy.
[ his grin broadens even more so when she says that. ][ she simply isn’t playing it right— he can’t be blamed for wanting to teach her. monopoly. game of kings. and that is not where you move! ][ he has a sneaking suspicion that clara learnt to play with certain… house rules, and it’s widely known that the official rules of monopoly state that house rules may not be used. ][ of course, he’s already explained this to miss oswald multiple times, but each time she either ignores him and continues or drops a snarky comment. and now he’s telling her to move her counter back three spaces, and she’s telling him to make her. ][ oh, clara… ][ he rounds the table to stand behind her, and places his hands firmly on her shoulders. ]“I will.”[ he begins tickling her, and grins as he does so. ]
“Don’t even think about it…” she said weakly, having lost all interest in the rest of this conversation. She got up and said: “I’m gonna get something to drink…” before heading off to the kitchen, both wanting to actually get something to drink and wanting to get away from the Doctor before he started tickling her again.
[ he chuckles as she leaves, and rolls onto his back. clara's taking him too seriously no, if he were to tickle her again, it'd be purely because it's funny, as opposed to because it makes her uncomfortable. ] [ he jumps to his feet and strides to the console, setting everything but destination. ] “ where do you want to go? ”
{Hi bruised meme sorry} [ his impossible girl. the magic of clara oswald, shattered without so much as a how do you do. he's not nosey, no. just concerned. ]"C-Clara?"[ yes, he can see it clearly now: oh dear. ]"Clara, who did this?"
“It’s nothing… really, Doctor, I’m fine…” she replied, looking away from him. She didn’t want to look at his eyes, filled with concern.
“Yes, it’s not my responsibility to worry about you. And vice versa.” She sighed. They just couldn’t get on the same page. “We’ll just have to agree to disagree on this subject.” If she couldn’t convince him to stop worrying, then she won’t.
[ no, she’s wrong. she must be she must be. ] [ he has to worry. he’s supposed to protect he’s supposed to protect her, no matter what. and he failed. ] [ but he shuts up, at least hoping to help her past it even if she isn’t the one mulling. ] “ Fine. ” “ What do you want me to do? ”
The entirety of his body language joins the roll of his eyes at the Doctor, “Brilliant,” he says sarcastically. No point in worrying about it now though, cross that bridge when it comes. Well if it comes, which he hopes that it never does.
“So, where are we?” he questions. Wondering where exactly they mill about when he and Amy are sleeping and what kind of tinkering the Time Lord does during that time. Does he ever leave the ship when they’re in their room?
“” “ joking, Rory. Joking. ” [ he chuckles and turns back to the console. rory seems to take the doctor far too seriously for a giraffe. he hasn't got much in the way of 'being a grown-up'. ] “ We're floating. ” “ in space. ” [ he finds the view fabulously beautiful when it's so silent. he can't sit still, not for a second unless there's something amazing to distract him. ] “ It's nice to watch. ”
"I can do tha…" She trailed off. One of the men glared at them, and she recognized him immediately.
Routine mission, for her at least. Torch and get the hell out. This time, it was a group selling classified information from miscellaneous sources. She burned the frame of a window, and took out the panes, and then she was in.
It was a massive records room, but all paper and wood and cardboard.
This wouldn’t take long.
She raised a hand, and swung it down, fire trailing from it and engulfing a wall of the room. A man shouted behind her, and she recognized the click of a gun’s safety and turned in time to see a man in a suit raise it at her.
She fanned her wings and flew out the way she’d come, but not before having to dodge a couple of shots.
"Doctor, listen to me. Keep your head down, eyes up, do not make eye contact with anyone. If someone starts shooting at us, which is fairly likely, you are going to listen to me. Do you understand?”
