The Last.

I'm the Doctor. I'm the last of the Time Lords. I fought in the Last Great Time War and saw all of creation burn at my hands. And I don't know why I'm still here. [Pre-Rose Ninth Doctor Independent RP] sc_online_t(589188,"in the TARDIS","#3f4750"); Users Online Counter

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

Yet Here's a Spot

[shewhowalkedtheearth]

Martha nodded, hearing the fork prongs hit the plate at a much faster pace than before. She poured him a mug of tea and then herself one before turning around again to set his on the table. She sat down across from him after putting milk and sugar on either side of his mug. Then she started sipping at her own. She usually didn’t add anything to her’s either.

"Want some more bananas?" She asked casually, looking from him to his near empty plate and back. Dark eyes searching. He hadn’t once tried to force her to leave even though he looked like he could have overpowered her. Or picked her up and set her outside of his TARDIS. And yet here he was, letting her boss him around and take care of him—no matter how much he was against it. She hadn’t thought about what the Doctor would be like before Rose, and now that she knew…she wanted to take care of him all over again. He was still her Doctor and she was his doctor.

"Have you rested at all?" Her brow pinched, she knew Time Lords didn’t need much sleep at all. The proof was when she and the Doctor were forced to share a flat and a bed that be hardly ever spent any time in.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"'m fine fo' now. I guess," he mumbled around another mouthful of banana, sticking the fork in the last remaining slices before shoving them in his mouth. He'd not even realized how quickly he had eaten. Hungrier than he'd thought, apparently. Once he finished off the bananas, the Doctor picked up the mug of tea Martha had set down in front of him. He took a sip, grimaced just slightly at the taste, set the mug back down, and added just a pinch- a literal pinch of sugar measured between his thumb and index finger- to the tea before taking another drink. Seemingly satisfied with the taste, he sat back in his seat once again.

"No' since I woke up like this, no," the Doctor sighed, shaking his head. "Don' need much if 'm bein' honest," he shrugged, looking down into the dark depths of his mug. He did feel tired at the moment- exhausted in fact- but that wasn't exactly information he felt like volunteering.

The Doctor glanced around the semi-darkened kitchen and dining room, the only lights that were on being the one above the small, square table and above the stove and counter where Martha had been. His eyes were still duller than normal, but there was a tiny spark of life behind them just waiting to grow. Not that he particularly felt like kindling or encouraging that light, but it was there.

[apinkandyellowgirl]

onlysurvivorofthetimewar

[apinkandyellowgirl]

There was a strange blue wooden box sat firmly at the corner of the estate, and Rose had to admit that she was intrigued. Mostly because she was sure it had never been there before — and she’d lived all nineteen years of her life on this estate, she would know. And yet, though it had been there the whole day, no one had once made mention of it. It was like it had always been there.

Didn’t anyone notice?

So Rose, far too curious for her own good, called back to her mother that she was going out and slipped out of the flat, jogging down the stairs and across the little square between the estate buildings to get a better look at the thing. What was a ‘police public call box’? She read the sign on the front, eyebrows furrowed, and pulled the little compartment open to reveal an old phone. But when she put it to her ear — no dial tone. So she hung it back up, closed the compartment, and tried the door. Locked.

What was this thing? She knocked it experimentally — definitely wood. Shook the door again — but locked. Who would leave a wooden box on the side of the road and lock the doors?

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

The Doctor had only left the TARDIS to get a few things from the shops- milk, bananas, other kitchen essentials- and he'd not really given much thought to where he'd parked the ship. Then again, he'd not given much thought to anything recently. The most thought he'd given was where he'd stashed the rarely-used cash and cards that he'd found were essential- though he still forgot to carry any of it with him on a regular basis.

Plastic bags in hand and digging around in his pockets for his key to the TARDIS, the Doctor walked into the sort of paved square of the estate that he'd wound up on. It wasn't until he was halfway across it that he looked up to see someone knocking at the doors of his ship. He froze, unsure of what to do. To buy himself time, he pretended to rummage through his bags- as if making sure he had everything- while he moved off to the side of the square towards one of the other buildings.

A conversation about why he was taking his shopping into what seemed to be a wooden police box was not exactly something the Doctor wanted to have at the moment. It'd only lead to more questions, more people, and maybe even UNIT or someone coming to badger him if she said the right words in a conversation over the phone with a friend or something. It seemed to him to be a simple matter of waiting her curiosity out.

