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The Doctor (not_your_tardis) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-06-16 20:28:00

Entry tags:

jack harkness, jonathan crane, rose tyler, the doctor (10)

Who: The Doctor and Open
What: Having given his temper several days to decide, The Doctor visits a lake, sees Jack, and ends up getting in a fight with a very strange thing and....RUNNING!
Where: The Lake, and surrounding grounds, possibly spilling out into the city.
When: Saturday, June 16th, late evening
Rating: Likely PG - now updated to R, for language.
Notes: Random Scenes make me happy!

It had been one of his worst days ever, and since, he'd not run, but walked. He'd walked, and walked, being careful to stay away from any would be passerby, from anyone who might have spoke to him, from anyone who might have talked to him at all. The Doctor knew, understood, what his temper could do. He knew, better than anyone could have imagined, because he'd been there. He'd been the one to think it, to see it unfold in front of him, to make it happen. He'd been the catalyst for the greatest undoing, the greatest legends, across time and space - and he knew better than to risk subjecting anyone else to that.

His message had been heard, of that he was certain, but The Doctor gave no reply as he wandered the streets of this new city with a downcast gaze and tattered suit. He now understood just what was in front of him. Rose was here, Martha was here, even River Song was here. There was, of course, The Master as well, and several other voices he did not recognize. Everyone though, save three, and the voice of a child, were all reminders of how he'd failed and he wasn't entirely convinced the others weren't part of some strange time stream of his either, given how non-nonchalantly they'd responded.

At least now he knew that Molly had been telling the truth, and that meant there were others out there, another Doctor, at the very least - and that was never a good thing. The Doctor had struggled to find his bearings, wandering the city, trying to think. Did he trust The Master, was Wilfred really going to be fine? How could he even have known who he was talking about unless..

The Doctor didn't even finish the thought. There was no need. If it was The Master, somehow making his way back from the other side of the Time Lock, this place wouldn't look like this at all. There would be no park, no lake, no buildings, no city, no people. The Time Lords would have erased it all, and it simply never would have been. There was at least a small comfort in that, as he approached the edge of the lake, dropping down to his haunches to run his fingers through the blades of grass. He sighed, softly, whispering to himself the one question he always seemed to be asking himself.

"What do I do now?"

His dark eyes drifted skyward, as if the stars themselves might have an answer or, at the very least, a TARDIS.

That would have been nice.

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andintheendfear
2012-06-17 06:57 am UTC (link)

Jonathan stumbled back as he was punched, holding his broken nose, tears filling his eyes. He opened his mouth to answer when a low, animistic growl spilled from him.

Eyes widening in horror, Jonathan opened his mouth again to warn them, and instead of even a growl, a cloud of Fear Toxin spilling out.

Jonathan stumbled back from the pair, trembling in fear, shaking his head in denial as a pain filled scream was wretched from him.

Clothing tore, skin splitting, Jonathan simply 'grew'. His body filled out, muscles rippling, being coated with a burlap 'skin', threaded through with yarn veins. The bones of his feet expanded, sinking into the grass, naked and visible wile black fur started sprouting over his arms, head and legs.

Straw started shooting out of his body, sticking out between the 'skin' and bones of his arms, legs and neck.

"Little toys..." the beast growled, more toxin being expelled with each breath. "Little toys that hurt little Crane..."

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not_your_tardis
2012-06-17 07:13 am UTC (link)

There was something about getting punched in the face by an effective stranger that had a way of making you very, very, angry. Then there was something about seeing the person get punched in return that was, even to The Doctor, at that moment, very, very, satisfying. Even in the face of it all he had no stomach for violence. Then, of course, there was something about seeing someone who just got punched in the face grow much, much, taller and start sprouting straw and oozing gas.

"Jack.." The Doctor spoke his name fervently, clambering to his feet and grabbing the other man by the arm. "Remember that thing we used to do a lot of back in the day?"

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timeaftertime
2012-06-17 07:18 am UTC (link)

Retaliatory punches were definitely satisfying for Jack, and he actually knew how to punch without hurting himself. The satisfaction, of course, was very short-lived. Usually, punching someone didn't start them morphing into some kind of gas-spewing straw-creature.

Jack brought up his free arm so the sleeve could help against the gas. "Yeah. Oh yeah. It's definitely coming back to me. RUN!"

