The Doctor (not_your_tardis) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-10-03 05:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | harleen quinzel/harley quinn, the 10th doctor, the master/saxon |
Who: The Doctor and Open
What: The Doctor takes a walk
Where: All through Red Oak, starting at the cemetery
When: Somewhere around midnight, October 3rd, 2011
Rating: TBD
Notes: [[ Anyone and everyone is highly encouraged to jump in on this post! ]]
It had been a very long couple of days, especially for a man who spent the majority of his life trying to outrun everything that was behind him. It had been odd enough, ending up somewhere he was quite sure he didn't belong. The Stars were wrong and something about the planet just felt weird. He couldn't place it at first and neither could the TARDIS. The only thing it managed to find was a communications network, a thing for mobiles and archaic computers, that it seemed to be able to connect to and he'd regretted finding it almost instantly.
The first contact he'd made had been himself. Never, not once in all his Nine Hundred Plus years, had him running into himself ever been good. It was generally the herald of very bad things and this time didn't seem to be any better. If two of them were in one place, at the same time, then something had gone wrong. Somehow, someway, time was off, or at the very least it was wrong - and it only got worse from there.
Then he'd actually met Professor River Song, well, met her again anyway. That woman was impossible in every respect. She knew things she couldn't know or, at the very least, shouldn't have known. It had filled him with questions to see her again, questions that had left him pacing around the TARDIS for hours and hours. She hadn't even recognized him which didn't make him feel any better at all. It meant she hadn't been to the library yet and The Doctor knew, beyond any doubt, what that meant. Every time he'd looked at her, every single time, he saw that one moment which had burned itself into his mind - the moment he'd stared into her as she'd died, handcuffed to that wretched pole. It was a memory he could never escape. She was here, now, which added to his initial theory - and it only got worse from there.
His Meta-crisis self was here, The Master was here, at least supposedly, and so was Rose. That was, at the very least, six people from his personal timeline who were here - and even that was only if you didn't count the giant robot which he was pretty sure was a cyberman he'd battled before. Six people, directly connected to him, on an Earth that was wrong, with stars that were wrong, with a TARDIS that didn't work, and that all meant one thing; He needed to take a walk.
Wearing his usual blue suit, red sneakers, and the long, brown, coat, he hadn't started walking. The direction didn't really matter in particular, as it really didn't matter where he went at all. He just needed to walk, to think, to breathe. Still, the direction of downtown seemed as good as any. He glanced skyward, and sighed. Even the stars didn't provide him with any real comfort. He had no answers, no ideas, no clues. All he had was a head full of very loud thoughts that all told him the same thing. He needed to fix his TARDIS and he needed to run. He needed to run, and run, and run, and get as far away from here as he could. For now though?
He'd simply settle for walking.