[alwaysbringabananawithyou]

Timelines Crossed || @onlysurvivorofthetimewar

[alwaysbringabananawithyou]

The Doctor remained where he was standing, refusing to let himself be intimidated by his younger self, no matter how much taller this one was. It seemed to be only about an inch or so, so it made little difference anyway. “Don’t you understand? There is no other!" he replied, his tone a warning to back off. “It won’t be so bad anyway. You’ll find companions again and then it’ll be back to how it was with the running and the adventures and the hand-holding."

As the other went on though, he flinched. “You think I’ve forgotten what I’ve done?!" His voice rose in both pitch and volume as he went on. “There is no way I ever could forget! Every day there’s silence in my mind where the Time Lords should be. Every night I try to stave off sleep as long as I can for fear of the nightmares that will haunt me when I do. I was right where you stand once, and I never want to be there again. It’s better to run than to let this shadow of my past catch me." He took one deep breath as he finished speaking and quickly wiped his eyes. This was too much for him.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"Exactly my point," the Doctor said quietly once the other had finished. This older- though younger-looking- version of himself had only confirmed what he'd reasoned, what he'd feared. True he'd not exactly had the best of relationships with most of the other Time Lords and Ladies and of course he'd had nightmares before, but he could only postulate that they would get worse.

He turned his back on him, making his way back to his chair. "Bu' I don't wan' t' run. Done enough of tha'. Plenty in th' TARDIS t' keep me occupied fo' however long I last. Don't want t' do more damage." He turned back around to sit and his cold blue eyes looked back over at what he only considered a distant possibility of his future. "An' you won't convince me otherwise."

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

Yet Here's A Spot [Open RP]

[melodypxnd-deactivated20141119]

Hearing him ask who she was, how his voice had softened into something less of the stubborn, arrogant tone this regeneration had at times, River couldn’t help but smile. Her own head ducked down briefly, she couldn’t tell him everything but she could give him a name, at the very least. It’s not like he was going to remember her after their meeting, after all.

"River Song, Archaeologist." River answered, tone almost daring him to laugh at her expense. It was that career which had helped her find him all those times.

""I suppose you want more of an explanation than that — I can’t give you one, though." she raised her hands apologetically “Sorry. Your rules. I’m not really supposed to even be here, but someone’s got to make sure you get to where you need to be." Not that he wouldn’t go, but it seemed he needed that extra push to get started. She had to let him meet Rose.

Rose who would show him that there was still wonder.

Rose who would fix him.

"Come on. Is the TARDIS nearby?"

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"Who says I need to be anywhere at all?" he asked, his tone perhaps a bit more spiteful than he'd meant for it to be. The Doctor couldn't fathom anyone needing him right now- not like this, not as the mass murderer he'd become, the one the war had turned him into. He wasn't even sure why he'd left the TARDIS apart from some vague hope of something happening or finding something dangerous that he could throw himself at.

As another wave of pain rolled through the Doctor's still-regenerating body, his knee seemed to give out. He caught himself on the wall he'd been leaning against before he could fall too far, though his breaths were heavy as he tried to stand back up. Most of his weight now supported by the wall, he glanced over at her again.

"It's jus' abou' a block away...River," the Doctor said, still trying to get his leg to support his weight again. "Why?" He didn't want to admit he probably needed help and if he was being honest with himself he probably didn't want help. Mainly, though, because he felt as if he didn't deserve any help. That and he wasn't sure how much he was supposed to trust this River Song- especially with what she apparently knew of him and the rules that she said were his. That certainly hadn't happened yet. Not in this lifetime.

[thetimelordsecho]

+onlysurvivorofthetimewar

She’d found everything. Every piece of information that was available on her father, all of his regenerations, she had memorized all of his faces. So many Doctors running around all of time and space, and she still hadn’t found him. She always seemed to just barely miss him, arrive at a location as everyone was still abuzz with news of the man in the blue box who had saved the day and flown away, and nobody knew where he was headed to next. He was quite unpredictable that way.

Now, finally, Jenny had a lead. She’d been looking through history books in the Library (which was definitely one of her favorite places to go, when she wasn’t sure where to travel next). The Doctor always cropped up in big pieces of history, where danger was likely and there was somebody important to meet. Finally, she’d found a blurry picture of the leader of a planet somewhere she’d never been standing arm-in-arm with what was definitely the Doctor. The picture was labeled, "The president of Plainead stands with an unnamed man after his coronation." That was the trouble with finding her father-he was always labeled as “an unnamed man" or an “unknown source". 