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	not_your_tardis 2012-06-17 07:24 am UTC (link)
	"That's the one!" The Doctor replied, tugging his own arm up and over his face before tattered white shoes got down to that very thing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	andintheendfear 2012-06-17 07:25 am UTC (link)
	"Little toys scared?" the beast asked, a grin crossing it's grotesque face, pointy teeth on full display. "Run, little toys!" he growled, lashing out at them with sharp claws, eager for the chase. He lumbered after them, toxing spewing behind as he occasionally swiped, laughing manically. "Chase, chase, chase, FEAR." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	timeaftertime 2012-06-17 07:33 am UTC (link)
	He would've hollered a response to the Doctor except he was a bit busy with the nose-covering and the running. He had no idea what that gas was, but it couldn't be anything good, considering the source. If nothing else, it might make their clothes stink. "I have a gun!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

not_your_tardis
2012-06-17 07:36 am UTC (link)

The Doctor just groaned as his legs broke them into a full sprint.

"What is it with you and guns!?" He shouted. "It's twelve feet tall and made of STRAW!! A cigarette would likely do more good against the thing or a blowtorch - don't suppose you've got one of those, have you?"

It was just like old times, so much so that The Doctor actually laughed

"Have you missed it?" He quipped as they moved deeper into the park, hoping the trees gave them cover.

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	andintheendfear 2012-06-17 07:42 am UTC (link)
	"Pretty little toys with pretty brown hairs..." Scarebeast said, managing to gain a bit of ground with a few leaps, reaching out, claws just barely brushing over the tips of the Doctor's air, giggling. "Can I play with little toys? Such soft skins..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

timeaftertime
2012-06-17 07:48 am UTC (link)

The reach and gait really weren't fair, not that turning into a crazy monster was fair.

He yelled over at the Doctor, "I have to shoot things! I don't smoke! Do I look like I have a blowtorch?!"

He instinctively ducked when the creature reached for the Doctor and couldn't help laughing as well. Yeah, if he could laugh over running at the end of the universe, he could easily laugh in the park. "Hey, who're you calling little?!"

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	not_your_tardis 2012-06-17 07:50 am UTC (link)
	"I've seen you ride bombs!" The Doctor defended, arcing his figure to increase his speed a little better. "It seemed like a reasonable question!" The Doctor was pulling the screwdriver from his pocket, his eyes spinning around the park around them. Suddenly laser didn't sound so bad. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	andintheendfear 2012-06-17 07:53 am UTC (link)
	"Little toy two is mouthy...Like little toy two, little toy one useless and boring, Scream for me" ScareBeat roared, swiping at them again. There was a heavy panting sound from the beast, the toxin coming out in little puffs. "Little toys...fast..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

timeaftertime
2012-06-17 07:57 am UTC (link)

"It was the Blitz! There were bombs aplenty! What are you gonna do, throw a yo-yo at it?!"

He didn't chance throwing off his balance to look back at the monster, but he had to wonder at the sounds he was hearing. Was the thing getting tired? Was it really a human transformed or something else? The swipe came close enough for the air to throw his coat about and he was very glad it didn't tear the fabric.

"Doc!" He threw out an arm to point at the lake.

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not_your_tardis
2012-06-17 08:03 am UTC (link)

"Better than you!" He shouted. "Trying to use a Banana as a gun! Mind you - I much prefer Bananas!"

The swipe and stumble was enough for The Doctor to stumble a step, the arm of his coat flapping away from his mouth for a moment before he tucked it back up against his face.

Was it..wheezing? Was it running out of Breath?

When Jack pointed at the lake The Doctor looked at him, quite serious. "Now is no time for a swim!"

Then it occurred to him and The Doctor started changing course, running straight at the lake.

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andintheendfear
2012-06-17 08:06 am UTC (link)

"Wrong...screaming..." Scarebreast yelled, stumbling after them.

Unfortunately, even for a creature for enhanced endurance, he could only use the reserves Jonathan had in the first place.

And Jonathan, for all his brilliance and medical training...didn't eat.

Scarebeast stumbled over his feet, collapsing to his hands, panting. A screaming growl was torn from his throat as his body shuddered and collapsed in on itself, shifting and mutating, leaving behind a naked Jonathan Crane who was clutching at the grass, as if trying to hold onto the ground.

The man was crying, soundless, but with large tears rolling down his cheeks, body shaking from strain and stress, bruises on his flesh from where the bones had shifted and mutated.

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timeaftertime
2012-06-17 08:11 am UTC (link)

"Because you tricked me! And it was sonic!"

He almost retorted when the Doctor caught on and veered towards the lake, Jack close with him.

Then the sounds behind them got very strange. Jack chanced a look both to see what they were and if the creature was following their changed course. The chase had abruptly ended, and Jack watched in confusion as the monster morphed into... well, a really pathetic sight.

"What in the..."

