She burns like the sun.

Descended from humans and Time Lords, Eliza carries the legacy of a dying race while endevouring to protect all others. It's a fair fucking burden and she does alright with it. ___ Indie Multi-Verse OC RP account ___Written by Dani since 2007 ____ Verse page coming shortly, but muse is compatible with most fandoms, including Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, Spooks, Sherlock and more. Time bitches get around. If you're unsure how my character would interact with yours, please drop me a message - I promise there's a way! :) ___ Both Muse and Mun are 21+

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riftintimeandspace

Arcadia had this smirk plastered on her face after the other spoke.  “A legacy? And you are pissed because Jack doesn’t care about some bizarre legacy. And maybe he has his own views?  I don’t care either, but whatever floats your skirt. “ A small giggle slipped from her lips.  

Arcadia leaned against the wall, arms crossed across her chest. “I’m not a lap dog I’ve been at Torchwood longer than Jack.  I am Arcadia,” she says almost as if that explains everything, well it explained a little. Named after the place she was born in. Born in the second city of Gallifrey.

“Not a question, more of a warning. If you know what’s good for you. He doesn’t need you anymore.”  Arcadia liked Jack. She really liked him. The problem was she never told him, kept her feelings to herself. They were friends. Really good friends. But she wasnt good with feelings, emotions and telling someone things like that.

Eliza rolled her eyes - she could hardly expect a Torchwood groupie to comprehend the magnitude of her father’s responsibility and his life mission. The life mission that Jack had supposedly dedicated his life to, once upon a time. ‘Changing Torchwood in The Doctor’s image’. 

Eliza watched Arcadia with intrigue. Did she... actually think she was in a position to threaten Eliza? Did she--

Ohhh. She had a crush. 

Eliza couldn’t blame her - Jack was hot stuff. She had travelled all around the universe, through time and space, and Jack’s arse was definitely in the top 5. And she could remember a time when he seemed dreamy and... wonderful and perfect. She could understand it. Eliza actually felt sympathy for the girl. 

“No,” Eliza agreed, “Jack is perfectly capable of looking after himself without me. Whether he ever fully gets over me is another story. We had something truly magical; there’s a reason why he wanted to marry me.”

Eliza walked over to the wee kitchen area, turning on the kettle and prepping a mug for tea. 

“Arcadia’s quite a fancy name” She mused, as she spooned sugar into the cup, “Where I’m from, we’d call it a ‘town-y’ name; it’s what the posh kids in the city got called.”

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timeagenttotorchwood

They were a reason why Yvonne Hartman said Torchwood three weren’t professional. And likely the next words out of his mouth showed exactly why.  “Excellent bottom by the way,” And seemed he had no shame in commenting.

“Hope it wasn’t a disappointing read, he laughs.” Let me guess, you find me extremely attractive too attractive to  turn me down for dinner, or we can skip the dinner and move onto more enjoyable things.?”

He was very sure of himself. Didn’t tuck his desires away out of nervousness; he laid his cards out unabashed. They were both strong characters and there was a mutual attraction, which meant that there was a real danger of them either butting heads professionally or fucking each other senseless at some point. Eliza knew which one she’d prefer, but both should be avoided if possible. She honestly didn’t want to spend any more time in Wales than she needed to. 

Eliza walked over to Jack’s side of the desk, perching on its edge in her black pencil skirt. She preferred to keep business and pleasure separate, but that wasn’t a hard and fast rule...

“What I would really enjoy... is if you could help me locate this little fucker.”

She tossed a thin, brown file on his desk; containing surveillance pictures of an alien who could only be described as sentient orange slime.

“Went A.W.O.L last night and we have reason to believe he crossed the border into your neck of the woods. I was informed that I might track him down quicker if our organisations pooled their resources.”

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“Daughter? The Doctor never mentioned he had such a beautiful daughter. Captain Jack Harkness, by the way.”

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Eliza looked Jack up and down, sweeping her long red hair over her shoulder. Those cheekbones, those eyes, that arse. Her initial impressions were ‘yes please, take me now’. But this was work and Eliza was a professional, so she was gonna keep this professional. That was absolutely her initial intention, and why she bypassed the compliment. Her eyes, however - those iconic red-brown irisis - gave her away. 