After punching in the coordinates on her TMAU, Jenny closed the book and held it to her chest. She liked to take the books with her-for reference. She always returned them. (Well, except for one time a few years previously-but that hadn’t been her fault. After all, she hadn’t been the one to throw the book into the erupting volcano.) Three seconds later, she was teleporting.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"Alright, really should be off," the Doctor said, turning to shake the new president's hand once he noticed people had started taking pictures. "Things t' do an' all tha'. Only stopped fo' a cuppa tea."

And that was true enough. The Doctor hadn't actually planned on being involved in making sure that this soon-to-be historic leader of Plained was installed in office. She'd do some amazing and history-changing things that just simply had to happen to keep the universe looking as it did. Cybermen apparently didn't exactly care to keep those timelines in place- especially if it benefited them to disrupt them. And when their plan had kicked off with a rather large bang while the Doctor was walking to the cafe, he'd found himself in the middle of it all, mostly against his will.

"Gonna be a difficult 'abit to break, eh?" he muttered to himself as he walked down off the platform, ignoring the reporters and cameras that were shoved in his face. The Doctor didn't want to keep doing what he'd done before, necessarily. It just all seemed so... He didn't know. A large part of him still just wanted to stay in the TARDIS and not come out, not have to face a universe so changed by what he'd done. The old girl had more or less forced him out a few times- temperature changes, playing with the composition of the internal atmosphere, things like that- but he was still very hesitant to face the universe as a whole.

[flint-not-watson-deactivated201]

+4 at the door

[flint-not-watson-deactivated201]

"That’s right, the Yard. Scotland Yard." It, at least, tended to scare some people off, but not this man. of course not, that would be too easy. The irritation vanished in a second though while she gave him a long, questioning look. “Hold on, The Doctor?" There was no way that he was the Doctor. He was all wrong. “How about you tell me what you’re really here and looking for and maybe I’ll consider letting you poke that big nose of yours around." She scowled, crossing her arms. If this man was the Doctor as he claimed… could he be a previous incarnation then?

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"Yes, th' Doctor," he nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest. This was taking a lot longer than it needed to honestly. The Doctor touched his nose when she called attention to it, not having given it much thought. "Wha's wrong with my nose?" he asked before going on to answer her question. "Look, if you wan' the truth then 'ere it is: There is every possibility that there is technology in this 'ouse that is way out of it's time and place and that could very well be a threat to life on this planet. I need t' find it an' disable it before anyone can do anythin' stupid. Go' that?"

[alwaysbringabananawithyou]

Timelines Crossed || @onlysurvivorofthetimewar

[alwaysbringabananawithyou]

"Yes it does! Just-" No, getting angry and yelling at himself wouldn’t do. The Doctor paused, taking a deep-breath as he tried to think of just how he wanted to say it. He clenched his hands and closed his eyes for a moment before trying again. “Just because you can’t see any way it could doesn’t mean it doesn’t."

Unable to stand still any longer, he started pacing, his hands up by his face clenching and unclenching as his body found some way to express the frustration that was building up. “You… just… gah!" With that he spun around to walk away. He could recall being in this position, and seeing himself there again was like ripping the scab off of a healing wound (or in his case festering since he doubted he’d ever heal). “Look, just because the Time Lords are gone doesn’t mean the rest of the universe is. The Time Lords and the Daleks aren’t the entire universe and this universe still needs a Doctor. What it doesn’t need is some… some shell of a man hiding away in his TARDIS and wallowing in his self-pity." 

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"Then it'll have t' find another Doctor 'cause there's no way in 'ell you ca' tell me it'll be fine an' dandy now," he said, finally looking at the other man with icy fire lighting up his cold blue eyes. He stood now, drawing himself up to his full height. He was only just a few inches taller than this... other self but he would take what he could to get him to clear out. There was no concern on his part to make sure he kept his timeline intact so that when he reached whatever regeneration this man was he'd be back here again. No way.

"There is nothing you can tell me t' convince me tha' it'll get better. 'Cos it won't. Time may pass people may come along an' whatever else, but I will still be a murderer. I'll still 'ave the blood of countless people on my hands an' tha's no' something you jus' forget and move on from. Gallifrey will still be gone. Tha' part of space will still be black and void of life." The Doctor paused for a moment, trying his best not to shake in his anguish. "The Time Lords are dead. They never did anything t' help and when they steered clear the universe went on as it should- on its own and with ou' help. Tha's what I plan on doing. No need for my... assistance. It'll make do jus' fine without me. Now leave."