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	not_your_tardis 2012-06-17 08:20 am UTC (link)
	"It was still a gun!" The Doctor shouted back, only to follow suit moments later when the chase ended. He paused for a moment, before his brows knitted in confusion and the screwdriver was turned, in a semi-threatening manner..or as much as one could threaten with a sonic screwdriver anyway..toward the man. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	andintheendfear 2012-06-17 08:27 am UTC (link)
	Jonathan coughed, blood specking his lips and he fell over onto his side, rocking in pain. He started crying in earnest, begging and appolagizing and praying, all done in a frantic, confusion filled jumble. Foggy, tea filled eyes focused on them, expression filled with pain that they were going to hurt him again. That he was going to hurt him again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	timeaftertime 2012-06-17 08:31 am UTC (link)
	"Didn't see your banana getting us to safety, did I?" He kept his arm up as he was catching his breath, in case the gas hadn't quite dissipated yet. "... Huh. Okay... what?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

not_your_tardis
2012-06-17 08:36 am UTC (link)

"It could have - very handy in a chase a banana." The Doctor defended, his chest rising and falling with the rapid intake of air through his coat.

He stared at the collapsed sight, the coughing and sputtering man, for a moment before he passed the screwdriver through the air in his vague direction and, very slowly, lowered his arm. He wasn't quite ready to jump in and try and save the man, not yet, too many variables, and he'd not had the best of day. Still, some instincts were hard to fight.

After a moment, The Doctor jogged up to the man. "Jack." He spoke sharply. "Help me get him near the lake. He needs water." Why? Because everyone needed water, almost always. That and if he did suddenly revert into a twelve foot tall monstrosity of straw that looked like something out of a farmers nightmare, they'd be a lot closer to water.

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	andintheendfear 2012-06-17 08:41 am UTC (link)
	Jonathan coughed again, more blood staining the grass, groaning in pain, and fear, wanting nothing more then to curl up in a ball and die to escape the pain. He started struggling when the doctor mentioned water, whimpering in terror. They were going to drown him! "Let go of me!" he started screaming. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

timeaftertime
2012-06-17 08:45 am UTC (link)

"What, throw the banana and hope it's distracting?"

Although he had the natural instinct to think of the naked, frail, crying thing as with a certain level of sympathy, he couldn't help also considering the possibility that this was a way of luring in prey when chasing them didn't work. He approached cautiously, ready to pick the man up if the Doctor needed him to, but-- yeah, that wasn't going to happen easily, was it?

"Hey! Settle! Okay, why is he coughing up blood? What is he?"

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not_your_tardis
2012-06-17 08:51 am UTC (link)

"Banana's are slippery - well, I say bananas, I mean the peels." The Doctor commented, ignoring any protests to the contrary Jonathan might have made, and passed the screwdriver over his naked body.

"Human. Mostly Human. At least, basically human." The Doctor explained. "Some kind of altered genetics. I'd need the TARDIS to know more. The blood is likely from the massive energy recombination in the alternation phase of his metamorphosis - not unlike that of your vesperforms, but, mind you, they're physiology is built for that kind of things - humans are, well, not - well, I say not, but what I mean is that their genetic makeup is ill suited withstand prolonged or excessive reductions and expansions of it's base genetic code."

The Doctor dashed away, only to return with his hands cupped full of water, and held it out to the mans mouth.

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andintheendfear
2012-06-17 08:56 am UTC (link)

Jonathan refused the water for a long moment before accepting the drink, realizing the Doctor was trying to help him and not kill him.

A few sips in, when it was between licking the Doctor's hand and stopping, he laid back in Jack's arms, resting against the larger man's chest. "Toxin," he gasped out, throat raw.

"My lungs can't handle the toxin production, it explodes the bronchial sacs." He coughed again, gagging on the blood for a moment, before weakly collapsing against Jack again.

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timeaftertime
2012-06-17 09:02 am UTC (link)

He shifted the weight in his arms-- all too slight, did this guy even eat-- and listened to the Doctor. He grimaced as he imagined what was going on in those lungs. "So is that assuming he's been changed by something or was born as something else but didn't quite get the genes to accomodate this?"

"Toxin, huh? Are you coughing it up on me?" He really didn't want blood or anything else on the coat, for his own sake and for what Ianto would think of that. "Did somebody poison you?"

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not_your_tardis
2012-06-17 09:09 am UTC (link)

The Doctor waved the screwdriver over him again.

"Changed. This makeup is decidedly not human." The Doctor explained while he pondered what to do next. "Something about his genetic makeup and the chemicals produced when he's under stress - mind you, just a theory." The Doctor puzzled over him for a moment, before gently stroking Jonathan's hair, trying to help calm him. "He's had some real cowboys in there, and they've made an awful mess of him." The Doctor, at that moment, actually had a very real sense of pity for the man and...

...All of the sudden his eyes went wide.

"Cowboys!" The Doctor shouted, before jamming his mouth against Jonathan's and giving a deep inhale, doing his absolute best to draw the toxin out of the man, and literally spit it onto the ground next to them.