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Castiel ([info]celestialintent) wrote in [info]lost_world,
@ 2013-04-29 23:21:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, castiel, ninth doctor

Yes, it can be a bit more sonic (The Doctor)
Despite his overwhelming joy at having Anna returned to him, Cas had not forgotten that there was a mission at hand. He'd promised Mary he would assist her in finding her father and though his investigations had yielded nothing in regard to Dean, he'd taken to observing the people of the area they were in as carefully as possible. From what he could tell, they behaved as similarly to humans as might any other humanoid species, yet their complacency was somewhat troubling.

For one, they saw nothing out of the ordinary regarding the various happenings at night, nor did they seem inclined to do anything about it. To them, the pagan celebrations their entire culture seemed centered around were nothing short of commonplace. He did not understand the planet and the more he attempted to investigate, the less he found in the relevant sense. If anything, he'd gotten better at spotting others who were displaced like him, but in regard to finding Dean, that would not be helpful. As it was, he'd already covered the block twice and had asked as many people as possible if they'd seen a man by the name of Dean Winchester.

Talking to people however...that had never been one of his personal strengths. Were there not some necessity to speak with others in order to find his missing friend, he likely would have avoided it entirely, but he saw little choice. The man in question he at least recognized - Cas had seen him once before on the cruise liner and had even spoken with him regarding the hellhounds. He remembered him being addressed as 'The Doctor,' yet with no other title. Cas didn't claim to understand it, but the name itself was of little import. He only needed to remind himself that it would likely be best to approach this man as if they had not met before. After all, he doubted this was the same Doctor as the one he'd encountered.

Walking up to the other man, Cas stared at him blankly, meeting his eyes. It never occurred to him that such an act could be considered unsettling. "Excuse me," he said. "You...were brought here, yes? Displaced from your point in time just as many of us were? If you don't mind, there is something I need to ask you."


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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-01 11:40 pm UTC (link)
Knowing at least some of the story regarding Rose, Cas chose to leave it at that. He doubted the Doctor and Rose were mates as he and Anna were, but if there was any sort of romantic affiliation, he could relate to just how unpleasant the sense of absence was. He was sorry Rose was not there...but given the way the dimension worked, he felt it was potentially only a matter of time.

"It...is as good a theory as any," he admitted on the subject of witches. "I've met some that delved into the realms of necromancy. None of those situations ended well...and in all honesty, I'm only relying on what I know. That is not to say this is not completely alien in origin in either the literal or metaphorical sense."

He felt the Doctor likely only believed in witches as much as he believed in angels, but that was all right. He knew enough about the difference in reality for Cas to be comfortable with discussing it and he imagined the Doctor had at least had similar encounters if not in the past, then in the future.

"This is providing anything is behind this at all."

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-04 12:50 am UTC (link)
Belief wasn't the question.

Witches were fact. As were angels. But whether they were connected to the divine or a higher power in some way was a different thing altogether that the Doctor did not believe had much to do with faith at all.

"Something is behind this," he said. "My TARDIS didn't handicap herself. And I certainly didn't do it. None of the people I've met lately have the intelligence to do anything like that, either. No. Something is behind this."

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-04 01:06 am UTC (link)
"The people themselves seem as if they're under some form of control, but I can no longer examine their minds or souls. I've questioned as many as possible. They all report the same and simply tell me to avoid the monsters. I did not heed that advice."

Cas had never suspected the Doctor. If that were the case, he likely would have killed the man and several of his regenerations already, but that was an unpleasant thought he had no desire to keep in his mind. The Doctor was a good man. Both of them had been.

"Have you learned anything different from them?" he asked curiously.

Cas supposed he could recover the corpses of one or two of the creatures and examine each organ closely for any suspicious markings. No one in close proximity to him was likely to approve, but then he didn't feel he had any choice. If they were marked, he would still need to know.

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-07 05:04 am UTC (link)
He could no longer examine their minds or souls? Fascinating. And terrifying. The Doctor would have to find another angel to speak to. He wanted to know what their true history was.

And what planet they came from.

From them. Them, he supposed, being the people here. The Doctor shook his head.

"Not much interaction, really. Been quite focused on figuring out the TARDIS's problem, and on the actual human people that were grabbed up and put here like I was."

It was times like these he really missed Rose. She would've gone out and found out all sorts of things while he'd been doing that.

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-07 05:29 am UTC (link)
"Where I was before, the TARDIS as you call it also refused to work," he replied. "It was still alive, yet it refused to travel through time when you willed it. This was a source of great frustration. As for the people, I remember you questioning them, yet no solution was ever found."

