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The Tenth Doctor ([info]lonely_god) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-19 11:51:00

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Entry tags:!log, 10th doctor, amy pond, donna noble, galen

Who: The Tenth Doctor + Donna + Open (multiple characters welcome)
When: July 19th, at night
Where: an alley near the Welcome Center
What: The Tenth Doctor expected to walk out of his TARDIS and find the Powell Estate. Instead, he finds himself alone in New York City.
Rating: Teen for angsty/dying Time Lord
Status: Open, in progress

The Doctor stumbled against the console as the TARDIS landed, the gentle jolt that ran through the grating beneath his feet nearly enough to topple him though the old girl had settled with far more finesse than usuaul. He must be getting worse, he though, for her to be so careful with him. By his best estimate, he would lose major organ function within another twenty-four to thirty-six hours. When that happened, he would have to let go and allow the regenerative process to fully take hold. It was either that or die, well and truly die for the first time.

Still, he would grasp at every hour he could get, every moment he could stay as he was. He needed more time, just a little more time. He still had one more person to see. Just one more. He'd landed the TARDIS somewhere familiar, somewhere he hadn't been since shortly after the Battle of Canary Wharf. He was early, he knew, far too early, but he'd wanted to make certain he wouldn't miss her. He'd just pop outside for a quick look to be certain he'd landed in the right place and time, and then he'd find a likely place to wait for a flash of pink and yellow. She loved pink, he knew. Wouldn't have to walk too far, he thought. That was good. He was tired, and it hurt. Oh it hurt so very much, and not just because he was dying. Oh, no. It hurt because of the companion he still had left to see. The companion he had left for last to remove the temptation to linger too long.

He took a deep, shuddering breath as he pushed away from the console and headed for the doors. He'd come for Rose. Rose, whom he could see, but who wouldn't know him. Couldn't, just like Donna. He was already pushing the boundaries by even considering touching her timeline in the first place, but he thought, so long as he went to her before she'd met him, he'd be all right. They'd be all right. It wouldn't hurt, would it? Just one last glimpse of the woman for whom he'd been created? That, in the end, was part of the reason he was so afraid of death this time around. He would have to let go of Rose, finally. He wouldn't be her Doctor anymore. He might not even remember how it had felt to love her.

Absorbed in thoughts of what had been and what couldn't be, the Doctor didn't notice at first that the alley he stumbled down once he'd left the TARDIS wasn't the right alley. Wasn't even in London. He only realized he wasn't where he'd meant to be when he reached the corner and looked out not at the plain, blocky building where Rose had lived the first nineteen years of her life, but on a busy New York City street.

"No," he breathed, shock washing over him. "No. No no no. Oh, no. I don't have time for this."


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[info]illhaveasalute
2011-07-20 04:53 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, I know, Spaceman." She put an arm under his shoulders to help support him. She was seriously worried now- what was happening to him? "C'mon, I'll help you." She started to walk towards the TARDIS, supporting his weight as best she could. "Good thing you're so skinny."

"Amy Pond explained that you had just changed your face when you met her- is that the plan here too? Martha's still in love with you, said you were babbling about quantum-locked angels when she got brought back. I almost got nabbed by a clockwork robot, but it's been deactivated- there's a woman named Gwen who says she knows of you. It's hard to tell about people who 'shouldn't' be here, as most of us shouldn't- I met Death's granddaughter from another universe the other day. Lovely girl, name's Susan." She was well aware she was just talking to talk at this point- she was nervous and the Doctor was heavier than he looked, but they were at the TARDIS, now. She pulled the chain around her neck out from under her blouse, fumbling with the key she kept on it. She opened the door to the familiar blue box, struggling to get the Doctor inside. "Alright, we're here Doctor. What do you need?"

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-20 05:31 pm UTC (link)
"Need to scan for alien tech." The Doctor lurched across the room to the console and started hitting switches and buttons of all sorts. He reached for the monitor, bringing it around to where he could easily read the output while he manipulated the controls. "If there's something here that's powerful enough to sidetrack a TARDIS and snatch my companions out of their proper timelines, then there might be something powerful enough to reverse the effects of lethal radiation poisoning. Just a guess, mind you, but I hope it's a good one. If it isn't ... " He paused in his work to glance at Donna, expression grave. "What that girl--Amy, you said?--told you about me changing my face, it's called regeneration. It's a trick Time Lords use when we're dying. Did you say death's grandaughter is here? And her name is Susan? Really? My granddaughter's name was Susan."

The Doctor paused, frowning, and was silent for a long moment before he shook off thoughts of a young woman he'd left behind to care for her human family oh so long ago. "But that's not important. What is important is that unless I do something drastic, and quickly, I'm going to change. If that happens, Donna, you have to promise me that you'll do what I say. No questions asked."

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[info]illhaveasalute
2011-07-21 12:07 am UTC (link)
She stood at the door to the TARDIS, beaming. Oh, it was good to be back. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it and focus. "You're- you can't die. You can't be dying, Doctor, I just found you. You can't." She walked over to the console, "Did you just say radiation poisoning? And you have a granddaughter? And radiation poisoning?"

