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she'd been trying not to think about it . but the day had been far from normal . she assumed everyone else would be non - the - wiser , the mundane going about in their ignorant bliss . but here was belinda , bright and sharp , proving her wrong . eyes look upon other with a newfound respect , and mind raced with questions . " yeah , it's been . . . weird , right ? can't quite put my finger on it . "
every inch of her aches, so to sit down for even a couple of minutes brings relief. legs stretch out in front of her, allowing sore muscles and tender feet a chance to relax. ❝ my last patient, the one with the bite, it was like nothing i've seen before. she couldn't even remember what bit her or where it even come from. just said she'd woken up with it. ❞ brows crease even further. ❝ that's weird, right? you'd probably remember something that big biting you. ❞
sliding down the tardis door to sit on the floor , victor would swat at this belinda if he wasn't so frozen with fear. in place of swatting her , fighting like a rabid animal , he merely yanks his hands away from hers , curling up small to try and be further away from her. stupid fucking therapy breathing while they're in a screaming death trap that he still isn't sure is real. HE COULD SCREAM HIMSELF , BUT HE CAN'T FIND HIS VOICE. instead , he just glares at her , willfully ignoring her little exercises. ❛❛ i don't need a god damn doctor. ❜❜ he manages to spit out , venomous. and in the same breath , he thinks———maybe i do. maybe he's right , and this actually isn't real. maybe he really did take too much this time and this is it , the only real thing some emt hovering over him , trying to get him to breath. but why would a new york emt be british ? and if these sounds aren't real , why the hell are they so loud ? maybe he's under attack. maybe all the internet conspiracy theorists tommy listens to are right , and the first alien apocalypse on earth is targeting him specifically. that would be just his luck. chest going tight again , he looks at belinda with wide , fearful eyes , and hugs close to his knees , hiding his head. ❛❛ please don't hurt me. i just want to go home. i'm like the least important human you could've abducted. ❜❜
hands raise, palms forward, to show she means no ill-intent. belinda just wants to help. after all, she was like him once. it seems like a whole lifetime ago that those robots came crashing into her home, taking her away to a universe she didn't understand. all she wanted was to go home. see her parents, her nan, and go to work. the stars didn't interest her. not at the time, anyway. recently, though . . all the things she's seen . . her mind might be starting to change. ❝ he's not really a doctor, that's just his name. which, yeah, it's stupid. why call yourself a doctor if you haven't - anyway, i am actually a nurse, and i think you might be having a panic attack so it's important that you focus on your breathing. ❞ easier said than done, apparently. belinda backs up slightly, giving victor more space to process his new surroundings. the tardis isn't helping much, as it whirrs and groans in, what she thinks, is pain. something is really wrong. ❝ i'm not an alien. i'm just . . i'm from the future, yeah? 2025, to be specific. my ex bought me a star and accidentally made me queen - it's a long story. ❞ head shakes. not the time and place. ❝ i'll get you home. well, i'll try. i've never flown this thing on my own. ❞
as mason turns to begin slicing up the roast , it dawns on him that this home cooked meal might be a rare thing for his new nurse friend. most of his friends are in the arts , so he doesn't know anything about what it may be like to work in a medical field. he's heard of the long hours , the grueling work & the emotions that run during incredibly tough situations , but he could never say he really knows exactly what a medical provider does or goes through consistently. scheduling time with belinda for this hangout day did take a bit of effort on both their parts , so it makes mason wonder how busy she keeps herself & how often she allows herself a bit of fun. he's heard that shifts at a hospital usually go over the basic eight hours most have come to know , but imagine doing that four to five days a week ? if that were mason , he'd probably be eating instant ramen noodles again like he first did when he lived on his own. poor belinda . . . she probably doesn't have a lot of time to cook things like this. thank fuck i didn't fuck it up , mason thinks , smiling as he brings over a well dished up plate with maybe an extra scoop of mashed potatoes. there's a sense of pride & happiness that swells over him over the possibility of being the one to provide her a bit of peace during a hectic work week. if he can do that for her , then he's well on his way to making up for her help in getting him healed after his falling off the stage fiasco.
❝ your thoughts on new york sounds like what i thought i'd experience when i first moved here. ❞ mason joins belinda at his little dining room table , the space small but big enough for two people. as they settle in , he notices his cat bumblebee already making herself comfortable under the table , snuggling up to belinda's legs & purring happily against her. cute. ❝ i thought i'd see a show every week , but then i forgot that going to shows cost money & it was like , more money than my parents would ever allow me to spend. reality set in real quick , especially since i did my best not to rely on my parents funds during my time at NYU. ❞ mason takes a bite of the roast , trying his best not to melt at the taste. damn . . . i did that ? hell yeah i did ! ❝ anyways , so party. you're in ? its probably not gonna be at the theatre ━━ weirdly enough , i have more painter & graphic designer friends than fellow actors. ❞ he laughs , grabbing for the bottle of wine & refilling both his & belinda's glasses. ❝ hmmm . . . honestly ? anything casual would be okay. i'm probably not the best person to ask about this. i mean , i shop at thrift stores all the time. my fashion vibes are very . . . unique. ❞ well , his fashion sense is nonexistent , but there's no need to roast himself ( they have enough roast to focus on anyway ). ❝ but no one will be judging you for your outfit. wear whatever you want ! unless , you plan on maybe wooing a cute artist or something , then by all means , dress a little more fancy if you want. ❞ he winks.
