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“A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.”
-William Arthur Ward
#Awkward
"Paradoxes are always reason to worry," The Doctor replied dryly. "A' leas' the Universe won' implode jus' fer us meeting... Where're you a', anyway? Who've you go' with you in the Ol' Girl?"
The Doctor nodded, thankful for the fact they had nothing to worry about. “Yes,” he put his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat. “I’m traveling with Nysa, Adric, and Tegan. I’m sure you remember them.”
It was difficult for him, but he was sure his travels with them were far over for the incarnation in front of him.
Doctor Who Starter Sentences: Fifth Doctor Era
No, don’t turn around. Just listen.
I’ve got another one of these somewhere. If I put them side by side, we’ll have a pair.
I LIKE long walks!
Do try not to lose your head.
Of course I remember you! Go away.
You are life itself, without you I’m nothing. Don’t you understand?
Take the advice of a madman and look happy.
Everyone thinks I’m a joke.
It’s only a game!
It’s not a game, it’s real. With measuring and everything.
Even if I were in a better humour, that wouldn’t be funny.
I will not have blood spilled to save my life.
Thank you for rescuing me. Now perhaps you can explain why I’m here to need rescuing.
You’re weird, —. What a subject to bring up at a time like this.
Be silent, idiot.
Don’t be an idiot!
Idiot, don’t you know anything? Of course I’m not dead.
I’m tired of being considered a joke.
Are you just going to lie there being bored?
Haven’t you drunk enough already?
Is this an effect of the poison?
We could both be cooped up here for months.
I’ve still got three months of my vacation left.
You can have my room for all I care!
Allow me to escort you to your room.
If I was suffering from amnesia, I’d be the first to know about it, wouldn’t I?
A broken clock keeps better time than you do! At least it’s right twice a day, which is more than you ever are!
What I’ve just seen isn’t possible.
If we leave — here, they’ll die!
A lot of good people have died today.
I’ve seen everything today. A stepfather that turns into a robot, a robot that turns into a gangster…
Tell me, what happened to the people who lived in this house?
In my meanderings, I’ve come across something unpleasant; there’s a dead body through there.
You’re intriguing, my guests are dying to meet you.
Why don’t you leave me here to die?
Makes a nice change for you to not take everything in your stride.
Then you’ve done all this work for nothing.
Now we have an audio system but nothing to listen to.
I don’t trust you, you’re unreliable.
I knew you would be difficult, but I didn’t think even you would be so stupid as to make this impossible.
Drink this, it will make you feel much better.
Of all the lowdown, dirty, rotten—
You’ll die here.
I’m not coming with you.
Do you really want to go home?
Better to go back while you’re a bit of a hero.
Don’t leave, not like this!
Is this death?
“Where are we going?”
The Doctor looked at Peri with a boyish grin. He had just finished setting the coordinates. “I was thinking”, he began, standing up straight and putting his hands in his pockets.
“On earth, you have endless amusement parks. Disneyland, Alton Towers, Tivoli Gardens...” he was going to continue his list, but figured she had gotten the point.
“It’s rather silly, but I thought maybe I would take you to Asgard.”
“Are you okay?” ( from Nyssa, hope you don’t mind)
The Doctor touched the top of his head. He had just bonked it on the console after fiddling with the wires underneath it.
“Um...” he said, trying to get over the small pain. “Quite.”
You should be resting.
It was late and everyone had gone to bed, or so he thought. As the insomniac he was, the Doctor, after numerous attempts to rest, decided to instead spend his time, cleaning the TARDIS center console. It was something he needed to get done anyway. It wasn’t until he heard Nysa’s voice that he looked up.
“Nyssa. I’m sorry. I probably woke you, didn’t I?”
“I think I’ll take that Aspirin now, if it’s still being offered.”
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“I think not!” Liz retorted immediatly. “When I offered you headache medication the first time, I did not remember that Aspirin can kill you. So, definatly not doing that no.” She crossed her arms, frowning. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking for something you know would kill you?” She bit her lip, hesitating before adding. “Are you really contemplating suicide or does just appear that way?”