For all Cas knew, those people were still trapped aboard that cruise liner. Given their complacency, he felt they would be there until they were not. There was no effort to understand anything and everything had been taken for granted. He didn't like it. Though...he then realized what he'd said to the Doctor could be misconstrued and taken as an insult.

"That was through no fault of your own," he said. "Many of the people there were not cooperative. But if there is anything I can do to assist, I would be happy to."

He still understood time-space mechanics and how one would manipulate them in order to travel backwards or forwards. The knowledge had never left him, despite his inability to ever physically travel through ever again. Yet considering that it weakened him anyway, it was one of the few things he didn't miss. If he was to die, he had no desire for a cerebral hemorrhage to kill him.

"You're taking me to Dean, so...I will owe you."

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-08 01:37 am UTC (link)
The Doctor shook his head and held up his hand.

"You keep bringing that up like I remember it," he said. "I wasn't there. You know better than most that time's not a straight line."

He understood that Cas was trying to help him sort it out, but even so, the Doctor would really rather not continue to hear about things he might do in his future. Not fun to have spoilers.

And he *would* find a solution.

The Doctor gave Cas a half-smile. "No. You don't. You can choose to help me, or you can choose not to. You don't owe me things. That's not how I work. I'll get to the bottom of why the TARDIS is missing parts. I'm certain of it."

Oncoming storms, after all, did not often swerve from their paths.

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-08 02:28 am UTC (link)
"No, I'm only relating it to you," Cas replied simply. "And while that may be true, then yes. I choose to help you."

He still felt as if he owed the Doctor something, but then realized the other man likely had no concept of it. Cas himself had hardly any concept of it prior to his encounter with the Winchesters, but he'd long since learned that most interaction with them was on the basis of transaction. If he could not function as a weapon or provide them with information, then he was likely to be admonished for it. Less so with Sam, but he was beyond trying to change either of them.

"And for all you know, this is not your future," he replied. "You may be a fixed point, but you can embrace the possibility of an alternate self, yes?"

If it was possible for him, then it was theoretically possible for anyone. And if that were potentially the Doctor's future, then he didn't wish it on the man. Somehow Cas very much doubted being forced to remain stationary would please him.

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-11 12:27 am UTC (link)
"Oh, I know I have alternate selves," the Doctor said.

He knew. Without a doubt. He would regenerate one day, and become someone different, with the same memories. But also, there were duplicates of him throughout time. Notably, there were two sets of him who visited the day Rose's father died. But this was not the only instance of such a thing.

"I'd rather not embrace them, though. Paradoxes are ugly. We've got enough problems."

He left it at that. There were things the Doctor simply did not wish to know.

"Alright. So. Helping, yes? Shall we speak to actual citizens?"

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-11 01:09 am UTC (link)
Cas nodded. "Yes. That would be best. We should find a nexus of human interaction."

Knowing all too well what it was like when humans avoided the subject, Cas decided to speak no more of it. The Doctor was in some ways more incomprehensible than even Dean. Or Bobby. Having watched only humanity exclusively, Cas would admit that he didn't quite understand Galifreyans at all.

"It may be best to search the hospital. Find anyone who's been attacked. If specific people were targeted, then we can question them as to why and see if any names continually reappear in our investigation."

Cas expected to be laughed off. Partially because it was the Doctor and partially because it was simply something that happened. Very rarely did anyone take him seriously. At least until there was a knife in their faces, but...he sought to refrain from that.

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-13 05:21 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor could not help but grin. A nexus of human interaction. Oh, he'd love to be a fly on the wall when they taught beings like Cas how to act like humans.

The Hospital. The Doctor considered. He could easily get a glimpse at medical technology that might not be human. He could easily see how careful their captors weren't.

He gave a nod. "Yes, excellent. Hospital it is. Lead on."

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-13 10:27 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor's smile was a strange reaction for him to have, but Cas led him to the hospital nevertheless. As always, it was crowded and gave him a sense of being confined, but then it could never be said that he much liked hospitals. Having been injured and admitted to several, they always felt like unnecessary prisons. He knew what his vessel could take and what it could not. The fact that most doctors tried to tell him otherwise when they couldn't see the vessel down to the sub-atomic level was laughable.

And as soon as they entered, he walked directly past the main desk. This was the part where lying was often the only option and that was something Cas was not well-versed in. They looked like two men in leather jackets and jeans. That would not convince anyone that they were law officials, but then...given what the people on this planet tended to avoid noticing, Cas wasn't concerned as he moved directly through to the elevators. From there, they'd simply have to behave as if they belonged there.

"The cafeteria sometimes works if you wish to overhear doctors discuss symptoms, but I've found the trauma ward is best...if the patients are conscious," he explained. "Unless of course you have a better solution."

