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Tweak says, "Gotta Go Fast"

burnthroughtime (burnthroughtime) wrote in theletheproject,
@ 2011-05-10 19:44:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 01, john sheppard, neal caffrey, open, sam winchester, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Tenth Doctor and open to Sam Winchester, John Sheppard and Neal Caffery
What: Arriving, waking up
When: Day 1, morning
Where: First his room than the 2nd floor receiving room
Rating: TBA
Status: ongoing

There was a chill that seemed unsettling and something else, rearing from the back of his mind, that came slowly into the Time Lord's consciousness. His first thought, among many, was that in confusion having fought tooth and nail, having avoided sleep for so long, having traveled place to place to place in his desperation, determination, iron cold terror of looking back and seeing what he really, truly had done. It was this in fact that caught the man off guard; the simple reality that he even was really waking up at all. How could he be waking up? This of course had to mean he went to sleep and as far as he could remember he'd been running from both the waking and the sleeping world altogether during his last attempts to defy any means of his own death and any means of who he'd become. A colder, more cruel man, something evoked in certain darkness, in hunger, in a terrifying power. A stranger who would look back at him from the reflective glass of the TARDIS hub; measure only now by the guilt and pain that strangled against ageless brown eyes.

After blinking against the ceiling the Time Lord, frowning slightly, already recognizing that one, he shouldn't be waking up, and well, two, he was in a gown. A medical gown, actually. Now that that was out of the ordinary. He managed to push himself up against a weak gurney, something despite the haunting that never seemed to leave his face sparking his curiosity. Ever like the child, it came when least expected and exploded into an array of energy and movement, the man more prone to this than anything when with a companion. Of course that had been the old him, one lost along years of traveling on his own, against the stars where he might just speak up to remember no one was there beside him. He moved a finger curiously against the table, bringing it to his nose and then looking around with a sort of intense, curious stare. Well this was new. All of it in fact.

Without wasting and more time the skin railed man moved swiftly to the locker, pulling it open with a strained creak and examined the insides with that same measured curiosity, grabbing a hold of the clothes and then the note attached to said locker.

"This is...this is definitely new." He hated himself for it, but that was excitement that leapt through him, driving a smile against his face. Maybe, and the man hated himself even more for the slight thought, a relief that wove against him that he might, just might, be able to push against fate and his own death if for just a little longer. Another mystery to occupy, to push, to feverishly defy. He'd traveled all across the universe in desperation to not let go so was this a gift or was this where he was meant, by practically divine intervention, to meet his end?

He looked up, sniffing slightly as if non too concerned for either outcome before promptly pulling the gown off in order to redress himself, still his eyes scanning the region with something of that still slight fascination, taking in the rotted and dusty cracks and peeling paint; the drip of what sounded like a leak. Yes, definitely a leak...

After this the man, curiosity and something of a shadow of his old spark pushing him onwards, he stepped through that door into another room entirely, still with that paper going through his mind; spinning on his heal to look around him as the door snapped shut; latching, locked from where he'd come...

"Hello? Figure might as well say 'ello. Anyone here?"

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lantean_son
2011-05-11 01:53 am UTC (link)

Sheppard blinked awake and immediately winced at the light from the halogens flooding down into his face. His first thought was 'Cheyenne,' but then he remembered that he'd gone to sleep in Atlantis. Faceplanted in Atlantis, more like. He'd finally, after two days, come down from the adrenaline high of performing brain surgery on McKay in a humid cave on a Wraith infested planet. When he'd finally crashed, he'd crashed hard... but not hard enough to have been transported back to Stargate Command without realizing it. So what the fuck, exactly, was up?

Pushing himself to his elbows he looked around the room. It was Spartan, just the table he was on, a locker, and a door. He scanned the room for cameras or listening devices. He didn't see any, but that didn't mean anything.

"I'm awake, so if you were planning a surprise party, your timing kind of sucks," he said for the benefit of anyone listening. "Also," he said, plucking at the hospital gown. "Couldn't you have chosen something other than a medical theme? You wouldn't believe some of the post-mission exams they make us go through." He swung his feet off the table and hopped off. "Or, I guess maybe you would. In which case your choice of theme is in even worse taste or you guys are way more kinky than I ever gave you credit for."

He didn't exactly know who he meant by 'you guys,' but he was mostly just talking to talk at this point. He wanted them to think he was completely at ease with this situation, even if he was anything but. Sheppard pulled open the locker and saw his BDU folded neatly on a shelf. His gun holster lay on top, empty, and beneath it, a note. He read it quickly, his dread growing exponentially, before stripping off the hospital gown and pulling on his clothes. He strapped on the gun belt, but missed the weight of his P-14 against his thigh. The note he slid into his pocket to read and consider later.

"All I'm saying," he said, turning back to the room, "is that there'd better be beer."

With deliberate insouciance, he turned toward the door and went through it just in time to hear another man's voice. He turned toward it.

"Yeah, I'm here. You looking for the party, too?"

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burnthroughtime
2011-05-11 02:10 am UTC (link)

The Doctor turned all at once, observing the other carefully but grinning on a friendlier, apologetic manner none the less. "Ah, well, you could say that." In reality that smile was nothing more than what someone might call a joke; a masquerade for a pain that went far beyond any experiment or danger that presented itself here. The Doctor was used to danger, to the point he road it on like a board against the riptide; reveling in it, inspiring in it, and finding more and more as each adventure passed. As each time he saved a life came across him, unable to stop, unable to look; the man who chased the universe just to find himself standing still. No, this situation wasn't what frightened him. In fact maybe, on some levels, it was nice to be given the chance to be distracted to some extent less of course this be where things finally ended. "Do you...have any idea why we're here?" The question was foreword and a bit hesitant, but riddled with that same kind of cautious curiosity, as if the man was intently interested in knowing the truth of the manner but also somehow beyond himself more calm and intense than he had been seconds before.

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