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The Tenth Doctor (_ten_) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-06-21 00:01:00

Entry tags:

!closed, rose tyler, the doctor (10)

Who: The Doctor (10) and Rose
When: About a week after the Doctor arrives.
What: Meeting up for a drink.
Where: The Park/The Pub
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD

He was going mad. More than that. He was in danger of going past mad and coming all the way round to being sane again. So mad he actually appeared normal, and that was always the most dangerous type of mad to be. The Doctor was a traveller, and suddenly he was stuck in one place. Not even on one planet or in one solar system. One city and one time when the days went in the right order and you couldn't even skip over the boring bits. He didn't know how humans managed it.

It was worse, in a way, that he had the TARDIS (Or a version of her, at any rate.) and yet she refused to fly. It was as if whoever had stuck them here was taunting him, playing with him. It was frustrating, and many times he'd ended up lashing out, kicking something and shouting. He had a very sore toe on his right foot where he'd kicked one of the TARDIS's new pillars, then apologized profusely to the machine while hopping around on one foot.

The Doctor sighed, flinging his head back to look up at the strange sky, his hands deep in the pockets of his trench coat as he waited for Rose to arrive. A pub... It had been a long time since he'd been in a pub. The last one he'd been to had had a bartender with eyes on the back of his head. Literally. And it had served drinks in gas form. The Doctor was pulled from this pleasant memory as he noticed a golden head hurrying towards him, and a trademark grin flashed over his face.

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_ten_
2010-08-03 11:37 am UTC (link)

The Doctors grin grew as she approached, head tilting a little as his dark eyes flashed. She was carrying another drink, although he was quite sure she'd helped herself to a few more while her back was turned. The smell of alcohol burnt a little in his nostrils, which picked up most things a little better than Rose. The Doctor could tell you how much hydrogen and oxygen was in a planets atmosphere with a single breath, could tast the minerals cradled in the soil in a blade of grass. Only right now he could smell alcohol. And the syrup of the coke. And Rose.

He swung his feet down briefly from where they rested on the table, letting the blonde squeeze past to reach her seat. And as she sat down, complaining about the quite frankly deserted bar, he placed his legs back on the wooden tabletop, and he watched her. She was nervous. You could more ofrless see how the chemicals and adrenaline danced through her system, bringing blood to her cheeks in a pleasant flush of colour.

But, he reminded himself, things were no different here. Not really. He was over nine hundred years old, and she would age faster than him anyway. The only thing that was different here was that they were stuck here, and he had to remember it.

"You kissed me," he finally commented, although the tone was wrong. Careful. Considerate. He might as well have been posed with a difficult maths question or a new planet to consider. His voice suggested, it was just that. A fact, and he just had to work out why it was as it was.

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-03 06:41 pm UTC (link)

He wouldn't stop grinning. Normally that would make her laugh and join him but right now she just wanted to glare at the way he was acting. She knew he would be able to tell what she was feeling, his Time Lord senses would tingle or whatever. He always was too good at knowing if she was hiding things after all. Perhaps he just knew her, but she was well aware of those abilities he had that made him show off.

His feet moved from their resting place for a moment but once she had sat they were back. Sipping her drink she let her eyes pass around the bar as she felt his eyes on hers. It wasn't really until he spoke, with such a tone that made her want to kiss and strangle him at the same time, that her eyes fell on him again.

She had so many responses to that. The way he had said it, the statement itself. She could ignore it and pretend she didn't hear him or maybe just shrug and change the subject. Or she could apologise but no way was she doig that. But then, before she knew what she was saying, the part of their short kiss that stayed in her mind was blurted out.

"You kissed me back." Her tone was almost the same as his. No accusations. Just a simple statement that he could not deny.

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_ten_
2010-08-04 10:04 pm UTC (link)

"Yeeees," he pondered. A woman glared at him, and he looked back, lost in his own thoughts until he seemed to snap back to reality. With a guilty grin, he swung his legs off the table, tucking the long limbs away under his chair as the elderly barmaid snorted and looked away.

He decided, in a flash, that it would be best to pretend that brief kiss hadn't happened. It was hard enough here, and he had to leave eventually. He knew from experience how hard it was to say goodbye to Rose, and he knew he was barely strong enough to go through it again. Who knew what would happen if he allowed himself to... well...

She would have to go back to the place she was supposed to be sooner or later - he couldn't imagine what mess they were making across the void just by sitting here together. No. Better to leave it. Things were bad enough. And he head learnt his lesson when it came to getting too attached. They all had to leave in the end.