“Yes, I know who you are. I spent the better part of the car journey over here reading the briefing notes they gave me on you. I’ve met many people whose lives were forever changed by my father’s influence, Captain Harkness, but you’re on another level...”

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“So, you are the woman who took Jack’s heart and stamped over it, before running off with someone that even hell can’t contain?” 

Arcadia stepped in front of Elizabeta.

 Arcadia had been at Torchwood for years, held here by the previous teams. And wasn’t until Alex Hopkins and Jack came around that she had been treated like an actual human being, even through Arcadia wasn’t human— she was from Gallifrey. 

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[elizabetasmith]

Eliza was actually getting a little bit tired of Jack spreading his bullshit. Working with an ex was a fucking nightmare, and when the stakes of their work were so high, they really couldn’t afford the distractions. 

“He stamped on my heart the day he betrayed the values I thought we shared. I have a fucking legacy to continue; that’s bigger than his happiness or mine. Admittedly John was a weird flex but I’m over it.”

She wasn’t over it. With the connections that she had had in both relationships, how was she ever supposed to be fully over it? That shit was imprinted on her heart. But currently Eliza was working, so she didn’t have time for a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream.

Eliza smiled sarcastically, shifting her weight back on her hip.

“Luckily, Jack has collected himself plenty of lapdogs to keep him company, so I think he’s over the crying phase. Any other questions?”

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The Two Surviving Dandelion Seeds | Eliza & Rufus

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acuppaandacig

Rufus looked down for a second, half surprised that the shots didn’t break on impact, then glancing back up before a beat had dropped.

“They’re a temporary medical device, used in a pinch to give a little boost the your blood stream. Terrible if you have a heart condition.”

His gave a small smile.

“Ye-huh. Well I’m not sure--”

Eliza trailed off as her attention was diverted by something else on the screen. Something way more significant than a couple of syringes. Something... impossible, surely?

Eliza felt a little dizzy, and she dug the balls of her feet into the soles of her shoes to try and ground herself. 

Two hearts. He had two goddamn hearts. He made the joke about a heart condition, she looked at the scan to see if he had a particularly oversized heart and out of nowhere she was through the fucking looking glass. 

Eliza looked up and met Rufus’ gaze, looking at him like he was an impossible thing. Like a yeti or a werewolf had just walked into her office. She was alone. Her father and her; they were the last ones left. That was how it had been for so long. This couldn’t be what it looked like. It had to be a coincidence.

Although that would explain all the weird vibes you’ve been getting from him.

Oh fuck. 

[elizabetasmith]

The Two Surviving Dandelion Seeds | Eliza & Rufus

[elizabetasmith]

acuppaandacig

“I never said anything about being a pirate. Although pirate-held Corax has many numbers of non-pirates.” Rufus snapped back.

Rufus rolled the idea around his brain; the only way to get out of here is to let them check for criminal activity and smuggled goods. Those need to be done, and resisting would only make things worse. Those secondary scans, blood samples, and answer questions is optional. I don’t like the idea of helping the next Coraxian who lands here; this planet would be better off if they just died, but then again; I have no idea if any toxins made their way into my system.

Rufus widened his eyes, I can’t just berate her for making sweeping generalisations then immediately make my own. Come on, new dawn Bhaal.

“Let’s do the compulsory sections, get these cuffs off, and I’ll have a think about the optional parts.” Rufus said, becoming somewhat visibly uncomfortable and as seat forced the chains into his wrists.

He seemed defensive about the pirate thing. That might have been a little culturally insensitive. Either that or she’d hit a nerve. He definitely didn’t seem comfortable with the cuffs, but she’d made the mistake of not taking these precautions before and it hadn’t ended well. 

“Okay - Penelope, please scan Rufus here for any contraband upon his person.”

A line of white lasers beamed out from the wall seams, running across Rufus’ person to do their thing. Eliza was so pleased with how streamlined the process was now; in the old days it was an absolute nightmare.

“Results collated.” Penelope concluded, as the lasers retracted. Eliza ran her finger across the table, activating a hologram screen full of results.

