The 10th Doctor (Now with added Donna!) (stillthedoctor) wrote in tempus_alt, @ 2010-04-07 18:38:00 |
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Secrets
It's been days since he saw the Master, and still he hasn't told anyone. He's been jumpy, keeping his eyes and ears peeled, but if anyone has noticed any odd behavior they haven't said anything. He knew the Master would be back, but when? Why? What was he playing at this time? Feeling particularly worried today, something nagging at him, he slips away from his project in the Hub archives to visit his TARDIS.
He falls into the jumpseat with a sigh, waving off the feeling of concern pressing against him. His ship. Questioning. Searching. Fine, I'm fine...no, I know I'm not. What do I do? He blinks, looking around at the dimmed lighting surrounding him. "But what about you, little one?" He leans forward, taps some commands onto the keyboard, reads the screen, and frowns. "All this rift energy, it's certainly plenty active, pulling in everyone from every which way, and you're still this wiped out? That's not right..." His fingers dance more across the keys. He mentally kicks himself for not noticing for so long, just letting her sit here, assuming she was fine. "Fine, fine, we can fix this. Shouldn't have pushed such a young ship, I know that, just had to show off, didn't I?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I know what will help, same thing that helped before..."
He pulls open a grate and crawls down, digging under the console, coming back up with a strange-looking device and setting it on the console. "We'll get that set back up...I just need..." he pats his pockets, and then remembers that his sonic is down in the Hub, he stupidly left it next to the artifact he was attempting to i.d. for Ianto. Something he would never have done before being part human...forgetting his screwdriver. He sighs, and reaches into his back pocket for his mobile, dialing Jack's number. Jack would love to help with the TARDIS, wouldn't he? And maybe it was time to finally share his secret.
As it rings, he rubs a hand across his face.