“No Liz,” he said, a bit humbled that his companion was so concerned for his mental well being. “Nothing like that.” The pain in his head was so searing that he wasn’t thinking quite clearly. Too be honest though, he wondered if death would be less painful. Thankfully, Liz was there to prevent him from making any fatal mistakes.
“It’s just… It’s almost like…”, he paused for a moment, trying to think through the pain. “It almost feels like my head is being split into a million pieces.” Although this incarnation often had a flavour for melodrama, he wasn’t at all using hyperbole. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was an adverse effect of time travel…possibly? Paradox…maybe? Too be honest, he had no clue, but he certainly wanted some sort of rational explanation for the pain.
“Oh! Oh Doctor you could have just told me!” Liz exclaimed, suddenly feeling bad for having assumed the worst. She wasn’t used to this Doctor, and didn’t know quite how to interrpetate his behaviour. “Sit down and I’ll go see if I can find something non-lethal for you, okay? It sounds like you’re having a migrain, and Aspirin is normally useless for those anyway.”
The Doctor took his hand off of his forehead and looked up at his former companion. “Thank you very much, Liz.” Although currently in pain, he was overjoyed to be in her company again after so long.
While sound was a bit painful with the migraine, he still had a lot of catching up to do. “Tell me, Liz. What have you been up to? How long has it been?” To be honest, he wasn’t so sure. Time travel really effected his perception of linear time.
Liz almost laughed. How long? How long? It was nearly an insult. He had no idea, had not even bothered to look up the year and do the math before he came to her, and it hurt her very deeply.
She had never had any illusions about how little she actually ment to The Doctor, and yet, somehow, his question still shattered some.
“Yeah, its a good question. How long has it been since I quite literally ran away as fast as my legs would carry?” She is ironic and angry to try and cover up the tears threatening in her eyes and the spasmic opening and closing of her fists. “Why don’t try and figure it out while I get you that medication?” She gives him a sugur sweet smile that is just another defense and disappear out of the room before he can reply.
He frowned. He said the wrong thing. He found himself doing that more in this incarnation than any other before. Was it youthful naiveté? He wasn’t sure. He should have looked up the year.
Stupid, stupid Doctor.
Behind her smile, he could tell just how much he had hurt her.
“Liz, that’s not what I mean–” but she was gone from the room.
He looked around the room, trying to get a sense of time. When was this…80s? 90s?. His attention was drawn to Commodore computer on Liz’s desk, but so far that was the only clue he had. When did he even start at UNIT? Was it the 70s? The 80s?
“It’s 1993. It’s been about two decades since I last saw you.”
She comes marching back into the liviginroom as though she never left, putting down a glass of water and some pain medication on the table infront of him.
“It’s Ibuprofen. Hole other active substance than Aspirin, so it should work. Unless Jo forgot to tell me something about your allergies, that is.” She explains simply, before going over to open fireplace and retrieving her pipe and a lighter.
Once that was done, she settled herself in the chair opposite him, avoiding looking at him by lighting the pipe.
He thankfully took the Ibuprofen and water. He could still tell Liz was upset. He tried to catch her eye, but she was avoiding any eye contact. He figured he should say something and clear the air; he couldn’t stand one of his lifelong friends to be mad at him.
“Liz,” he said after gulping down a sip of water. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it”.
Listening to The Doctor, Liz puffed her pipe, letting the nicotine calm her down before she attempted to answer. “Why are you even here? New face, no idea where you’ve landed… I never imagained you care mich for me but this a new low!” Despite trying to keep her calm, she began to rant. “I just don’t get why you didn’t go to any body else. Try Sarah Jane, or Jo, or Tegan or…I don’t know! Someone who actually ment something to you!”
He sighed. “Liz, you know that’s not true.”
He was growing a bit frustrated, but wasn’t going to let on. The time he spent with Liz at UNIT was irreplaceable, and he knew he had probably learned more from her than she ever could have from him. In a way, it was hard for him to believe she had felt this way, so uncared for, but he realized he was never really one to let on his emotions.