“No weapons or explosives, no wee aliens being trafficked in your pockets...”

She raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the screen, and then to Rufus’ torso.

“Want to explain the highly-concentrated synthetic adrenaline shots under your clothes?”

[elizabetasmith]

Playing Different Roles || Amduscias & Eliza

[elizabetasmith]

amusicas

For once Amduscias couldn’t have said whether she was overestimating herself or not. Sure, she had just nearly been killed in a dirty backstreet but there was no sign of shock or loss of stamina on her part. He found it quite exciting to not know what to expect from her. Of course he could sense the traces of human genes in her but all the rest of her was uncharted territory. Perhaps she was right and she had a different makeup altogether. Well, he would be happy to put that to the test.

“I was rather thinking about who tops.” He joked, tongue-in-cheek, and treated her to a boyish grin that made him look younger than he seemed. Amduscias stole the kiss from the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating what role he played in that game. Then he dove again, down the slopes and curves of her body. He scattered soft ministrations across her throat and collarbones, mapping hands followed by the hot tingling caress of skilled lips and a teasing tongue.

His mouth was a velvet shiver on her body, brushing against the flush skin of her nipple. He gave her a soft tug with his teeth before sucking sharply. His fingernails raked down her side to let her tremble under his damp heated breath. He pressed his hips against her, allowing small rocking motions between their bodies as if he was driven to it by need alone.

His music flooded over them the way blood was pumped through an artery. It felt hot and wet and sweet, the way it slid between them and under their skin, vibrating in their bones and pulsating in their ears. Amduscias let out a guttural sigh as he sank down upon her.

“So what I’m getting from this,” He purred against her skin, breathing more heavily now. His grin glinted near the arch of her throat. “…is that slow and sweet isn’t up your alley.”

He made her laugh. The most inappropriate of actions at a time like this, but she couldn’t help herself. She was fascinated by his sense of humour; desperate to understand his perspective. How far removed was his experience of this moment from her own?

Her attention was quickly snaked by his tongue and teeth on her nipple; letting out a gasp of exhilaration as her fingers buried deeply in his hair, returning pain for pain, and promising pleasure for pleasure. As his lips tracked up to her throat, and his proximity once again greeted her with a rush of pheromones, her body became a giddy bundle of anticipation and impatience. Slow and sweet most definitely was not up Eliza’s alley, and she was curious to know how a devil felt inside her. Maybe they would burst into flames. Maybe she would birth the anti-christ. It was an adventure. Uncharted territory for them both.

“I mean, I’m presuming you’re always the dom.” She mused, nimble fingers working on his belt buckle and flies. She tilted her head to the side, looking to catch Amdu’s gaze. “Or maybe that’s what excites you?” She slid her hands around his wrists, pressing them flat into the bedsheets either side of her; pinning him down. She arched her back, pressing their torsos together as she caught his lips in a quick kiss. “To lose control for a moment... To play a different role...” 

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headoftorchwood3

“I hope you haven’t broken my door with your childish behavior. “  He walked over to the door, pulling the handle but it was stuck. “So, you have.  Are you really that desperate to get back with me? I’m sorry but you and I are never getting back together no matter what you do or say. “

That woman was already driving him up the road. “ What is wrong with you, are you ill?”

Oh for goodness sake. As she suspected; without Toshiko around, the rest of this lot were fecking useless. 

“Are you?!” Eliza snapped, gesturing to the surveillance screens. This wasn’t happening. This was not happening.

Eliza’s phone rang once and she picked it up before it had the chance to ring a second time. “Mark! Mark, how many casualties so far? Who are they targeting?”

Eliza went quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing.

“What do you mean, no one?”

She half-climbed out from under the desk, straining to get another look at the surveillance footage.

“But you can definitely see the ones in Cardiff?”

Another pause as her operative replied. 

“Well that is... both relieving and terrifying. Keep me updated.”

She ended the call.

“It’s not an invasion.” She said, projecting her voice over to Jack but firmly petrified to the spot under Owen’s desk, “They’re not killing people in the street. We’re not picking up any signs of any other daleks globally except for these six.”