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Amanda Sun, Ink

[metacrisisoflaw]

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[metacrisisoflaw]

The Valeyard poked his head out again and watched the Doctor move to the ocean. So he was alone for the time being. Good. Made things easier. He stood up and slid down the rubble, still several yards away. In his black leather combo, however, he doubted he could hide if the Doctor looked his way. But at the present moment, he appeared to be applied with looking at other things.

So the Valeyard slunk down and scooted over to finally hide behind the TARDIS wall, hidden away from where the Doctor was looking. He peeked around the edge, shifting to glance and watch the Doctor’s movements again.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

The longer the Doctor stood there, the less he saw of his surroundings. His eyes were fixed on the invisible line between ocean and sky, but he wasn't that interested in the scene. His mind's eye had turned inward, his thoughts consuming him as he tried to find some sort of peace with what he'd done. It was impossible for him to tell exactly how long ago the war had ended, but if it was a day or a year he still hadn't reconciled himself to the fact that his home planet, his friends, his family were all gone- dead or locked in an impenetrable Time Lock.

With a small sigh and hunched-over shoulders, the Doctor turned to make his way back to the TARDIS. It wasn't doing him any good standing out here, so why bother? His ship was just a good of place as any to think. She'd have to try a lot harder if she wanted him to go out and keep up the way of life he'd had before the war. As he approached his ship, though, he noticed someone's shadow- faint in the morning light but a shadow nonetheless.

"Oi! Who's there?"

[oimatchstickman]

My heart is stone and still it trembles The world I have known is lost in shadow.

[tiredoflifebutafraidofdying-blog]

Still nothing. Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a tired sigh, feeling absolutely silly for even trying. She’d probably just been imagining things — wishful thinking, or something like it. It had only been two years since she’d seen him last, and yet she hadn’t been able to forget him, not after such a whirlwind two days that they’d been through. But imagining the sound of his TARDIS? That was new. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up more so that she wouldn’t go through anything like that while driving.

Grace had only taken one step forward when a man stepped out of the shadows — a man who knew her name and was smiling at her. At first, her heart seized with fear and she had half a mind to swing her purse at him and knock him out; but then she slowly realized what must have happened. She’d just called for the Doctor, and then this man had shown up. And she knew only too well what the Doctor could do to his body, if necessary…

"…Doctor?"

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

"Tha's me," he said, giving her his best attempt at a smile. The words felt  a bit strange as they left his mouth, still unused to his new voice. The accent was very different from any other he'd had in the past- much thicker, though he was grateful it was still understandable. Comfort would come with time- if he was around long enough to settle into this body, that was.

"An' sorry if I startled you. Didn't even know where I'd landed 'til I saw you," the Doctor shrugged apologetically, leaning against the side of the TARDIS that was facing him. "TARDIS's a bit knackered at the moment. She... Both of us really had a sor' of rough landing an' the scanner wasn't working. All she'd tell me was tha' we were on Earth somewhere."

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[courageousclara]

| A TITANIC Disaster || Clara & Nine |

April 10, 1912

Clara Oswald, a stewardess for the second class was also in charge of the servants of the first class passengers’ dining room and was already feeling overwhelmed even though the ship had barely set out on her maiden voyage. There were passengers to help settle into their cabins and the first class passengers’ servants were as bad as the passengers themselves.

Mustn’t let it get me down, she carried a stack of linens to one of the cabins. This was her dream – or travelling was at least. And what better way to do it than with the White Star Line. Someday she’d earn enough wages to travel on her own terms but until then – well, this wasn’t so bad. And the ship was beautiful. 

That evening Clara was just going to clean up in the dining room for the first class passengers’ servants when she was surprised to see someone already there. Even more surprising was that they appeared to be a passenger - first class going by how they were dressed.

