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Tweak says, "Find the toe!"

The Doctor (not_your_tardis) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-06-15 02:53:00

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jonathan crane, molly suresh, the doctor (10)

Who: The Doctor and Open
What: The Doctor may well take up an old mantle (and he's shouting a lot)
Where: Just outside the Library.
When: Late in the night, early in the morning, and until someone listens
Rating: PG-13 for some likely heavy threats of violence (at least at first
Notes:

There was something. The Doctor wasn't sure what, but something happened. The distant hum of the vinvocci glass trembling with the build up of radiation, the look of despair and pleading on the face of a haggard Wilfred Mott, his shouting cries for The Doctor to carry on, and the silence which he delivered in reply. He'd felt his hearts sink, knowing well what was about to happen, that he was once again about to walk into his own, willing, death...and then...he was waking up somewhere completely wrong.

The Doctor was up and on his feet in a whirl and a flash. He was in a library, that he understood, but how? How had eluded him and...

"Wilfred!" The Doctor shouted, his face still battle scarred. "Wilfred!" He shouted again, his tones now ripe with violent rage as balled fists banged against his hips. "WILFRED!" He bellowed a third time, just as he caught sight of the armored figures of...armor..moving toward him. Under normal circumstances he might have regarded them with some kind of awe, some kind of wonder, but today was not a normal day. Today, The Doctor, The Time Lord Victorious, The Oncoming Storm, the man of myth and legend, the hero of a thousand worlds, a man revered and feared across all of space and time, was very, very, angry.

"Listen to me.." The Doctor began, as the suits closed in on him. "Today is not a day to play games, not with me. Maybe you know who I am, and maybe you have no idea, so let me tell you.." His words were hissed through serrated teeth. "I'm The Doctor - and today is not a day you want to be on my bad side - so I'm going to tell you this once, just once - Take. Me. Back." When they continued to advance, without a word, he produced the Sonic Screwdriver from his pocket. "Last Warning." He shouted, his words growing louder with each passing syllable. "TAKE. ME. BACK. NOW!."

When the device appeared to have no effect and the two figures caught him by his outstretched arm, The Doctor howled. "NO!" He shouted, tugging in vain against the creatures which seemed to have no trouble, or the time to speak to him, as they carried him to the exit. "Listen - just - just - just listen!" He pleaded, trying to dig his toes against the ground in resistance.

When this proved to be in vain, and the suits had carried him beyond the doors. The Doctor shouted. "LISTEN TO ME! If you don't take me back right now a good man - my friend - may very well be dead - a man who saved the world, a man who deserves to be hailed a hero is going to die - and you know what will happen if that man dies? If that man dies, I will be very, very, angry." And still the armor carried on before dropping him, quite literally, on the steps of the library, leaving the PDA to tumble down unnoticed by him.

"NO!" The Doctor shouted, already seemingly aware of what was about to happen as he did his best to scramble to his feet. The Doctor did his best to right himself on his feet to give chase, but the doors had already shut by the time his balled fists reached them, banging on in a rage that seemed to no know bounds.

"TAKE ME BACK!" He bellowed again, and again, and again. It didn't matter that it was night. It didn't matter that he was in a city. It didn't even matter that he didn't have a TARDIS - well, if he thought about it, that mattered. All that mattered, at that moment was the only person, things, suit of armor, whatever, that had any answer was on the other side of a door that would not open. This understanding had lit the fires in him that now threatened to burn whole worlds with little more than a gaze from his eyes.

"NO!" He bellowed again, his fists banging against the door. "LISTEN TO ME! YOU CAN'T do this! You can't! Please!" Fists railed against doors again before the screwdriver was given a second test. When it ended in an angry growl, the device was thrown, obviously in vain, at the doors, leaving The Doctor only one option.

He'd shout at the damn heavens until someone showed up, until someone heard him. He'd run up and down every street, demanding to be heard, with the anger and rage of an entire universe on his shoulders. Why?

Today was the day he'd seen his people return. Today was the day he'd stared in the face of the monstrosity they had become. Today was the day that he learned that it was his people, in response to what he had done, that had broken the mind of his childhood friend. It was this day that he'd seen the whole of Earth, his favorite planet, broken and shattered and twisted into some kaleidoscope of all his nightmares. Today was the day he had been through the most impossible things and seen his hearts pushed to their limits. Today was the day where he'd lost everything and, just when he'd been about to have one, tiny, victory, he'd been taken away.

Today was the angriest day The Doctor had ever known, and the whole world was about to know it.

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humanmapquest
2012-06-17 05:17 am UTC (link)

Molly was silent and patient as he examined her, waiting until he'd seemed to finish before responding. She didn't enjoy interrupting people if she could help it. Especially not those who seemed to want to help her. When he was done talking, though, she wasted no time in responding, despite the fact that her words were laced with a weariness that seemed to reach clear down to her bones.

"Some people are just beyond helping, as terrible as that is to say," she said first and foremost. "He'll come around, eventually. He just has to sort through over a thousand years of what he's always known before he can accept what's happening." If there was one thing Molly was absolutely sure about, it was the fact that the Doctor would, eventually calm down and start to listen to reason. She wasn't sure how it would happen, or even when, but she knew it would definitely occur. Just, as much as she hated to admit it, not because of anything she said or did.

Eyes fluttering open, her mind wondering when she'd even closed them, she added, "Up the street three blocks, then take a left. I stay at the apartments near the university." It wasn't too far of a walk, really, if you took the direct route. She typically didn't during her midnight strolls, as that defeated the entire purpose of strolling in the first place. But fortunately, there was a faster way to get there than the route she'd used to arrive here in the first place.

Another pause, as she forced herself to stand upright - although she kept a grip on him in case her legs threatened to give out again - and Molly gave Jonathan a faint, and somewhat weak, smile. "I'm fine," she assured him. Pausing, knowing that was a lie if ever there was one, she corrected, "I will be fine, at any rate. It's just my ability reminding me that I'm mortal despite my tendency to forget that sometimes." Drawing in a breath, she insisted, "Really. Thank you, for the concern, but there isn't a thing a doctor can tell me that I don't already know. Mostly, I just need to rest and heal."

Never mind that any doctor with the proper tools would point out that her brain was becoming damaged each and every time something like this happened. That was neither here nor there. She still wasn't going to stop looking for the Doctor, when necessary, despite the risks it might cause her. So, in her mind, having someone point out the dangers it entailed really was moot. It was just easier, for all involved, if she went home and slept until she felt better.

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andintheendfear
2012-06-17 05:21 am UTC (link)

Jonathan stared at her for a moment, frowning before sighing and shifting, easily lifting her up onto his back. "Try to hold on," he said. He could have carried her easier in a 'bridal' style, but it seemed a bit forward.

He started towards her apartment, trying to keep a fast pace so he could get her into bed before she collapsed.

"Tell me about him," he said, partially interested in the man, but more to keep an 'eye' on her consciousness as he couldn't physically do it with her connected to him.

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