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theboywhowaited ([info]theboywhowaited) wrote in [info]colligo_network,
@ 2011-11-13 14:50:00

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Entry tags:idris, jack harkness, rory williams, the doctor (11)

[Meant to be private to River, but very much public]

...Mels. Melody. Listen to me. I...can't say I understand. I don't know what's happening exactly, but we've known each other our whole lives. I know...I know you might be angry at me, I'm angry at me. I didn't protect you. I didn't help you. I wasn't there for you and you deserve better. But more importantly...all of this is my fault.

If you want to blame anyone, blame me. Not the Doctor. The Doctor saved me. He saved Amy. He made our lives have meaning and...he's my best friend. It's my fault that this has happened to you. It's my fault you didn't have a dad, didn't have a childhood, that things turned out this way.

Please. Talk to me. Let the Doctor's friends go.

[Actually private to Jack]

...I need your help. I'm going to try and find River. Do you think you could maybe give me a hand...?



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[info]thenameofsanity
2011-11-15 08:09 am UTC (link)
Promises, promises, you old prude.

Oh, I don't know. I think I've put forth good effort so far. At least, I've made your dear, beloved pet wish for the sweet kiss of death. I'd let her say as much herself but, well, she's a bit indisposed at the moment. I'm sure you understand.

You will be coming along to get her soon, won't you? I'm growing ever so tired of hearing her shriek. Gives me quite an aching in my head.

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