“You mean a great deal to me. You have, and you always will, Liz.”
He wasn’t one to often entertain sentimentality, but it was undeniably necessary for the situation.
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“Yes, well it seems so,” the Doctor said, with a small smile.
Although she looked youthful just like him, appearing to be no older than her mid 30s, her eyes told a much different story. He studied them for a short time. They were much older, and almost had a glimmer of sadness, as if she had seen much more…and much worse…than he could imagine. He almost wanted to ask – to inquire about his future – but decided against it. Somethings are meant to be waited for.
“So…” he cleared his throat, “Doctor. What brings your travels here?”
He looked around and didn’t see anyone with her. “Are you traveling alone?” his question having an undeniable tone of concern.
Perhaps she had seen too much but well, that was just the way her life went. She explored, she saved people, she saw terrible wars and terrible events, and she made tough choices, but in the end, she kept on going, for centuries and many lifetimes, extending way beyond her natural lifespan of twelve regenerations. It had almost ended. Almost. But well, here she is.
At the mention of being alone, she suddenly remembered her friends, eyes widening in panic as she turned on the spot. God, how can she be so stupid? She had been too wrapped up in herself, literally, that she forgot that she had friends. They weren’t here though. Where could they possibly be?
With a frown of thought, she was silent and still for a moment before turning back to her past self.
❝ They were right there with me but I… I got pulled into some kind of portal ‘n’ now I’ve lost them. I gotta find them. I don’t know what’s happened to ‘em and if they’re hurt… ❞
Then she’d never forgive herself.
❝ I think I might need your help. ❞
The Doctor sensed his female counterpart’s worry. He wasn’t sure who these friends were, but he could tell how much they meant to her. “Quite right.” He looked around.
“Where's the portal...Doctor?”
Even though he had run into himself on multiple occasions, he couldn’t quite get used to saying his...or her... name in the third person.
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"Tsk, why th' hostility, Cricket?" He tutted with mock disappointment. "Don' like havin' yer feathers ruffled?" Admittedly, he should be kinder to his past self. Poor Five looked like he was just about ready to boil. The Doctor decided he'd tone the well-natured ribbing down a bit. Then shrugged at the question. "Mindin' my own business an' havin' a wander, honestly. No cataclysms we need t'stop. Well, none tha' 'm rememberin' anyway..."
“Quite,” the Doctor said, putting his hands in his pocket and trying to calm down a bit. “Well, it’s never good when we run into each other, mind you. So, I can’t help but worry”.
“I think I’ll take that Aspirin now, if it’s still being offered.”
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“I think not!” Liz retorted immediatly. “When I offered you headache medication the first time, I did not remember that Aspirin can kill you. So, definatly not doing that no.” She crossed her arms, frowning. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking for something you know would kill you?” She bit her lip, hesitating before adding. “Are you really contemplating suicide or does just appear that way?”
“No Liz,” he said, a bit humbled that his companion was so concerned for his mental well being. “Nothing like that.” The pain in his head was so searing that he wasn’t thinking quite clearly. Too be honest though, he wondered if death would be less painful. Thankfully, Liz was there to prevent him from making any fatal mistakes.
“It’s just… It’s almost like…”, he paused for a moment, trying to think through the pain. “It almost feels like my head is being split into a million pieces.” Although this incarnation often had a flavour for melodrama, he wasn’t at all using hyperbole. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was an adverse effect of time travel…possibly? Paradox…maybe? Too be honest, he had no clue, but he certainly wanted some sort of rational explanation for the pain.
“Oh! Oh Doctor you could have just told me!” Liz exclaimed, suddenly feeling bad for having assumed the worst. She wasn’t used to this Doctor, and didn’t know quite how to interrpetate his behaviour. “Sit down and I’ll go see if I can find something non-lethal for you, okay? It sounds like you’re having a migrain, and Aspirin is normally useless for those anyway.”
The Doctor took his hand off of his forehead and looked up at his former companion. “Thank you very much, Liz.” Although currently in pain, he was overjoyed to be in her company again after so long.