Eliza felt like she was going to throw up. She looked like she was going to throw up. They were here specifically for them. Whether their target was Jack, or Eliza, or Torchwood as a whole... None of that was yet clear. The only thing that was clear was that they were being contained for a reason.

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"Why would you bring that man into Torchwood," Alexandria asked. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"

Eliza rolled her eyes. “Gurl, don’t even start.”

Not the most mature response, but Eliza didn’t take kindly to scrutiny of hers and John’s relationship. Probably because she knew there was plenty to be embarrassed about.

Eliza tottered over to John in her pencil skirt, sitting on his lap and ruffling his dirty grey-blonde hair. “He’s on his best behaviour, like a good little puppy - see?”

“Woof.” John pipped sarcastically, winking menacingly at Alex.

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torchwoodagent

“So tell me why would someone, claiming to be intelligent have something so good in their life, that they decide to throw it away. See the difference between you and me is that I wouldn’t throw it away. Perhaps you simply didn’t deserve him in the first place.”

She was so glad at this point that she didn’t have Eliza’s life. Being with John would be a living nightmare. She could come home at the end of the night and know she had done good and not hurt anyone because of someone like John influencing her.

Alex shook her head. “I’m not drinking” Alex never drank when she was working. She needed to have a clear head. “Do you mind not walking into his office like you own the place,”  Alex snapped.

She turned to John. “ And you just get the fuck out of my sight, before I decide to pick up a gun and shoot you.”

“Hey!”

Eliza pointed at Alex from the stairs with an accusatory tone. She would ideally like to get through this encounter without a bullet in her beloved’s brain. 

“Do you make a habit of threatening cold-blooded murder to diffuse situations?”

Eliza shrugged, eyebrows raising in sarky, scathing judgement. 

“You can certainly tell you were raised the Torchwood way…”

‘Just shoot it!’ may as well have been engraved over the Hub’s door like a latin motto. Eliza ignored Alex’s request, slipping inside the office and rummaging around for a bottle.

“Have you considered that leaving Jack was the clever thing to do, and you just haven’t caught up yet?” She called out from behind the desk, locating a bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer. She walked back out of the office, tossing the bottle across the room. John caught it in his left hand, cracking it open and taking the unhealthy swig of a man who was used to necking Hypervodka from the 52nd century. 

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doctor-of-fair-play

“Oh… not the year I thought it was, sorry. Really need t’fix me watch,”there was a tension in the woman’s voice, she couldn’t help but notice it though she wasn’t sure why it was there. If this woman charged herself with guarding Earth, then a little emergency ought to be common place. Almost boring. “And, please don’t salute. Can’t stand a salute. Always makes me feel like I should salute back and m’rubbish at them. Besides, tell me your name first.” She put her hand on the woman’s arm, and lead her over to a chair, sitting down beside her.

“Now, if you’re in charge of protectin’ humanity, s’pose that means you’ve heard of the Cybermen? Thing is, there’s a crashed ship of Cybermen, up in the middle of nowhere. Couldn’t get the engines runnin’ again, so I sort of arranged for a bit of a temporal seal ‘round it. One of my cleverer plans - nothin’ in, nothin’ out. ‘Cept now a friend of mine’s been in contact and apparently one of their many enemies - the Cybermen’s, not my friend’s - is bit keen on makin’ sure they don’t get back out into the universe. Temporal seal or no.“

The corners of Eliza’s lips twitched with the hint of a smile. After all this time, and after countless trips with the TARDIS, Dad’s navigational accuracy had not improved. Eliza remembered one time her father had promised to take her mother to a historic football match featuring the Minnesota Vikings... They ended up stuck in Norse Britain for 3 weeks.

The Doctor placed her hand on her arm and Eliza felt a pulse of psychic energy. Ancient Time Lords had had full psychic abilities, back in the day; something which had been diluted over thousands of years of evolution. But it was still there; the remnants. She had seen The Doctor use it before, to look into the minds of others; walking around inside their head like they owned the place. Eliza had not inherited this proficiency, but she still felt it in her gut; like a whispered allure that wasn’t fully formed. It was how Time Lords were supposed to recognise each other after they had regenerated - although clearly it didn’t work with half-breeds like her. She was too human for all that. She was... Well, she didn’t really belong anywhere. She just experienced these gut instincts like hints and had to work the rest out for herself. 