“” [ he stops in his tracks, eyes flickering up at her for only a second before finding their way to his feet. ] [ {s.h.i.e.l.d.}. government, and, apparently, enemies. but, then again, what government would exist without incriminating a few? ] [ the signal's almost non-existent now, and his heart sinks a little. this could have been a fun, non-dying day. how foolish of him to ever be so hopeful. ] “ Yes. ” “ Why, exactly? ”
“Just because it was centuries ago doesn’t mean it hurts any less.”
[ The words are mumbled, barely more than a whisper. Seems they both have their share of pain in their pasts. She’s keeping her voice low, and doesn’t move her hand from where it rests. If it’s comfort, she can provide that. ]
[ A small smile flickers across her face, acknowledging his comment and remembering her own. There’s more she wasn’t to know, more questions she wants to ask, but now’s not the time. ]
[ Best to change the subject now. ]
"So then, what do you do?" ”You can only go so long without finding something to keep your mind out of the darkness, what’s your escape?”
[ so it's true what they say: angels have a streak of kindness. ] [ omission's a sin just as lying, and it hurts just the same. he can hear the pain in her voice, just the tiniest of pointers that he isn't exactly the only one in the room crumbling. ] [ he's glad she moves on. if her questioning had continued, he may have broken down. ] “ I travel. ” “ Continuously. I never stop. ” [ because he can't. ] “ What do you do? ”
[ during the time of this war nobody is supposed to be here; not when the master has an errand to take care of. but an intruder waits - just an old man in a room filled with gallifreyan presence. nobody special. she greets him with a quick glance and grimaces at the age that stains his wrinkled body. the weakness that surrounds him. disgusting. ] [ she ignores his questions while taking next steps closer towards the wall that means more than any gift, the laser screwdriver ready to take an attempt, yet she knows there is nothing more needed than one name. the smile widens, reflecting the insanity hidden in the safety of the mind that beats four. ] [ and there it is. the crack in the fabric of time and space. the living testament of time lords. the power so great to start another path of battles. the reason for a war to consume a planet. when the master stares at it, she can imagine the consequences of what is planned for the evening. they make her laugh again. ] ❝—Get out of here, gramps. Your mission is done, and so I will let you live, even if you don’t have that much time left.❞ [ her senses are deceived by the feeling of the species, making her unable to sense who that suffering from old age man really is. yet, on the other hand, the master doesn’t care. she stands in front of the crack, but just to lower herself to the floor and touch the broken surface of the wall in next minute. touch the rays of the energy that escapes it. ] ❝—So long I’ve waited for it. Oh, so, so long! And now, just look at you. A bunch of scared little Lords waiting there to be saved, that’s what you are. But there’s nothing for you here. No, no, no. Nothing. Just me. Wait, how did you call me, again? A disease made by your own hands? Well, that I’m grateful for.❞ [ as her fingers start tapping the rhythm of four, she leans in closer. ] ❝—Can you hear me? Are you there, Lord President, sir? Are you listening closely? Better be! Because now I’m going to give you what you want. The answer.❞ [ she doesn’t care if that old human is still there. none of his business. now it’s all about the revenge, the perfect revenge that soon will happen. ]
[ if she had paid attention to the 'harmless' old man sat so comfortably in his chair, she would've noticed fear and realisation span his face like a wave, a tsunami of sudden knowledge. he's ancient, but he isn't stupid, nor has he forgotten any damn part of his life, particularly not his last regeneration. ]
[ she's him. how can she be him? ] [ all his life so loathed by so many and so much. the doctor's best friend turned arch nemesis turned saviour of earth and the universe. where do they stand now? he threatened her life and, in return, she saved his. the universe has always seen her as the villain, but in their little story, she righted her wrongs. ] “ ——–Master. ” [ the vague disgust in his voice is evidently not misplaced. her plan is to end the world; to restart the time war; to see trenzalore and gallifrey die in a mass of fire and ice and burning souls. such pain, such insanity, perpetually fuelling such anger and such hatred. the master, with all her lunacy and instability, can reveal the name in one breath; potentially end the universe in one breath. ] “ I'm surprised you haven't worked it out yet. It's not difficult, and you're not stupid. Much. ”
When he came near her, she pulled the knife from her own flesh and put the point to his throat. “Touch me and I’ll slit you open. We’ll see how you’ll try to manipulate me when you don’t have a larynx.”