“‘Cuse me, sir. I’m sorry but you’re not meant to be in here. Perhaps I can help you find your way to your part of the ship?" She was sure he was just turned around. It was the sort of thing she expected to happen on a ship this size.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

The Doctor was sufficiently surprised at how easily he'd been able to secure a room in first class on the soon-to-be infamous ship Titanic. True it had been a bit tricky to both find an inconspicuous corner of the ship's cargo hold to land the TARDIS in and then sneak his way off the ship only to get back on a few days later with the help of the psychic paper as he didn't want to risk arousing too much suspicion, but it'd still been fairly easy. The Daniels family hadn't taken much convincing to let him take their room, either. Just as well, too, he had thought, glad that at the very least he'd been able to assure the survival of at least one family that had planned to set sail on the doomed ship.

Not that that was what he was planning on doing though- saving other people and changing the course of history. The Titanic disaster was too deeply ingrained in history for that. No, what the Doctor was here for was a diamond. The jewel in question was fairly ordinary if held to human standards- certainly not the Hope diamond thought it did carry a bit of history. And it wasn't profit he was after either, but the assurance that the diamond would not fall into the wrong hands amidst the chaos that would follow in just a few days time.

Thinking it'd be best to familiarize himself with the ship on the first day out, the Doctor had just started walking. Not paying much mind to the signs and classes of the vessel, he'd soon found himself in a white, nearly spotless, and empty dining room. He'd been straightening his cravat with the aid of a mirror when he heard someone else enter the room.

"I'm no'?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Sorry about tha'. First time on a ship like this and all. Thought this was where I was supposed to go for dinner. Guessing I have the wrong one then?"

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

+wasthatnotprocedure

He honestly hadn't meant for it to get this far, to get himself this deep into trouble while investigating a time/space disturbance in the heart of Manhattan. Well, at least he told himself that he hadn't meant to catch the attention of the silver-and-blue skinned aliens that had slowly been building up enough power to create a tear in the continuum who were now trying to track him down in...whichever building this was. He hadn't exactly been keeping track.

All he knew was that he needed to figure out a way back to their main control room- without being seen. Already he'd been the cause of more than a few busted windows as they'd fired their weapons at him as he ran- probably raining glass down on the streets. He could only hope that no one had been hurt or had noticed. If someone else came blundering in now, the situation would just worsen.

The Doctor pulled open what seemed to be the door to an abandoned janitors closet and stepped in for a quick breather, hoping that the Linaneans- the aliens that were behind all this- hadn't seen him duck in. He needed a plan to get back down to their main power source and shut it down before they managed to create the tear. From what he'd seen before they'd seen him, they had no idea what they were doing and how much damage they could cause by attempting to harness the power that would spill from the tear.

[metacrisisoflaw]

onlysurvivorofthetimewar started following you

He had been standing up on the hill, his TARDIS safely hidden away behind a crag so the Doctor wouldn’t see. He sat over the edge, watching the blue box that had been sitting on the beach for several hours now. That’s what he did those days. He waited. And he watched. Keeping tabs on all the Doctor’s comings and goings. It made…plans, easier in the long run.

The Valeyard had been busy jotting down a few small observations, perhaps a sketch, when he heard the door open. He quickly jumped from his sitting position, hiding behind a rock to glance out and around to see the Doctor coming out.

Ah. The Ninth. Certainly something more along his lines of a good time. That brought a smirk to his face. This could prove interesting. Poor, time worn Doctor. Unless he had his Rose. That brought the Valeyard’s hands to dig into the rocks. How dare he get her. HOW DARE HE! But those thoughts clawed away from his brain as he watched and waited to see if the other made any sort of move. 

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

Having exchanged his too-tight button down shirt and trousers for a simple green jumper and black better-fitting bottoms, the Doctor slowly made his way towards the console room. He rubbed at the marks that the cuffs of his shirt had left on his wrists, looking up at the central time rotor. From the sounds the old girl was making, he could tell that she'd landed somewhere. Where that somewhere was, he wasn't sure.

"Migh' as well take a look," the Doctor sighed, slowly walking towards the doors and pushing them open. "You're no' gonna get me back ou' there tha' easily, though," he said looking over his shoulder at the console. It had been... well, he wasn't sure of the exact amount of time that had passed since he'd woken up on the floor of the TARDIS, but it'd probably been at least two or three weeks.