“Elizabeta Smith, Ma’am. Eliza.”

She wouldn’t even recognise her by her name. Miseardae was what her parents had called her. Well, it was a Gallifreyan name which was unpronounceable to humans, so her mum always called her the human translation: Dawn. Eliza was the name her adoptive family had given to her, and she had grown rather fond of it; like the alias ‘John Smith’. I wonder if they still use ‘John Smith’ with this regeneration, she thought. Maybe it’s Joan Smith now?

“I mean, I could understand why.” Eliza replied, not in the slightest surprised that there were people trying to keep a ship of cybermen contained. “Cybermen are like daleks - there’s no reasoning with them. It’s all about the upgrades. What... I mean, what were you even planning on doing with a ship-full of Cybermen that their enemies would resent? Were you planning on releasing them into the wild?” 

She was being sarcastic. She knew The Doctor would have a plan and she just wasn’t quite up to speed yet. She also knew that her father’s tolerance to violence depended on the conditions of their last regeneration. She had heard tales of her father where he refused to raise a gun to the most villainous of creatures, and tales where he was the one being talked down from the gunfight. Destroying the ship with the cybermen inside didn’t sit right with Eliza, so she presumed it didn’t sit right with The Doctor either. That was the sort of thing that Harriet Jones would have done, and exactly why she took the decision making out of her own hands and put it into Eliza’s in the first place. But cybermen couldn’t be rehabilitated, they were a danger to pretty much anyone they crossed... However they were to proceed, they needed to do so with extreme caution.

[captain-outoftime]

X (with lil Steve if you're feeling it because bless his sweet heart~)

Despite the fact that he could hardly breathe and absolutely every part of his body hurt, he couldn’t bring himself to regret calling the guy out. He’d been literally pushing a girl up against a wall, despite how many times she clearly told him to back off. Maybe Steve shouldn’t have started the conversation with a punch in the mouth. But the guy deserved it. And Steve had nothing to lose.

The asphalt beneath him was cold and wet, though the blood on his face was warm. Steve gasped in stuttering breaths, his vision tunneled slightly as he struggled to get in enough air. 

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captain-outoftime 

Steve closed his eyes for a few moments to just to try and pull himself together. He tried to steady his breathing, at least enough to get upright so they could get the hell out of this alley and somewhere safe. He nodded once as her voice pitched higher, hearing the panic in her words.

He heaved himself to his feet, suppressing the pained sounds that bubbled up out of him. “You heard the lady. Get the fuck out,” Steve hissed. He was woefully unprepared for another fight - honestly, he was unprepared to drag himself home, let alone take another hit.

For a moment, it looked like the asshole might take another swing, but he grumbled to himself instead and sauntered off.

Steve leaned heavily against the building’s outside wall. “You…you got somewhere safe to go?” The gentlemanly thing was to walk her home, he figured, despite how little energy he had left. “I’ll take you home if you want.”

Eliza hovered her hands around his back as he pulled himself to his feet, like she was ready to catch him if he fell back down again. She couldn’t help but feel awful, knowing that he’d taken those hits for her. I mean, she got the impression that he’d happily spend every night rescuing damsels from the darker, seedier corners of New York; if he were only physically strong enough to take the beatings. 

She got up onto her feet, nearly losing her balance as one of her heels got caught in the groove between two cobbles, but playing it off with relative grace. Now that he was stood, the street lights allowed her to see with more clarity the identity of her white knight. He needed cleaning up, but blood aside, he kind of looked like the traditional poster boy for small-town America; sandy hair in a neat cut and blue eyes brimming with integrity. A tress of scarlet hair fell into Eliza’s face; her elegant 40s up-do now distressed and undone as a result of the scuffle. She reached round the back of her head, removing the remaining pins to allow her thick, crimson locks to fall over her shoulders. 