Reaching for his drink, the Doctor's tone was almost painfully lighthearted. It was a voice that quite clearly said the topic was closed. "The people who come here..." he asked, his eyes fixed on the glass. "Are they all... different? Special?"

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-05 09:34 am UTC (link)

She followed his legs to the ground, gazing at the woman who had made him do so. Because suddenly something had changed, she could feel it, and she didn't want to look at him. Despite what he may occasionally think, she knew him too well. She knew he wouldn't take the initiative, and she knew he would push the kiss away as something friends did. She hadn't travelled with him and learnt nothing.

And when he started to talk she knew she was right. And it made her know where she stood now. Someone that he cared for as a close friend, best friend maybe. But that was it. And she just had to accept that and it seemed, when she took a large sip of her drink, that getting drunk would be the first step to accepting it.

"You mean people who come to Colligo? I don't know if we're all special, most of us seem to just be normal people with maybe one or two things not so normal about them." Her tone stayed neutral, not wanting to let go of things as easily as he did. And after all, she wasn't really special, unless you included all those things she had done with the Doctor the two years she was with him.

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_ten_
2010-08-05 02:05 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor spun on his chair, sitting on it sideways so he faced her. His elbow dropped to rest on his knee, his sharp chin balanced in the cup of his palm. A serious, thoughtful expression had taken him over as he absently ran his tongue over his teeth, glad for something new to think about that would push recent events to the back of his mind. "Well, there must be something. Me... You.. Merlin, Robin, Guinevere... It's like a museum. Colligo..." He tasted the name of the city on his tongue. "It's well named, I'll give them that. Awwhh.."

A familiar broad grin blossomed, and he stared across at Rose, suddenly happy. "It is good though, isn't it? I mean. Bad, but good. Another drink?" He jumped to his feet, knocking the table a little clumsily as he forced his lanky frame up to its full height. He was strangely glad to get away. The Doctor may not have been the most aware person when it came to groups and feelings, but even he could pick up on the funny atmosphere which had suddenly arrived at the table.

Striding over to the bar, he once again brought the flats of his hands down on the wooden surface, taking a deep breath of alcohol-rich air. The memory of the kiss played over him, before he forced it back. There was over five centuries between them in age, even if you didn't consider the species difference. The whole thing was, in complete honesty, ridiculous. "Same again, please."

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-05 10:26 pm UTC (link)

She scoffed a little when he mentioned her as an example amongst all those people. The Doctor, well, he had his own area of special. The others mentioned were legends so of course they were special. She took another drink, all but draining the contents, before dropping her gaze to him at the grin on his face. Ah here it came. And despite her foul mood she gave a little smile.

"Yeah. Bad but good." At his question she simply nodded before watching him leave the table. She really should have offered to go herself, could have gotten a few more shots.

No. No that was a bad idea. Tipsy in front of the Doctor was okay. Blind drink was not. She'd just wait until she got home to do that. Find something to do and drown herself in whatever alcohol she may have. That was the Tyler way of dealing with things after all.

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_ten_
2010-08-07 04:50 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor finished off his drink more quickly than he'd meant to, throwing it back easily so it burnt the back of his mouth and pooled heavily in his stomach. At around that time, a crowd of people pushed their way through the door, shouting and clamoring, pushing to the bar. The Doctor watched with a mild curiosity, with the air of someone hooked on a nature documentary or an exhibit in a zoo. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth. He did love humans.

"Ready to go?" He suddenly turned back to Rose, a bright smile lodged in place. "I don't want to be away from the TARDIS too long. She's parked under trees and birds keep... well.." He quirked an eyebrow playfully, though there was a note of the serious there. The Doctor was almost painfully overprotective of that blue box.

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-08 11:57 am UTC (link)

Her eyes went between the Doctor and her table, not really knowing what to do. She had assumed he would stay with her, or come back, but he was downing his drink with surprising ease. Then people were leaving and the Doctor was looking back at her, that grin back in place. At his question she nodded and finished the rest of her drink before standing and grabbing her bag.

"Sure," she said, laughing softly at his reason for going. "I'm sure she'll be fine. And it's your fault for parking her there. With that, she shook her head and nodded at the door as she began to walk to it. "Come on then."

She had a feeling this was how it was going to be; back to normal. The kiss would be long forgotten by him and she would just have to do the same.

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