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The Doctor [Ten] always brings a banana to a party (dontwanttogo) wrote in timestoodlogs,
@ 2014-07-05 14:07:00

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amy pond, damon salvatore, katherine pierce, the doctor (10), the doctor (11)

Who - The Doctor (10)and open to everyone!
What - Arrival Thread!!!
Where - An alleyway in London
When -  Today
Rating - Unknown yet 
Status -  In Progress 

"Because, I don't want to go."  The Doctor said, as he closed the TARDIS door.  Knowing, that soon he would forget what had just happened.  What they ahd just done to save Gallifrey, and be left only with the memory that it had been destroyed.  Sure, he'd remember some of the last few days.  But, most of it would be a blur.  It had already started to fade.  He headed to the controls, at a more subdued pace than usual, with none of his usual energetic flair.  Wondering where to head next.  But, it seemed that the TARDIS had her own ideas, as she materialised in London, July 2014.  Curious, as to why, The Doctor actually did a scan to see.  Only to discover that there was some form of temporal anomaly.  A rift in time and space.  Now this he had to see.  Coat billowing behind him, he left the TARDIS, running towards the source of the anomaly, skidding to a halt in front of the crack in the fabric of reality.  Startled by what he found.  A number of people stumbling through.  Their faces shocked and confused.  "What?"  he declared.  Oh, this was not good.

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the11thhour
2014-07-08 12:34 am UTC (link)

She was alive. She was here. The Doctor reached up to straighten out his bow tie. Not because it particularly needed to be straightened, nor was he all too concerned about his appearance in that very moment. It was something of a habit, one that he had developed early on into this regeneration. The bow tie was a comfort to him. It was real. It was wrapped round his neck, always there. A constant. Normally he'd reach up to adjust it in an act of confidence and determination, but not today. Right there in that moment, the gesture was somewhat feeble. His gaze reflected a deep, familiar sort of sadness. He was looking at an old photograph. An image long lost.

But it wasn't lost. She wasn't lost. That expression of despair collapsed from his face the moment Amy's eyes turned on him. She was real. Very real.

"My Amelia Pond," was the Doctor's response. And then, there she was, yanking him into a hug that he was all too eager to reciprocate. Sadness immediately washed over with outright joy and the Doctor yanked Amy in close, swearing that he would never ever let her go again.

And by never ever, what he really meant was that he clung to her tightly before, finally, releasing her so that he could look her over properly. She looked surprisingly well for someone who had been forced onto an inevitable death path by Weeping Angels. Better than surprisingly well. She was, after all, not dead.

With a fond grin, the Doctor placed a hand along the side of Amy's face and gave her a playful nudge. "I never thought I'd see this brilliant face again." And he shouldn't have. Everything was locked up tight. Even the Doctor couldn't have found a way to manipulate the Ponds out of the prison they'd fallen victim to. So why were they here? And how? The Doctor turned his attention to his former self, hand dropping to Amy's shoulder. "No. Not a time locked Manhattan." He sniffed at the air. "London." And if Rory was already here, Amy would know it by now. The Doctor looked at her one more time, forehead wrinkling with worry. Amy was right: this was a mess. None of them were supposed to be here. Not like this. Not together. They were already testing the balance of the universe; as much as he would have liked to do it, the Doctor knew that he couldn't promise Amy that they'd be able to find Rory. For all he knew, the other Pond had still fallen behind and would stay that way.

His chest ached at the thought. He remembered all too well what had happened the last time that Rory had been lost to them.

Rather than answering Amy, the Doctor chose to speak to himself instead. He'd said again. That suggested that they'd met before, which the Doctor would remember. He did not. "Aside from the TARDIS and my unmistakable good looks and charm, what makes you think that I'm a y - actually, no. That about does it." The Doctor ducked a hand into his jacket and pulled out a flash of silver. He twisted his sonic screwdriver around, green light blinking into sight as he turned in a circle and scanned the area. "What is it, then?" The screwdriver had picked up on something. Something ahead. Something big. Rather than advancing to investigate, the Doctor eyed his tenth self. "What did you do?"

Because, clearly, if there was anyone good at making messes as big as this one, it was definitely himself.

A third had approached him. Another ginger, one that the Doctor could sort out without looking at her for more than a small moment.

She was supposed to be gone, too.

His reaction to her was similar to that of Amy's. A stab of sadness, overpowered by the ignition of a smile. "Well, as far as messes go, they could be a lot worse." He tipped his head to the side, considering. "Probably. Maybe not. Hello, Romana! Good to see you!"

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