While sound was a bit painful with the migraine, he still had a lot of catching up to do. “Tell me, Liz. What have you been up to? How long has it been?” To be honest, he wasn’t so sure. Time travel really effected his perception of linear time.
Liz almost laughed. How long? How long? It was nearly an insult. He had no idea, had not even bothered to look up the year and do the math before he came to her, and it hurt her very deeply.
She had never had any illusions about how little she actually ment to The Doctor, and yet, somehow, his question still shattered some.
“Yeah, its a good question. How long has it been since I quite literally ran away as fast as my legs would carry?” She is ironic and angry to try and cover up the tears threatening in her eyes and the spasmic opening and closing of her fists. “Why don’t try and figure it out while I get you that medication?” She gives him a sugur sweet smile that is just another defense and disappear out of the room before he can reply.
He frowned. He said the wrong thing. He found himself doing that more in this incarnation than any other before. Was it youthful naiveté? He wasn’t sure. He should have looked up the year.
Stupid, stupid Doctor.
Behind her smile, he could tell just how much he had hurt her.
“Liz, that’s not what I mean–” but she was gone from the room.
He looked around the room, trying to get a sense of time. When was this…80s? 90s?. His attention was drawn to Commodore computer on Liz’s desk, but so far that was the only clue he had. When did he even start at UNIT? Was it the 70s? The 80s?
“It’s 1993. It’s been about two decades since I last saw you.”
She comes marching back into the liviginroom as though she never left, putting down a glass of water and some pain medication on the table infront of him.
“It’s Ibuprofen. Hole other active substance than Aspirin, so it should work. Unless Jo forgot to tell me something about your allergies, that is.” She explains simply, before going over to open fireplace and retrieving her pipe and a lighter.
Once that was done, she settled herself in the chair opposite him, avoiding looking at him by lighting the pipe.
He thankfully took the Ibuprofen and water. He could still tell Liz was upset. He tried to catch her eye, but she was avoiding any eye contact. He figured he should say something and clear the air; he couldn’t stand one of his lifelong friends to be mad at him.
“Liz,” he said after gulping down a sip of water. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it”.
The Doctor snorted. "Don' be pretentious, Fivey: we've only ever ha' a semblance of manners when i' came t'ourselves. B'sides, isn' i' more than a bi' hypocritical o' you t'act high an' mighty while snubbin' one man's manners, thinkin' yerself ever so superulior jus' becos y'speak "proper"?" He smirked and stuck his hands in his jacket pockets. "Well, clearly no' between you an' number eight, else you'd know me."
Number ‘eight’?”, the Doctor inquired. So this Doctor must be an incarnation even later than that. Closer to the end of his regenerative cycle.
One the one hand, it was nice to see he had quite a long future ahead of him, but it was also a reminder that it wouldn’t necessarily be a future for him. Even though, as a Time Lord, he could continue living after death, the person he was would have to die to make way for a new man.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” he said accusatory, breaking any chance of amicable conversation they may have had.
//Sorry guys, but I’m going to be a little slow on the replies until the weekend. The semester is back and in full swing
“I think I’ll take that Aspirin now, if it’s still being offered.”
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“I think not!” Liz retorted immediatly. “When I offered you headache medication the first time, I did not remember that Aspirin can kill you. So, definatly not doing that no.” She crossed her arms, frowning. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking for something you know would kill you?” She bit her lip, hesitating before adding. “Are you really contemplating suicide or does just appear that way?”
“No Liz,” he said, a bit humbled that his companion was so concerned for his mental well being. “Nothing like that.” The pain in his head was so searing that he wasn’t thinking quite clearly. Too be honest though, he wondered if death would be less painful. Thankfully, Liz was there to prevent him from making any fatal mistakes.
“It’s just… It’s almost like…”, he paused for a moment, trying to think through the pain. “It almost feels like my head is being split into a million pieces.” Although this incarnation often had a flavour for melodrama, he wasn’t at all using hyperbole. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was an adverse effect of time travel…possibly? Paradox…maybe? Too be honest, he had no clue, but he certainly wanted some sort of rational explanation for the pain.
