The Doctor (fishycustard) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-07-06 02:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | river song (au): todayistheday, the 11th doctor (au) : fishycustard |
Who: AU River Song and Tempus
When: Forward date.
Where: Tempus' room
What: Talking, teasing
Warnings: TBD
Tempus had very few routines in his life. He never saw the need in them. This routine had been forced upon him. A memory that he still could not grasp. The very thing that placed him in his current situation... All he knew was what he had been told. Where he and the Keeper had gone, what had happened to him, how the Keeper had brought him to safety and stopped Tempus from killing him. Dark days... And now, since that day he had been placed on a routine. Something he had to do otherwise he would lose his mind entirely.
The lights were dim, the room steeped mostly in darkness. Tempus sat on his bed, the auto injector in his hand. The dim orange lights glinted off the glass panel at the side, turning the liquid from clear to a pale burnt brown. This little thing had become his routine. This drug... Without it, he would not be himself. And he did not want that... He feared missing a dose and losing his mind to the Hive. He had nightmares which caused him to avoid sleeping. He walked the halls of the TARDIS while the others slept, as if he were sleep walking, all of his focus inward, in his mind, constantly thinking.
Rolling his sleeve up, he pressed the injector to his skin. There was a faint hissing sound, and he felt a tiny nip, but it was over. The drug was in his system. He was safe for another day. Everyone was safe... He rolled his sleeve back down and looked at the little device. It was such a small thing, so simple and yet so complex. And yet it was such a rarity. There were no suppliers in the entire universe. Not any more... not now that the Keeper was dead and gone. One day he'd lose the injector or he'd be unable to have access to it and on that day, he'd be as good as dead. It made him so angry, to feel so weak, so reliant on something. He curled his fingers around the injector and sighed, holding it tightly, close to his chest.