“ I'm not– manipulating you. ” [ he can feel her blood against his neck, and it hurts more than it would were she to slit his throat. ] [ he didn't want this. he never wanted this. all he wants is for her to be happy. that's what he's always wanted. ] “ Susan, let me help. ”
"I got this far because I fought. I had to. Everything I am is programmed to survive no matter the cost." She twirled her knife. "So I hope you realize how serious I am…how far I’ll go to beat you."
“ Susan! ” [ beat him. that's the aim of this exercise. all because she lived. he wished to rejoice in her life, but she is forcing him to fear in it. ] [ he dashes forward to tend to her, to treat her. the doctor. there's a reason he chose the name. ] “ Susan, you have to stop this! I left you so you could be happy, not so you could destroy yourself. ”
[Brown iris watch him steadily, through her eyelashes—-so not to appear as though she cares: she doesn’t. But she’s watching anyway, because that’s what she was trained to do, watch.] [She’s killed a lot of people—-and some most wouldn’t even class as people too—-but when it comes to him he’s always slipping though her fingers; she can’t quite catch him. Just as she can’t quite see inside his head.] [Steel and heartlessness, cruelty, so much cruelty. He thinks of that when he sees her, she knows, yet, she’s not the only one with connotations to those words. He does too.] [——-And then, dark fingers reach out to brush against his own, because sometimes kindness is the cruellest you can be.] ❝Stay.❞ [Because she can’t let him get away, slip through her fingers again]
[ his hand twitches away as she reaches out. it suddenly occurs to him that, as a psychopath, this is probably her cruel idea of torture. making a victim die guilty must give such a thrill. ] [ and, boy, has she made him feel guilty. ] [ if you want to get to the doctor's heart, you do it through his failures, and there aren't many failures that hurt more than demon's run. at least not to this face. everything he attempted seemed to fail, but waited until he was convinced it was won. the memory of it is torture enough without having to face the one he failed most. ] “ No. ”
”Oh, well, it’s only been a hundred for me— guess I need to play catch up then, Doc.”
[ when jack hears the news about donna, however, his smile falters and the light fades from his eyes a bit. he had liked her, but the story of what the doctor’s been up to clears his heavy mind for the moment. ]
”You have been busy. Now, is it just me, or do you have a thing for gingers? —-I mean, Scottish girl had to have the hair.”
[ there’s a flicker of a smile, though, and a bittersweet expression finds its way onto jack’s face. a girl who’s died twice and travelling with the doctor, huh? ]
“And it seems you also have a thing for the impossible.”
[he winks.]
”I mean, just take me for example.”
[ he chuckles, shakes his head softly. jack's apparent complete love of life trumps even his own, sometimes. they'd probably make the most piss-taking team known to man. ]
“ Oh, she was the most ginger person you could ever meet. ” [ oh, and impossibility. it seems that no one's really impossible, just highly improbable. and the two most highly improbable people he knows wouldn't be highly improbably if the doctor hadn't barged into their lives. oh, such a poisonous friend. ] “ I should find an impossible ginger… ”
With all the things that the former Detective Inspector has seen and been through, one would have thought that this wouldn’t shake him up as much as it did.
But, it did.
His jaw is open, eyes round as a police box seemingly materialized out of thin air— seemingly? it had!— and if that wasn’t all, a man bounded from it— a bit odd, if you asked Gregory, but who was he to judge?
And yet—
"Who the bloody hell are you?”
“ Oi! Don't swear! ” [ he raises his eyebrows. he's making a serious habit of landing directly in front of people— or, alternatively, in confined spaces barely big enough for the tardis itself. ] [ shock. awe. the very emotions that strike people's hearts as they watch her phase into existence. ] “ I'm the Doctor; who are you? ”
