The Metacrisis Doctor (one_heart) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-10-01 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | amy pond, metacrisis doctor |
The Players: Metacrisis Doctor and Open
What: This is definitely not a beach in Norway.
Where: Inside and then outside of Guises
When: This afternoon
Rating: Teen for some mildly mature humor, because I can't resist putting him in an awkward position.
The Metacrisis Doctor had been unsure of what to expect when the TARDIS had finished dematerializing and he and Rose were left to work out their futures in the wake of the fully Time Lord Doctor's parting. He'd thought, perhaps, there might be tears. His counterpart hadn't even bothered to say goodbye, and he was under no illusion that Rose didn't still love the other him. He wasn't entirely certain she would ever be content with idea of living with this him. In a way, he felt like a consolation prize. "We're sorry. You didn't win the banana, but here's a plantain for your troubles. Buck up. It's almost the same thing." Did it truly matter that he had the same memories, the same thoughts, the same feelings?
There were so many questions to ask and to be answered that the Doctor was dreading the moment when the sound of the TARDIS faded to nothing. That was very human of him, that fear. Had he ever been quite so afraid of the future before? His human heart felt as though it had lodged in his throat. There were so many new sensations, all of them so very human, and he didn't quite know what to do with it all.
Then, the TARDIS was gone. He was about to turn to Rose, to ask her what happened next, when there was a sort of hiccup, as though he'd blacked out for a split second, and she was gone. The entire beach was gone. The cool air on the back of his neck wasn't blown in from the chilled waters of the Norwegian Sea. It came from an air vent overhead, located next to a fluorescent light fixture in the ceiling. That was bad. That was very, very bad, and it got worse. The room he was in was very small, and there were clothes strewn everywhere. Women's clothes. In fact, was that ...
Oh yes. Yes, it as definitely a bra, or bikini top, or something equally skimpy that really, he should not be seeing in this sort of setting. The Doctor beat a hasty retreat, thoroughly scandalized, and only stopped when he was safely out of doors in a place that most definitely was not Norway.