“Why don’t I walk you home?” She suggested, biting back a smile at his chivalry which, in her day and age, would be seen as so old fashioned. She was less wounded by far; it made sense that she ensure he get home safe, instead of the other way around. “I’d hate to think that you didn’t get back safe on my account.”

Also she didn’t have a place for him to walk her home to, but she wasn’t going to let him in on that little detail - two minutes with this guy and she could already tell he’d be trying to sort her accommodation for her instead of sitting back with an ice-pack if he realised. 

[elizabetasmith]

OOC:

Clocking off because GOOD GOD LOOK AT THE TIME but I am aware that I still owe replies/starters and I will get on that shit tomorrow evening, I promise.

[elizabetasmith]

The Two Surviving Dandelion Seeds | Eliza & Rufus

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acuppaandacig

As the door unlocked, Rufus fidgeted with his fingers, ID locks, clever, he thought moving forward into the room. Taking in the full majesty of the room, Rufus looked around almost satisfied, grandeur may be reserved for interiors, and using the old gothic swirls of- hang on. Rufus stopped his thought as he observed the symbol. It appeared to blot out the surrounding light so that he appeared to be standing alone in the darkness with some looming sigil. What is that -

“For the record, please could you confirm your species? And any known allergens that affect you personally?” were the words that knocked him out of the trance, there was another voice that he could have sworn was also there. Either way, these were the only words that he could understand and, as he sat down with an almost hollow thud emanating from his armour plates he spoke; “Coraxian. My known allergies are lead.” Rufus let out a little laugh, but the confusion prompted further information “Err. Sorry. Lead is used a lot in Coraxian currency, which means I can’t carry it around with me. At least, not without protection.”

“That is unlucky - a pirate who can’t touch treasure.” Eliza retorted, her eyes narrowing a little from his last comment. Did protection mean gloves, or mules? Because if the latter, he was suggesting more and more of a status for himself on Corax, which quite frankly suggested that he was a terrible person.

“Penelope, what data do you have available on the Coraxian race?”

There was a pause. “Limited. Coraxians are native to the planet Corax. No other data available.”

Eliza nodded, taking a seat opposite Rufus.

“Okay, so we ask aliens who make use of our services to help us improve these services by sharing with us information about their biology and culture. If you consent, we take a full body scan, plus a blood sample, and we ask you a series of questions. We then study this information and are able to educate ourselves on how to best help people. For example, since we don’t have much Coraxian data on file, if you had been seriously injured in the crash today and needed a blood transfusion, we wouldn’t have had any compatible blood supplies to use. If we needed to operate, we would have been doing so on our best approximations but without a thorough understanding of how your body functions. Whereas if you provide us with this information, and then another Coraxian ship crashed in a week’s time and the passenger needed medical assistance, we would be able to synthesise blood for a transfusion and wouldn’t be going into the operating theatre blindly.”

She freed a hairband from her wrist, sweeping her crimson hair back into a ponytail. 

“That process is optional but heavily recommended. And at the same time we’d normally run your details through a few intergalactic databases to make sure you’re not a murdering psychopath, and take a secondary scan to identify any substances or objects you might be smuggling on your person. Do that, and I’ll get those cuffs off you, get you some grub and discuss your options.”

[captain-outoftime]

X (with lil Steve if you're feeling it because bless his sweet heart~)

Despite the fact that he could hardly breathe and absolutely every part of his body hurt, he couldn’t bring himself to regret calling the guy out. He’d been literally pushing a girl up against a wall, despite how many times she clearly told him to back off. Maybe Steve shouldn’t have started the conversation with a punch in the mouth. But the guy deserved it. And Steve had nothing to lose.

The asphalt beneath him was cold and wet, though the blood on his face was warm. Steve gasped in stuttering breaths, his vision tunneled slightly as he struggled to get in enough air. 

[elizabetasmith]

captain-outoftime

It wasn’t necessarily that he wanted to die as much as the fact that he wouldn’t be terribly upset if he did. It didn’t matter either way. Bucky would miss him, he knew, but hardly anyone else. And eventually Bucky would realize he was better off without having Steve as a burden to carry around with him.

He cracked a small smile as he heard the woman’s voice. She definitely was…threatening the guy? Damn. Well good for her. He had to love a dame who wasn’t afraid to push back for herself.