She turned to him, placing her hand on his arm. "I promise, Doctor. What can I do?"

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 12:26 am UTC (link)
This was horrible timing, absolutely horrible, but oh wasn't it typical, and there was good old Donna Noble asking questions and telling him what he could and couldn't do when he was busy, thank you very much. He didn't have time for questions, but how he had missed being bossed about by the best temp in Chiswick.

"I can die, and I will unless we find something here that can stop it. Normally I would say that if there's nothing on the TARDIS that can help then there's nothing in the universe that might, but maybe just this once I'll get lucky."

There. In Flushing Meadows. The TARDIS was picking up something that most definitely did not belong. The technology was easily more advanced than anything humanity had produced in the current century, and what's more, it was largely unfamiliar to the TARDIS as well. Those few details weren't much to go on, but at this point, the Doctor was willing to try anything. If he was wrong, he still had another twenty-three hours, at worst, to find an alternative.

"Here," he said to Donna, grabbing the rubber mallet he kept by the console and shoving it into her hands. "When I tell you hit that button with the mallet, hard as you can, but only when I tell you. Make sure you don't hit the one beside it, or you might crash us into the Statue of Liberty." That said, he hurried around to the other side of the console and programmed the TARDIS for the desired destination before putting her into flight. The engines wheezed sluggishly, as though the ship were struggling against some sort of barrier, and then abruptly fell silent again.

"What?! Oh no. No no no no no. Don't do this to me!"

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[info]illhaveasalute
2011-07-21 02:33 am UTC (link)
She took the mallet her shoved into her hands, trying not to smile. She knew this was serious, but she had to admit- it felt amazing to be home. "Right, this one? I went to the Statue of Liberty, you know, I was looking for you. Where I found Martha." She sobered. "Not that I want to visit again." She watched him tinker with the console, feeling like her heart was about to burst. Finally. He was finally back.

She looked up and around as the TARDIS made strange noises, saw the pain on the Doctor's face. "Doctor," Donna asked, "What's wrong? What's happened to the TARDIS?"

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 02:45 am UTC (link)
At first, it didn't seem as though the Doctor had heard her. He shoved his hands back through his hair and ground his teeth together as he stared at his magnificent time machine's magnificent core sitting perfectly still and quiet. He pushed another series of buttons, and the TARDIS groaned as she tried, once again, to take off, but fell silent after a brief effort. The Doctor took a step back and kicked out, trainer-clad foot colliding solidly and violently with a fortunately unimportant part of the console.

"What is wrong with you?" he shouted. "You brought me here. Now why won't you leave? Rose is here! I can't change! Not now! Not today!" He brought his fist down on the console in a final show of temper before his knees gave out, and he was forced to cling to the very console he'd been abusing to stay more or less vertical. Exhausted, he let his weight carry him down to a seat on the floor, and tipped his head back against the console and closed his eyes. "She's stuck. Something's making her sick. She can't take us to the other ship, and I can't tell from here if they have what I need." Walking was out of the question. He was too weak. It didn't even occur to him that, perhaps, he could simply pick up the phone and attempt to interface with the alien ship's communications systems.

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[info]illhaveasalute
2011-07-21 03:30 am UTC (link)
Donna flinched, clutching her mallet tightly. He was terrifying when he got into these moods- violent rage was not something she dealt well with. "Doctor," she said, quietly, "Doctor, how long?"

She knelt beside him, shaking with fear for him, knowing how mad he was. Oh, my stupid spaceman. "How long till you change? I might- I might be able to get a in touch with the owner of the alien tech if you just tell me how long I've got."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 03:38 am UTC (link)
"I don't know. Twenty-three hours? Thirty-six? No more than thirty-six. And that's just until I can't hold back anymore. The amount of time before the effects of the radiation are irreversible ... " He shook his head. "It may be less. I've never tried to delay a regeneration like this before. There used to be rules for this sort of thing. There used to be Time Lords I could have asked for help."

He scrubbed his face with his hands, as though that would wash away the frustration and the hurt. "If I could just get the TARDIS close ... She doesn't have to dematerialize. If I could just ... " He broke off, then, eyes widening.

"Wait a minute. I have a phone. I have a phone. Donna, you're brilliant! The phone. Martha's phone. The one on the console. The cell phone. Hand it to me. Quick!"

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[info]illhaveasalute
2011-07-21 06:57 am UTC (link)
"Well, surely we can find something- they've got these bulletin boards that instantly post whatever you're saying, or people's replies; it's a bit like the internet. I can run inside, just in there in the Center and use that to ask, I'm sure to get a reply in less than twenty-three hours!" She bit her lip, shaking her head, "Please don't die of radiation, I promise I'll get help, alright? I'm sorry I'm not a bloody Time Lord but surely there's something I can do?"

She whirled around at his mention of the phone- "Right, let me grab it-" Donna scrambled up off the floor and reached about on the console, searching until she- "Got it! Doctor here, here you go."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 03:42 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, yes, bulletin boards. We'll use those if we need to," the Doctor assured her, absent-mindedly. "Instant replies? Really? Have to look into that later. Sounds fascinating."