“Oh! Oh Doctor you could have just told me!” Liz exclaimed, suddenly feeling bad for having assumed the worst. She wasn’t used to this Doctor, and didn’t know quite how to interrpetate his behaviour. “Sit down and I’ll go see if I can find something non-lethal for you, okay? It sounds like you’re having a migrain, and Aspirin is normally useless for those anyway.”
The Doctor took his hand off of his forehead and looked up at his former companion. “Thank you very much, Liz.” Although currently in pain, he was overjoyed to be in her company again after so long.
While sound was a bit painful with the migraine, he still had a lot of catching up to do. “Tell me, Liz. What have you been up to? How long has it been?” To be honest, he wasn’t so sure. Time travel really effected his perception of linear time.
Liz almost laughed. How long? How long? It was nearly an insult. He had no idea, had not even bothered to look up the year and do the math before he came to her, and it hurt her very deeply.
She had never had any illusions about how little she actually ment to The Doctor, and yet, somehow, his question still shattered some.
“Yeah, its a good question. How long has it been since I quite literally ran away as fast as my legs would carry?” She is ironic and angry to try and cover up the tears threatening in her eyes and the spasmic opening and closing of her fists. “Why don’t try and figure it out while I get you that medication?” She gives him a sugur sweet smile that is just another defense and disappear out of the room before he can reply.
He frowned. He said the wrong thing. He found himself doing that more in this incarnation than any other before. Was it youthful naiveté? He wasn’t sure. He should have looked up the year.
Stupid, stupid Doctor.
Behind her smile, he could tell just how much he had hurt her.
“Liz, that’s not what I mean--” but she was gone from the room.
He looked around the room, trying to get a sense of time. When was this...80s? 90s?. His attention was drawn to Commodore computer on Liz’s desk, but so far that was the only clue he had. When did he even start at UNIT? Was it the 70s? The 80s?
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“Surprise?”
‘Suprise’ was the least she could say. Recently, he encountered three other past incarnations of himself, and that was definitely not by choice.
He reached out his hand to help his female incarnation stand up. Once they both were off of the floor, the Doctor stood up straight, put his hands in his pockets and let out a slight sigh.
“Well, you could definitely say I’m surprised.”
Remembering the last run in with himself, he immediately put his hand over his hearts … no pain from the paradox like last time.
Maybe that’s what caused her to faint? He wasn’t too sure.
“So which number incarnation do I have the pleasure of meeting?” He looked her up and down, still in shock that he was staring at his future self. He knew Time Lords could change gender, but he never figured he would.
Alas, the fashion sense still hadn’t improved much. What a shame.
Grateful for the hand up, she stood and ran a hand through dishevelled hair, fixing herself up. She was feeling quite a bit better now, the dizziness fading enough that the room was no longer spinning, getting back to her usual chirpy self. The sonic was taken back from him, tucked into her pocket where it belonged.
For a second, she paused at that. Could she tell him? If she left out the ‘War Doctor’ and the half regeneration of her tenth self…. then yes. Though that’d put her at his “last” body, which wasn’t technically true but it was all she could offer right now. Better than trying to explain that she was past her regeneration limit already.
❝ Thirteenth. I’m the thirteenth incarnation. ❞
She answered with a cheerful grin, shrugging a shoulder.
❝ Endin’ it on a female note, I guess. ❞
“Yes, well it seems so,” the Doctor said, with a small smile.
Although she looked youthful just like him, appearing to be no older than her mid 30s, her eyes told a much different story. He studied them for a short time. They were much older, and almost had a glimmer of sadness, as if she had seen much more...and much worse...than he could imagine. He almost wanted to ask -- to inquire about his future -- but decided against it. Somethings are meant to be waited for.
“So...” he cleared his throat, “Doctor. What brings your travels here?”
He looked around and didn’t see anyone with her. “Are you traveling alone?” his question having an undeniable tone of concern.
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