“M’fine,” he managed to choke out. It was obviously a flat lie, but he’d been telling it so long, and so often, it came more naturally than the truth. “Good…finishing him off,” he wheezed.

Steve groaned as she moved him, but with his head elevated, at least he wasn’t choking on his own blood in addition to dealing with his shitty lungs. “Fuck.” He was trying to keep his eyes open, if for no other reason than to try and figure out who the hell this British lady doctor was, and why the fuck she was in Brooklyn, alone at night. It was dark, and he couldn’t see much. Be just his luck, too. Finally ended up headfirst in a girl’s lap and he was too beat to shit to even appreciate it.

“Hell you doing…out here?” If he just had a little time, the asthma attack would subside and he’d just be - well. He’d still be beaten halfway to hell, but he’d probably able to shuffle home and recoup there. “Jus…need a minute. I’ll be…fine.”

She had to admire his courage; even when he could barely get a sentence out, that quality shone through loud and clear. He was like the Black Knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail; a reference which... she couldn’t even make to him right now because the film wouldn’t be made for another thirty five years or so. Just one of the many things that she couldn’t explain to him right now; like why the fuck she was in Brooklyn, alone at night.

“It’s a long story.” She replied, placing a hand on his shoulder and stroking it reassuringly with her thumb. The action was absent-minded, with a healing intention, for her focus was on the big burly bastard that she had her eyes trained on. Her grip tightened when she saw him begin to grumble and pull himself back up onto his feet. “If you can stand, I’d really like to tell it to you somewhere else.” She added quietly, her pitch getting higher with the urgency of the situation. 

Eliza had been in plenty of brawls. She had got out of many scrapes in the past. But she was by no means a trained fighter, and like any woman in a dark alley with a violent chauvinist, she was pretty keen to get the fuck out of dodge. 

“You stupid-” The sleazeball barked as he turned to look at her, eyes full of humiliation and a need to punch things. 

“Take one step closer and I will scream.” She warned him, her red-brown eyes staring him down with unwavering focus. Her heart was racing at a mile a minute, but she was quite good at bluffing. “And then I’ll scratch your face up so good that every person in Brooklyn knows what you’ve been up to.”

[elizabetasmith]

The Two Surviving Dandelion Seeds | Eliza & Rufus

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acuppaandacig

Rufus returned the smile, even does love to smile around here, half smiling to himself. He made note of the language that they spoke and, when people weren’t looking, attempted to repeat the shapes and tongue positions they had made.

Moving through the building, Rufus scanned the rooms quickly, memorising routes, faces and any noticeably locked doors. He allowed himself to be guided freely by Eliza. Over a nauseating ripple that pulsated through Rufus’ body every time Eliza bumped into him, he felt another sensation striking him in the stomach. With an audible rumble, Rufus lost his footing a little. Regained it. And continued on.

“Is it possible to get some sort of food before or during these questions?”Rufus said gently.

He kept bumping into her. His skin had brushed against hers a handful of times in these thin corridors and each time it felt like a static shock. Rat tat tat tat. Rat tat tat tat. Thank god they had reached Number 5; she was starting to feel quite dizzy from the proximity.

“Of course.”

She placed her hand on the door handle, and upon recognising her touch (and the authorisation which Glory had just processed), it audibly unlocked and Eliza swung the door open.

“Good morning, Penelope.”

The lights in the room powered on, and a Gallifreyan emblem on the wall that was previously white to blend in with the blank canvas decor, filled with gold and red light.

“Hello Elizabeta Smith.” came a voice from the walls. It was an older woman’s voice; warm and informative. Eliza had taken great care in selecting it.

“If we’ve already got the data on file then we can have something brought over while we’re doing the admin.” She explained to Rufus, pulling out a chair for him and closing the door behind them. “For the record, please could you confirm your species? And any known allergens that affect you personally?”

[elizabetasmith]

The Two Surviving Dandelion Seeds | Eliza & Rufus

[elizabetasmith]

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Anywhere within range, he mused, one of those planets must have a space-port. Then I’ll be able to find them.