He flipped open the phone and fumbled inside his pockets for his sonic screwdriver. At least, he had the tool in hand and buzzing as he made the necessary modfications. "Should be able to tap into the other ship's communications systems using this. Just hope there's somebody at the other end to answer." He tucked the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket and raised the phone to his ear. "Come on. Come on. Pick up."

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[info]technogalen
2011-07-21 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Galen was sitting in front of his command console, when to his surprise his communicator chirped for an incomming call. He stared at the board for a few seconds before shrugging. "Accept call," he told his ship.

"Hello? Galen here. Assuming this isn't a wrong number, how may I direct your call?"

He sat back and looked at the readouts that gave him bearing and distance on the signal. Oddly enough, it originated not far away in the city.

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 08:01 pm UTC (link)
"Galen?" the Doctor repeated, a bit astonished that he'd gotten an answer in the first place. "That's a bit human, isn't it? Still, I suppose it doesn't matter. Before you hang up, this isn't a wrong number. Not if you happen to be sitting in a spaceship that has absolutely no business being parked in New York in the 1960s. Don't worry. I'm not going to report you, but I need you to listen carefully. Do you have medical supplies on your ship, Galen? Specifically, medical supplies that can be used to treat end-stage radiation sickness. If you don't know, put me through to someone who does, and do it yesterday."

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[info]technogalen
2011-07-21 09:09 pm UTC (link)
"Sound a bit human?" Galen replied with a laugh. "Must be because I am a bit human."

"If you know a better place to park a starship in these times, I'd certainly like to know about it."

He listened to what the person on the other end of the call had to say. "Ah, not something the local tech level could handle then. Not so much in the way of medical supplies," he went on, "but I do have a complete automated medical bay if you could transport the patient to me, or I suppose I could cloak my ship and come to you. Lift and drive still works, only the mains are down. Best if you can come to me though. I have a fairly good power tap here and some regeneration functions can be energy intensive. Hate to save the patient and then be stuck in the middle of town with dead batteries. The locals, you know."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 09:22 pm UTC (link)
"Oh don't be daft," the Doctor immediately replied. "As if you could even fit a ship of that size into a New York City alleyway. On a roof, maybe, but I'm certainly not climbing up there. Already died by falling once, thank you. I don't care to do it again. What sort of automated medical bay do you mean? You said regeneration functions, but that's not Time Lord technology you're using. I'd know if it was."

The Doctor pulled himself to his feet, wincing as he did. He spared a moment to glance at Donna and was starled to see that she was speaking to another young woman, ginger, and Scottish by the sound of things. Time for that later, he decided. "You stay where you are. If I can't get the TARDIS to you, I'll have Donna flag down a cab or something." He hit a few switches on the console and pulled the monitor down for a look. "Are your shields up?" he asked, frowning. "If they are, take them down. Now. Bad enough the old girl has to cope with whatever's trapped us here without your tech keeping her from going where she needs to be. I'll call you back if she can't get through. Otherwise, expect a blue police box parked next to your ... whatever sort of ship it is ... in about ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. And have that med bay ready. I don't have time to wait for you to boot up the systems."

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[info]technogalen
2011-07-21 09:40 pm UTC (link)
Galen chuckled, "My ship is bigger on the inside than outside. Always gives an odd scan reading."

"If you must know, I'm running Vorlon modified Shadow technology. My med bay is rated for human through type 12 alien and can autodiagnose just about anything else."

"Bugger." Galen reached out and made a few quick adjustments to his ship. "You said come through. Were you trying to teleport I side? Had the shields up to discourage uninvited guests." He typed a quick string on the communications console. "Shields are down and I'm transmitting coordinates and a locator signal for my cargo bay. You really don't want to park a police box - I assume camouflage - next to me if you are in a hurry. My ship is sitting on the bottom of Meadow Lake."

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[info]lonely_god
2011-07-21 09:56 pm UTC (link)
"What?" The Doctor held the phone away from his ear and glared at it, as though that would change what Galen had said. "What?" He put it back to his ear, scowling, and said, "That's supposed to be Time Lord technology, not Vorlon modified Shadow technology, whatever that is. You and I are going to have a nice, long talk once this is over, but since I'm in something of a hurry, I'll let it go for now. Suppose we'll have to hope I fall somewhere in the type 12 range. Fifteen minutes," he reminded Galen. "Inside the cargo bay. Don't try to come into the box. We'll come out to you." With that, he hung up, hardly caring that he'd just been incredibly rude to a man who could, potentially, save his life.

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[info]technogalen
2011-07-21 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Galen frowned at his console, then shook his head. Must be the emergency. he said to himself.

He sent a few mental commands to his ship; lighting the cargo bay, putting the med bay on standby, sending an automated stretcher to wait for his patient.

Galen had taken his name when he was admitted to The Circle. Unfortunately, he had no aptitude for healing and was only able to heal himself. The med bay was his answer to the situation.

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