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-16 08:45 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor followed.

On a level that had nothing to do with the problem at hand, he was fascinated by the outing and that he was having it with a former angel. There weren't many of those, former angels.

On the level that mattered, he was very focused.

... a better solution.

To find out what, indeed, the make-up was of the people in this place, the Doctor had a few ideas.

"Right. Trauma ward is iffy. Unless..."

The Doctor held up his right pointer finger and ducked into a doorway. When he returned, he was wearing a long white labcoat. He did not have a name badge, the way most people in the hospital did, but he did have psychic paper in his pocket, and that was just as good. He removed that, and clipped it to the place the badge should go.

Anyone seeing it would see what they wished to see: credentials.

"Trauma ward. Yes. On we press. I'd very much like to see some x-rays and lab results."

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-17 12:17 am UTC (link)
Cas pulled his own false identification from his jacket. He was unable to lie, but he still maintained everything that was necessary - an FBI badge, several different driver's licenses...and one other qualification. "And as far as you're concerned, I'm army police," he explained. "I'm examining the records of someone who was admitted."

He'd had it explained to him numerous times - people in the army apparently ran when they experienced too much pressure and tried to abandon their missions. It made little sense to Cas seeing as it was a massive tactical mistake, yet he supposed he could also understand the desire to do it. If anything, humans feared pain and death above all else.

Moving down the corridor, he paid no mind to the other physicians or patients. He'd never had the capacity to notice them or deem them of any import unless directed to do so. The first x-ray room they found was thankfully empty and once they were inside, he quickly closed the door and locked it.

"You'll have to tell me what you see," he said. "For the time being, I've only been able to consume a small portion of medical knowledge. There weren't many books to read on the subject."

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-20 05:24 pm UTC (link)
Army police. Interesting choice, the Doctor thought, but he did not say anything about it one way or another.

Once inside the room, The Doctor acted as though he could no longer hear or see Cas. He was absorbed in looking at every bit of film up on those glowing blocks, on reading every file that he found, all of it. His eyes flicked back and forth between one x-ray and then another, seeming never to rest for very long, and he was utterly silent. His hand went to the sonic screwdriver in his pocket, just in case.

He continued in this way for more than fifteen minutes, without making a sound, other than a slight 'hm' or low hum here and there.

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-20 11:43 pm UTC (link)
Cas remained similarly silent. If asked questions, he would answer them, but until they were potentially caught, he saw no reason to speak with the other man. The x-rays were obviously more important - there were hairline fractures. Cranial damage. Things one would normally see within such a place. In fact, there was nothing out of the ordinary at all, but then, he also felt that would be what the people wanted them to believe.

When the Doctor made a sound, he looked up. "Was that an utterance of discovery?" he asked.

Spotting a desk on the far side of the room, he sat down behind it and began searching through the files. His ability to read had not been tampered with by allowing his Grace to fade. Even if the Doctor were alien, he suspected he would be able to read faster, given that he'd finished entire books in a matter of minutes. If the Doctor could match him, then he was likely to be pleasantly surprised.

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-21 07:14 am UTC (link)
The Doctor had no interest in books that were in this room, but he would be able to read any of them cover to cover at breakneck speed. He'd done so many times, but most notably, when he'd first met Rose. She hadn't said anything, but he knew it had scared her, and also that it was one of the things that made his admission that he was an alien not a shock to her at all.

The Doctor stood up very straight, and pointed to the X-ray directly in front of him. It showed the right shoulder area of a female patient. To the untrained eye, it would all look very normal.

"This is not a human being," he said. "But it's a very good copy if you don't look too closely."

The Doctor pointed to the X-ray up on the screen to the right of that one, which showed the upper left leg of a larger patient. "And same here. But they're very clever. Very, very clever."

He turned around, and only then really spoke to Cas, or even remembered that he was there.

"First x-ray. A human being has only one acromion process." He glanced behind him, eyebrow arching. "There are two in that picture."

It was a small thing, to be sure. No one would see it unless they were reasonably well-versed in anatomy. No one thought about those things, did they? How many bony landmarks belonged where? He knew people like Dean would not. Nor would people like the pirate girl he'd met, or Cavan. Or Phaedra. They weren't that sort.

The Doctor then walked back toward the second x-ray, and looked back toward Cas.

"This one is even more subtle," The Doctor said. "A human being's thigh has four major muscles in it. Quadriceps. They are the Vastus Lateralis, the Vastus Intermedius, the Vastus Medialis and the Rectus Femoris. You can only see their outline here." The Doctor smiled, as though appreciating a great piece of art.