Stepping out of his ship, he could feel a cool breeze coming in off the ocean and looking down he saw sand beneath the black boots that he'd found. From the looks of it, it was probably very early in the morning on whatever planet this was, though he had a hunch it was probably Earth. The Doctor took a few steps away from the TARDIS before stopping and facing the ocean, arms crossed as he looked out in the half-light to the horizon.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

Yet Here's A Spot [Open RP]

[melodypxnd-deactivated20141119]

"I’d begin by saying you feel a tremendous amount of pain. You feel like your very being is being torn apart. Pretty much like…..giving birth, in a sense." She hadn’t really meant to say it, but she also figured that since she was fine for the recall wipe vapour, she could afford to let him in on things for now — little things, nothing too revealing. Nothing that would divulge her being human with Timelord DNA, just subtle little facts that would let him know that he could trust her, even if he didn’t like her.

River quietened for a long moment, following his gaze up in the direction of Kasterborous.  She knew it wasn’t visible from here, but it lead her to her next thought. His guilt. The loss of interest….the lack of wonder in the universe held for him.

"Now that it’s somewhat ending, you’ve got a heavy load on your shoulders. You’ve lost that….fascination with the world, the universe you once had and wonder what the point of it all is." She was just going off what she’d read, and making a little judgement of how she’d feel, were she in his shoes “I’m fairly sure that’s at least part of what you’re feeling, isn’t it?" She turned her gaze back to him. He was….si different to the Doctor she was accustomed to, tall, lanky and skinny. He looked like the old man he was, almost.

She had to get it through her head that this wasn’t her husband and that he didn’t know anything about her. It was always something to get used to, though.

"That  being so, you need to rest and recuperate."

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

As the woman talked, steadily revealing more and more about what she did know about what he was going through- apparently- his gaze drifted from the far-off and unseen constellation that his home world had once lain in back to the impossibly curly-haired woman with knowledge beyond what he'd expected standing next to him. It almost frightened the Doctor how much she knew about him given that he hadn't expected anyone to know who he was with his new face. It briefly occured to him that she might have been from UNIT or another similar organization but that didn't seem likely. She was much too...different from what he'd come to expect of the usual people they'd send out to get him to come in and do some sort of work for them.

When she mentioned his lack of wonder and fascination with the universe, though, the Doctor ducked his head and stared down at the pavement beneath his feet. She was right- absolutely right and that part scared him more than any knowledge of what regeneration was like. It was as if she knew him somehow, knew him almost better than himself at the moment.

"Who are you?" he asked softly, turning his head to look back at her. Confusion and pain were almost in balance as the emotions played across his weathered visage. Normally regeneration brought about a restoration of his energy, filling him to the top with a new outlook on life and the wish to get out there and see it all. But not this time. This time he just felt tired and old beyond even his generous years.

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

Yet Here's a Spot

[shewhowalkedtheearth]

"Eat." Martha ordered, leaning against the table and just pointing at the bananas she had set before him. Her eyes soft and stern at the same time. Relentless. Persistent. “Eat or I’ll knock you out and hook you up to machines in the medbay, shove a tube down your throat, and feed you that way."

The threat was very real and she crossed her arms, ready to follow through if he didn’t start eating.

She gently ran her fingers over his hair again. Whether he had an appetite or not, he had to put something in his stomach. She leaned in again and kissed his forehead, “Please." It was a soft whisper against his forehead. He knew her resolve by now, she was showing it very plainly. He was her weak spot.

Apply enough pressure and she’d kneel.

Then she pulled away from him and turned toward the stove to put a kettle on. Her eyes had started to water and she wasn’t about to let him see that. He had never seen her cry and that wouldn’t start now. “How do you think you take your tea?"

[onlysurvivorofthetimewar-blog]

The Doctor's Adam's Apple- or whatever the Time Lord equivalent name for it was- bobbed as he swallowed in slight fear at Martha's tone, leaning back just a bit. His eyes looked back and forth between her and the plate of cut-up bananas, somewhat panicked but at the same time with a small spark of... something returned to them.

When she leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead and whispering her plea, his confusion just escalated. What she'd done just moments before- ordering him to eat, threatening him- was what he felt he deserved, what he had actually grown used to while fighting in the war. For her to turn around and be gentle with him again... He still didn't quite understand. She cared for him, he knew that but... why? What on Earth had he done for her to care so much about him that she would be this kind to a war-born-and-torn Time Lord like himself?

Slowly, he picked the fork back up again and placed one of the slices in his mouth, complying with her wishes even if he still didn't feel particularly hungry. Once her back was turned, though, he began eating more quickly- the food in his stomach making his brain realize just how empty and hungry he really was.

"No' sure," he said softly after swallowing the bit of banana he had in his mouth when she asked. "Though I think black migh' be it. Guess I'll have to see."