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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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