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"oi," she parrots back, and thinks of herself a lifetime ago, standing in the tardis with another version of the doctor standing fully nude in front of her. if she had to get all of her memories back, that precise thirty seconds of the two of them staring at each other could have easily been left out.
she squeezes his wrist.
not the tardis, then. she's a bit relieved. she thought it was going to take some convincing for him not to take right off. he might actually stay. she can try to convince him all she wants, but she knows she can't force him to do anything.
she wouldn't dream of it, either.
"i think that if i bat my eyelashes at him, he's going to say yes to whatever i ask." and it's not like they've got another option. she thinks the fact that this man helped to save their daughters life will be a factor in his favor, too. "which first? cocoa or clothes?"
it would be so easy to run, to bury his head in the sand and keep ignoring that deep weariness that's begun to permeate his every moment. it's familiar, it's easy, and it's oh so tempting. and he trusts donna. trusts that she won't lead him astray, that she will save him this time; it's himself he doesn't trust just yet.
his instinct says cocoa, but he's always been the type to rush straight to the end goal, and, well. if the next doctor was correct, and he quite usually was, that was something he has to learn not to do. they may have done rehab out of order from HIS perspective, but that did mean that he has to go through the process. he owes that to the beautiful man he's going to become someday. it's easier to parse that way, than grappling with the idea that he owes it to himself.
โ clothes, โ he determines with a nod. something tells him that's the right choice. with a small smile, he holds out his hand to her, wiggling his fingers insistently, waiting for her to lace her fingers with his.
so his best friend could lead him home.
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"oh, don't you start."
he hasn't said anything. doesn't need to. she gives his cheek a pat with the palm of her hand. it's not that it's forgiven. she understands why he did it. she does, of course she does.
she has no idea if she would have done the same. if she were him, she would have. she knows it because she's had his mind before.
she's not angry with him. not yet, not now. life is too short, and she's seen inside his mind. there's enough of that for the both of them.
"cocoa, then. and we'll get you one of shaun's jumpers, because you look like you're wearing half an outfit. unless -" her head tilts. 'want to pick through outfits on the tardis?"
โ oi -- โ he protests lightly when she tells him not to start, brows knit in a mix of surprise and feigned offense. he hadn't even had the chance to start anything ! there's a bit of deflection in it, hidden behind the humor, but deep down he knows it's a conversation that needs having. not yet, maybe, but not never, either.
he's seen healing, watched others do it, guided some through even, all while managing to escape it himself. if he let go of the guilt, would he even be the same man ? even the thought of it feels like a betrayal. he carries that guilt with him for a reason; he remembers every last face, every name, each and every friend he's lost, every last person he's failed to save. he carries them with him so he's reminded to DO BETTER next time. and donna, oh, donna. she's built a beautiful life for herself here, and he can tell himself that makes up for what he'd had to take from her all he wants, but ----
the gentle touch to his cheek pulls him back to the present, though it takes him a moment to refocus on the matter at hand.
โ d'you think he'd mind ? โ he asks, pulling a bit of a sheepish face at the thought of borrowing a jumper when his own vast wardrobe is so easily accessible. . . but he's not sure he can do that just yet. he can't come right out and say it just yet, that it's too fresh, and. . . he trusts donna to hear it anyways. she always has done, really.
she watches that instinct flash across his face, and her fingers catch on his upper arm, giving it a little squeeze. his face relaxes and so does her chest, her shoulders dropping with relief.
"i've done this bit before. i didn't know i was doing it at the time, mind -" how could she? her memory was gone. but it was there, in the back of her mind, waiting - pulling at her like an invisible thread, a ghost of a life she never knew she had. you had a breakdown, sweetheart. fifteen years of thinking that does something to you.
it had been hard to make a body used to being in motion suddenly be at rest, even if she hadn't known that was the case.
"come on. creature comforts first. what would you say to some cocoa?"
it's a bit frightening, if he's being honest, the way she can read him like that, can know what he's thinking without needing a word. he's so used to being the doctor, mysterious and detached and above it all, even if that's not how he likes to word it, on some level it's the truth. he's always seen living a day to day life as something menial and torturous. seen being known, truly known, as something that he lost with his people, and he convinced himself it was better off that way.
oh, he built relationships, friendships, loves, lovers, enemies, but had anyone ever really SEEN him the way donna does ? the way she somehow always has, since that very first day she materialized in his tardis. he's never quite understood how she does it; it's just part of what makes her so absolutely brilliant.
guilt flashes across his features at the mention of her missing memories, and he has to bite back an apology (and endless string of apologies threatening to flood out of him; once it starts it may never stop), knowing it's not what she's after. instead, he forces himself to listen instead of acting, something he's never been particularly good at. something he'll need to learn, he reckons.
โ cocoa sounds. . . โ he trails off, searching for the right words, โ -- nice. โ domestic. like home.
@savesomeone sent: " i got you " donna @ 14
for a moment, his instinct is to pull back, retreat, distance himself from the very idea -- after all, he's the doctor, he's the one that's meant to be doing the saving! -- but only for a moment. he catches himself, and with some effort, calms the racing thoughts that the simple statement produced. after a moment, his hearts slow, and his stony expression melts into one of fondness, tinged with an inescapable exhaustion that's settled into his very BONES.