belinda's practically drooling by the time she's handed the plate. she wills herself to show restraint, to take small bites at a time. it only occurs to her then how little she's had to eat all day, just a bowl of cereal for breakfast and pizza roll for lunch. she's still getting used to american foods, how their ready meals are different from the ones back home. how everything is oddly the same and yet so different at the same time. so, this is nice. an actual roast dinner, like the kind she would have on a sunday with her mates at the pub. though, of course, there's a few british touches missing. no yorkshire puddings or roast potatoes. maybe she'll have to return the favour and treat mason to a proper english roast. with a few of her twists, of course. the way her amma used to make, passed down from her nan when she first came to england. ❝ this is delicious. ❞ fork digs back into the mashed potato, spearing a bit of beef for her next mouthful. her stomach lets out a grumble of appreciation, which pulls a laugh from belinda. ❝ i can't tell you how long it's been since i had proper homecooked food. ❞
it seems like they both got fooled by the idea of life in the city. fun, free, and single. except everything costs more money than she has at any given point and the only time she meets people is in the emergency room, hardly the place for a meet cute. even if grey's anatomy would have you think otherwise. ❝ you went to nyu? that's amazing! what was it like? ❞ everything about his life is fascinating to her. after all, they're two very different people. the actor and the nurse. an unlikely duo, yet mason puts her at ease. as if they've known each other much longer than a couple of days. even her roommates, who she often passes like ships in the night, have barely given her a second thought. oh, they were fascinated by her and her pronunciation of water at first, but the novelty soon wore off. ❝ alright, i'm in. ❞ she probably has something in her wardrobe that could pass as party attire or, at least, close enough. her first new york party. belinda feels practically giddy as she takes another bite of her meal. this is what she thought it would be like. meeting exciting, creative, people. dancing and singing and drinking the night away. the kind of night she doesn't tell her amma about. yet the mention of wooing a cute artist causes her to almost choke on her food. ❝ oh, christ, i don't think i even remember how to flirt. i haven't so much as smiled at anyone since - ❞ allen. she really doesn't want to talk about him. ❝ i'm not sure i really want a relationship, anyway. ❞
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ( a collection of various location prompts centered around time & weather. feel free to adjust as desired. )
[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.
actually you know what? forget epic loves, belinda deserves a soft love. someone who's going to take care of her in the same way that she takes care of literally everyone else, because she's absolutely the kind of person who burns herself out in the aid of helping others. she needs someone who's going to make sure she gets enough sleep, and eats properly, and makes time for self care. someone she can just share all the mundane life things with, like doing the dishes, and cleaning the shower, and hoovering the living room. she just needs someone who understands her, because that's real love
it’s nearly 2am this reignited my anger belinda chandra you deserved the whole universe
truly my favourite thing about belinda is her natural ability to care. like she cares so deeply and so sincerely. it urges her forward in everything, because she has to help. she has the skills and the knowledge and the ability so why wouldn’t she?? just the very definition of be the change you want to see in the world
belinda knows him well. he's anxious to get moving, ready to rush to the ship's forward batteries and get to work. damn this injury, these stiches, and whatever cybernetics chakwas and @be1indas had to use in order to patch him up. sure, he's alive, but he's stuck. he's waiting. let him roam the new ship and see the changes cerberus made to his old stomping grounds. let belinda tour him around the place, point out her favorite features, and smile that pretty smile garrus has grown fond of over time.
"i suppose we have to thank them for that. for shepard." garrus glances out the medbay windows, breathing slowly as he watches a few members of the crew eat in the nearby dining hall. "they clearly brought her back for a reason, and if she's out here collecting allies, old friends... she said something about the collectors?" garrus turns his attention back to belinda, and a rush of warmth floods his insides. her familiar presence (and, once again, that smile) has an effortless way of soothing all the aches and pains within garrus vakarian's chest. a weight floats off his shoulders. he settles on the surgical cot, releasing a sigh. "and... yes. archangel. tell you what. once i'm allowed into the forward batteries, let's talk there. i'd rather chat in private about all that, and not with an audience." a few human crewmates peer at him through the medbay windows now. garrus snorts, and they hastily look away. "think we deserve a bit of privacy. we have... a lot to discuss, belinda. i've missed you."
❝ i guess we do. ❞ teeth absentmindedly bite down on her bottom lip. belinda's thought about it a lot since boarding the new normandy. shepard died. she was gone for years. no science exists that can bring a person back. or, rather, it didn't. she can't help but wonder . . should it? she's thankful, of course, for the revival of an old friend, but it's against the very laws of nature. she doesn't voice any of this. hasn't to anyone. not when she's not sure who to trust. ❝ it's pretty remarkable. like she never - ❞ head shakes. another conversation better left for when they're in private.
❝ colonies are disappearing, they think the collectors are taking them. i'm sure they'll tell you all about it as soon as you have the all clear. ❞ her smile turns soft, something gentle in her eye. she could say it's fondness for an old friend. a relief at seeing a familiar face. she knows it's something more. that there's something to their friendship that she doesn't feel with anyone else. an ache to be closer, to hear his thoughts and feelings, to reach out a hand to his. they stay clasped in her lap though, willpower winning. ❝ alright, you drive a hard bargain, but i'm sure i can convince dr chakwas to let you out early for good behaviour. ❞ a light laugh falls from her lips. it just about muffles the soft intake of breath that follows his words. ❝ i missed you too. i, um, i'm glad shepard brought you back to us. ❞ to me.
DOCTOR WHO (2005) 1501 - The Robot Revolution
𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 ; written for @be1indas !
“ you’re a godsend ! i’ve been gasping for a coffee since lunch and just haven’t had time . how did you know ? ”
❝ just had a hunch. ❞ hands grip her own cup, allowing the warmth to ease aching palms. christ, talk about a busy day. ❝ i haven't sat down since breakfast. ❞ brow creases, a thought mulling in her mind, as she takes a sip of the brown liquid. it's awful. ❝ is it me or is there something . . off about today? i don't know, it just doesn't feel quite normal. ❞