burnthroughtime (burnthroughtime) wrote in campcretaceous, @ 2011-09-13 23:50:00 |
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The Doctor was no stranger to wild and inexplicable adventures. They happened all the time around every corner at the edges of the universe and back. They were an everyday sorta thing and in these situations he instantly became in his element; even after all this time. Of course, once upon a time that might have not been so true. Long ago, in a place the Doctor rare if ever tried to keep close in mind. Much things were like this, for a long while, ageless in fact, despite his young appearance.
It would be a lie to say that the Doctor wasn’t aged. In fact, it was downright ridiculous. In those glimpsing seconds between fast talk and energetic smiles came a kind of solemn, ageless presence; a hidden passenger to reflect ghost like to those simple seconds that one might catch. Seconds in reality reflecting those he’d lost, everything he’d lost; the seams of reality could uncoil, the worlds could tear apart but the Doctor would still do whatever he could if just to save one of those single lives. The man kept this hidden, a kind of existence beyond the travels, beyond the universe that splayed out in front of them.
He traveled down the hall, making his way quickly through each area towards the one Rory had specified. Rory. Brilliant Rory. Quirky Rory. Odd, bizarre, fantastic Rory. How many adventures had they had? How many times had they been dragged through the heart of time, adventure after adventure, to still be here. Alive. Growing. Moving. They never did quite stop running. Even after so much time, after little Rory; remembering quite vividly the expression, the planets, the foreign language spliced together with a wild, quirky grin of his own. The time jumps, the lost situations, the insane but fantastic runs through universe and worlds. And all of it at the end, still right here, still just as fantastic as before.
And that in itself could maybe even be the Doctor’s savior. Somehow, at the heart of it, they kept on running. And in itself, the Doctor was a little too blind to acknowledge the day that it might just suddenly stop.
“Rory!” The man, all energy and a good grin, threw the door open in a swish of trench coat and spiky, wild brown hair. “Did you see—dinosaurs. Tell me that’s not brilliant, eh? When's the last time we've had dinosaurs.”