โ i sโpose you have, haven't you ? โ it's only the first step in what's certain to be a very long process, and yet it is a step, and if there's anyone he wants at his side for this journey ? it's her.
โ reassurance starters
โ i feel safe with you. i always have. โ
โ are you okay with this? โ
โ i trust you. you've got good values. โ
โ thank you for your patience. โ
โ can i kiss you? โ
โ i won't tell a soul. i promise. โ
โ i appreciate you for you. โ
โ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you. โ
โ you don't mind if i kiss you, do you? โ
โ it's okay, you know. it's only if you want to. โ
โ i want you to kiss me. โ
โ i would pretty much trust you with my life. โ
โ are you okay with being touched? โ
โ if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. โ
โ if there's anything you don't want to do, you don't have to. โ
โ you deserve the whole world. โ
โ do you want me to talk to them for you? โ
โ are you sure about this? โ
โ it's okay if you say no. โ
โ it's up to you. โ
โ i'll always support you. โ
โ you'll always have me. โ
โ we don't have to do this if you're not ready. โ
โ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. โ
โ do you want me to kiss you? โ
โ can i hug you? โ
โ i like kissing you. โ
โ you're really cute, you know. โ
โ you're adorable. god i love you. โ
โ you and me, we make a pretty good team. โ
โ you're worth everything. โ
โ i've never loved anyone the way i love you. โ
โ you promise this is okay? โ
โ are you okay with me kissing you? โ
โ you can always talk to me. always. โ
โ i'm here for you. โ
โ do you trust me? โ โ yes. โ
โ i like spending time with you. it's nice. โ
โ you make me happy. really happy. โ
โ it's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on. โ
โ you don't need to worry. you're safe. โ
โ i got you. โ
โ i'm not going anywhere. โ
โ call me, even if it's the middle of the night. โ
โ are you okay with this? โ
โ i'm extremely okay with this. โ
โ you know that i love you, right? โ
โ whenever you're ready, i'll be there. โ
โ if you're not ready, we can wait. โ
โ take your time. i'll wait for you. โ
โ don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are. โ
โ everything's gonna be okay. โ
โ you're not alone. โ
โ are you busy? can i talk to you for a moment? โ
โ you have me. you'll always have me. โ
At first she laughs, one of the doctor's little quips about himself, she didn't think too much of it, "well you always were lanky doctor" speaking without looking up. They weren't freakishly long, at least not that she had noticed, two hearts, long arms? just alien things, she didn't love him any less. "yes doctor we get it your arms are too long, do you have to just sit there having an existential crisis at the corner of the universe?" can never get them right the first time. FIRST TIME. "doctor..?", her eyes moving first but the corner of her eye didn't give enough vision, slowly Donna turned to face him. "what the HELL has happened to your arms"
it cocks its head -- the doctor's head -- to the side, just a little too far, watching donna. her racing mind, her fear, they feed it, and it twitches misshapen fingers once more as it begins to get a better grasp on size once more. it can't tell how long has passed since the captain, time is one of those THINGS that only exists within the bounds of the universe, a mystery to the void. maybe time made it more difficult.
โ bodies are so strange, โ it muses, bringing a hand up to examine, even as its eyes grow and distort, taking up far too much of its face. the doctor's face. melting. โ that's not right, is it ? โ it looks towards her, reaching out, reaching for her. let her think, let her wonder, let her fear.
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โ my arms are too long. โ it's almost like a mantra, as though stating it will cause the problem to fix itself. it doesn't. the arms are the hardest part it knows, so many little branches and details. โ too long, โ it repeats, misshapen fingers twitching as they drag along the cold metallic floor, colder still as it siphons the heat, adjusting, becoming physical, gaining mass, a Not-Thing becoming SOMETHING. oh, and not just any something. something powerful, something terrible. โ can never get them right the first time. โ it waits, urges her to look, to notice, to FEAR. it will use her, and it will become a thing and escape. oh, and then. . . it would CONSUME.
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"what? stop shivering?" she gives him a long, withering look - but it betrays fast enough that she knows exactly what is being referred to here. "it's an icebox in here."
it is cold. how do you heat a space that is presumably endless?
oh.
she doesn't resist. she lets herself get pulled in straightaway, a breath shuddering out of her. she takes another breath, lets it out, rests her head against his shoulder.
"i've already got it."
she has, hasn't she? that was never in question. an ordinary life, but the best one. the best daughter, the best husband. ( a husband who doesn't even mind her stepping into a box with an unfamiliar man. )
"they're the best. the both of them."
โ they are brilliant, โ he agrees with a nod, โ absolutely brilliant, your family, the whole lot of 'em. โ though he did have his issues with sylvia, the rest were lovely as can be. as she rests her head on his shoulder, he tucks his chin over her head, cradling her to his chest almost in the same way he had hours ago, when he'd need certain he was about to lose her. again.
โ but that bit was never in question, was it ? โ he challenges gently, tracing gentle shapes at her shoulder with his thumb, idle comfort as he broaches a difficult subject.
โ even after all this time, you still don't see it, do you ? how special you are. how absolutely BRILLIANT. โ