"But they don't attach or originate properly. It's like someone looked at a picture of a human leg, and said 'oh, yes, it goes like this,' but they didn't put it together quite right. They start in the wrong spot on the femur."

The smile vanished. Whomever they were dealing with, they were very, very smart, if a little sloppy.

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-21 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Getting up from the stool with the various charts in hand, he crossed the room to examine the x-ray in question. It was such a mild biological difference that no one would have noticed until it was pointed out, but there was without a doubt a secondary bone mass where there shouldn't have been one. It was still the same model that his Father had created and yet it had been copied and modified.

Suddenly he was relieved that he'd given Phaedra his own blood rather than have her drink that of the aliens. There was no telling what effect it may have had on her.

"That would then explain much of their behavior," Cas pointed out. "If there are deformities in their bones and muscles, then there's a likely chance their brains have been haphazardly formed also."

Glancing over the other x-rays, he pointed to another to find similar defects in the makeup of the hand and handed it to the Doctor. "Poor diet could be the cause of this, but I imagine it's similar. We should examine actual scans of their brains. For specific wave patterns..."

If there was anything an angel understood, it was waves. Without wavelengths, there would be no Creation and he'd spent much of his time existing as one if not sorting through them all both visually and audibly.

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-22 05:40 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor's eyes narrowed. Their behavior.

He had not noticed too much in that regard, but he'd been very focused on the TARDIS. "What about behavior?" he asked.

The Doctor shook his head. There were a great many bones in a human hand, even without what he was now noticing on the screen. "Only if the poor diet you're talking about is something like doses of radiation. Malnutrition should result in malformation, not extra," he mused.

Scans of their brains. They could try to find that, but he wasn't certain that would go well. Cas was literally the only human being in this hospital. Should anyone notice what they were up to and all turn round on them....

"We can try. We're going to have to be very, very careful. It may be better to make our way out, observing as we go. This hospital is very full."

The way he said the last sentence, he was trying to subtly make it clear he did not wish to fight anyone today.

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-23 02:33 am UTC (link)
"I'm aware," Cas replied nodding. "If we alert them to our presence, we will need to distract them and avoid confrontation at all costs, but they're typically subdued more often than not. Each person I've questioned only warns me to stay within the confines of the house at night and never provides more of an explanation outside of the fact that 'they' will come. Which is both redundant and obvious."

Cas was familiar with subdued behaviour, though perhaps not on that scale. Being todl what to say and do was part of being an angel. At the time, it'd not been objectionable to him, but being well-aware of his free will made him all the more aware of others who didn't seem to have it.

"It's almost as if they're being controlled. Or programmed..."

What he knew about computers was limited and self-taught, but he was also versed in the nature of programming if only because hacking was necessary to gain access to private files. "Perhaps we also need to check records other than medical. For all we know, these could be forged...they may not even be aware of what their existence means."

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[info]justthedoctor_
2013-05-29 08:11 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor was quite certain that They would come after dark. They always did, didn't They?

Controlled, though. Or forged.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Careful there," he said. "Any life form is more aware than we tend to give it credit for. Controlled or not, forged or not."

He thought of his ship as an example. The TARDIS was very aware, and in fact had her own life force and soul. She could die, and one day would. But more than that: she had feelings.

"If these creatures are anything more than just placeholders, they've got some semblance of personality and feelings," he said. The tone in which he said it made it clear he did not care about those feelings in a touchy-feely way, but rather in a way that indicated they could run roughshod all over those feelings and end up regretting it.

"To the emergency room," he said. "Make sure you've got that I.D."

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[info]celestialintent
2013-05-30 01:43 am UTC (link)
"And if that is the case, then anything we tell them will potentially shatter them forever," Cas replied, speaking aloud in an attempt to grasp the concept better. "I do not want that...but if something is controlling them, then there is always a chance that they can be given free will."

It was also likely far more complicated than that. He remembered what it was like when he'd first begun making decisions for himself. It'd been beyond terrifying and not following orders had been so alien to him that he'd simply defaulted to Dean's orders. When it became clear that Dean's wishes were clouded regarding giving Michael his consent...it had been a difficult time. For everyone, but Cas only knew the story from his own point of view. He'd lost much of his faith in a matter of his days. And while his relationship with Dean had been prepared, he wasn't as inclined to follow him as blindly anymore.

In the case of this planet's people...separating them from whatever compelled them to behave the way they did could even drive them to insanity. That was not something Cas wished to see.

Following the Doctor in the direction of the emergency room, he pulled the identification card from his jacket and nodded. "If they want it," he added. "At the moment, I know...we're only seeing a small part of a larger picture. That is a conversation I had once. With the other you."

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2013-05-31 06:02 pm UTC (link)
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