Rufus got up and out of the vehicle, taking in the surroundings. The air was still sweet with a slight toxic edge, but he enjoyed it.

“Yes, it is indeed something to think about.”

He looked up at the building as it stood almost indistinguishable from the rest of the jutting grey shapes. Something struck Rufus as he wondered who really benefited from such camouflaging; the aliens or the native inhabitants. And if these humanoids really had transmat beam located in this ‘office’, something suggested that this was limited use, or a one-way trip.

“I see customs isn’t one for grandeur, which is more than could be said for a few of the buildings we passed. How… humble.”

“Well, unfortunately, there are plenty of people who would seek to undermine an organisation like ours.” Eliza explained, leading him to the door, “There’s no need to draw attention and paint a target on our backs.”

As they walked through the automatic doors at reception, Rufus was led to the grand reveal of... just a standard reception area, to be honest. Behind the large, curved sandstone desk sat a very petite woman; no taller than 5 foot. She had thick tufty blonde hair which she’d pulled back into a ponytail, and glasses which made her look like Edna Mode. She looked up at Rufus and, unlike the humans present at his crash, she didn’t seem at all phased by his appearance. In fact, she smiled sweetly at him, her two front teeth bucking out.

“Hey Glory, how are you doing?” Eliza greeted her, leaning on the desk.

“I thought today was your day off” Glory said with the knowing smile of someone who had bet that Eliza couldn’t stay away for longer than 12 hours.

“Meh.” She shrugged. “I’ll have plenty of days off when I’m dead. What rooms have you got for me?”

Glory checked her computer before confirming “Number 5 has just become available?”

“Perfect, cheers babe.” Eliza turned and opened the double doors to the right of them, holding them open for Rufus. “Let me know when you go on your lunch because this shouldn’t take long and we need to discuss the thing.”

“I’m flexible - just come grab me” Glory replied with a dismissive hand gesture as she returned to what was on her computer screen.

[captain-outoftime]

X (with lil Steve if you're feeling it because bless his sweet heart~)

Despite the fact that he could hardly breathe and absolutely every part of his body hurt, he couldn’t bring himself to regret calling the guy out. He’d been literally pushing a girl up against a wall, despite how many times she clearly told him to back off. Maybe Steve shouldn’t have started the conversation with a punch in the mouth. But the guy deserved it. And Steve had nothing to lose.

The asphalt beneath him was cold and wet, though the blood on his face was warm. Steve gasped in stuttering breaths, his vision tunneled slightly as he struggled to get in enough air. 

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@captain-outoftime

Eliza gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as her mystery hero hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Quite frankly, she couldn’t believe that he’d even got involved; he was easily half the size of the neanderthal who took him out. I mean, that prick was so strong that Eliza hadn’t been able to wriggle from his grasp; and she wasn’t exactly weak or feeble. 

This was exactly why she hated being stuck in the 1940s; it was full of bad men who thought they could get away with a whole host of things because they wore a uniform. Like their service bought them a free pass to sin.

Eliza took the opportunity of a distracted attacker, tottered forward in her court shoes and kicked him firmly in the crotch. He buckled onto his knees, giving Eliza the chance to finish what Steve had started; socking the guy in the nose. 

“I’d start running if I were you, you Yankee bastard.” Eliza said, the cutting tones of her British accent trying to sound authoritative and threatening. In reality, she needed him not to call her bluff or her white knight and her were going to end up a lot worse off. 

Eliza hurried over to Steve, dropping to her knees beside him. They needed to get out of there ASAP.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Eliza said loudly, her hands making their way around his face and his ribs as she felt for injuries. Fractured rib on the left side, bruising that would last a good month, concussion... He was struggling to breathe but he looked so frail, she was almost scared to move him. Eliza tucked her hand under the back of his neck to feel for disturbances in his vertebrae; as she couldn’t find any, she decided to take the risk. She shifted round, supporting Steve’s head as she lifted it and rested it down again in her lap; trying to get him at an angle where he wasn’t choking on blood.

“You’re going to be okay - I’m a doctor.”

Well, not technically - but people tended to find that phrase reassuring when her dad used it. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t trained; she’d patched up many a wounded soldier in her time.