Mike (ghost_writer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-22 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mickey smith, tenth doctor |
Who: RMickey Smith + Tenth Doctor
What: Tea.
When: 9/20
Where: Tranquil Tea Lounge
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
It wasn't a long wait for Mickey to show up to get him. Not for the first time, John thought about how he should probably buy a car. He knew how to drive, of course, had just never really felt the need to own transportation of his own. Europe had better transit, but California had buses and long waits for said buses and not a lot else.
Of course, Tara drove him around places. Gwen let him borrow her car sometimes. But still. He was an adult. A 900 year old adult. Probably he should get his own set of wheels one of these days.
Really though, it wasn't as good as a TARDIS.
"Mickey!" His grin was wide as he got into the other man's car, plopping down with the enthusiasm of someone much younger even as he fiddled with the seatbelt (it was the law!). "How's it going? Tea, right? I do like tea. Although coffee also has its charms."
“Doctor!” Mickey couldn’t get used to calling him anything else, but Doctor now that he had the dreams. The name just instantly sprang to mind and it fit him so well. Once his passenger was buckled in he started up the car again and started to drive, “It’s going well. And yes, tea. I found a neat Tea Lounge online that we could go to. That way we can try something new and different. And I would say no caffeine, but tea has caffeine.” It was kind of strange to be travelling with the Doctor in his car, but he couldn’t help but admit that he enjoyed the friendship that they were building.
He didn't mind being called Doctor, not even a little bit. In fact, if he could manage to get everyone to call him that without all the silly questions that would obviously go around with it, he probably would.
John was, after all, a fairly boring name. John Smith was doubly boring. It hardly suited.
"Ooff, caffeine is one of the small delights in life, I think. And bananas, obviously." a pause. "And those tiny, tiny ponies. You know the sort. Anyway! I'm sure it'll be brilliant, and you won't lead me astray in the format of tea lounge."
“Bananas are pretty important. And actually, I don’t think I fully know what you mean by tiny, tiny ponies. You might want to elaborate on that one a little bit. And I will not lead you astray, promise,” Mickey couldn’t help but laugh inside his head and smiled as they continued down the road. His GPS spoke out the directions and he changed lanes to make sure he took the correct turn, “What else have you been up to lately?”
“Not sure how much clearer I can describe a tiny pony, Mickey,” It was, in fact, exactly what it sounded like. Which was a tony pony.
He leaned back a little, crossing his arms and then settling one foot on top of his knee like he wasn’t sitting in a car. “Oh, you know. Writing. Dreaming. Visiting my home planet with a different version of myself and Rose.” Sometimes he missed Rose terribly.
Did a tiny pony actually exist or was it something completely different than what he was thinking of? He wasn’t completely sure, but he smiled and shrugged it off. When he heard about that the Doctor was dreaming about Rose he couldn’t help but purse his lips together. It was strange that the Rose he dated had run off with these two different men and one of them she was actually dating, “It is weird to dream about the different versions of ourselves, isn’t it? It’s like a whole new side of the Rose I knew growing up.”
It was a little strange that Rose was dating another version of himself. Probably not strange in the same way it was for Mickey, though. A different kind of strange. The occasionally painful kind, verging on sort-of jealousy. It didn't suit him, but there it was.
"It's pretty strange," he agreed, glancing out the window, but then shrugged and smiled like he'd never been bothered at all. "But you get used to it, yeah? It can be quite fun."
Having the dreams about Rose running off with the Doctor made him relive their relationship all over again. Luckily in this world it hadn’t ended so awkwardly, but it still made it hurt all over again. He just hoped that he would never get hung up on it since he was trying to make things work with Martha.
“Yeah, it’s kind of neat to see how my other self acts. I still seem like the same ‘ol Mickey Smith in these dreams, so I’m hoping something awesome happens soon,” he explained as he turned the corner and followed the GPS, which indicated their destination would be up ahead, “Have you gotten a lot of your dreams?”
The Doctor considered that question all the way up until they were parking in the lot of the tea place. He got out of the car and then tilted his head to the side, thoughtfully. “I’ve gotten some. A good amount. Maybe not enough, because I’ve yet to meet Martha in them.” It was coming, he knew. But he also knew in order to get to Martha, he had to get past Rose. He didn’t want to.
“I’ve gotten a handful. As I said, you just showed up, so I’m wondering if I’ll ever meet Martha in there. It sounds like she’s had a lot of fun in the dreams with you, so that’s a good thing. But my time with the other Doctor was so short, so I’m curious if I’ll have a lot of time hanging around you,” he flashed his passenger a smile as he turned his head to find the building before making a left turn into the parking lot. He was curious to see how things went between the two of them with the whole Rose issue, but he could already tell that Rose loved the Doctor more than she ever loved him.
Yeah, but now there were two Doctors, and wasn’t that a shame for one of them? John shrugged a little and thought on it. “You and I hang out quite a bit,” he said finally. More than the other him and Mickey did anyway. After most of that residual jealousy wore off, Mickey Smith was actually a rather fun sort of bloke. “You’re brilliant.” But he had no idea about meeting Martha, so chose not to respond at all.
“Well, thanks Doctor, you’re pretty brilliant yourself. I’ve never met a 900 year old alien before, so you rank pretty high on my list of brilliant people. I’m always impressed at how you get us out of situations without being killed or maimed,” he couldn’t help but compliment him because it was pretty neat to know an alien. He was a little jealous of the Doctor, but now he was just in awe of how smart he was. He turned off the car once they were parked and undid his seat belt, “Alright, we are here! Let’s go try some tea.”
The Doctor took the compliments with silence and a smile that was clearly well pleased. Still, he couldn’t exactly take all the credit, even if he was himself, those were still dreams.
He unbuckled, let himself out of the car and wandered into the building with a spring to his step. “What is it you do here then?” He asked, once they were both inside and he was glancing around like everything was new and he was trying to decide what to touch or possibly lick first.
“Here? I think we can take a menu and figure out what we want. It looks like they have a lot of different teas and some food. I took a peek at the menu on the website and you have a lot to choose from,” he couldn’t help but grin as he watched the Doctor’s eyes widen and the way he looked at everything. He stepped forward to grab two copies of the menu from the stand. The place looked pretty informal, so he wanted to check out the menu before ordering, “Should we grab a spot to sit?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes, comically, almost cartoonishly, but once they had their menus and they’d plopped down at a little table, he was grinning again. “Mickey. I might be an alien, but I’m really from Britain. I know how to order at a tea shop. I was asking what you did. For a living. For fun. You know. Stuff.”
“Oh!” he couldn’t help but blush a little and let out a loud laugh, “Sorry, my bad. What do I do for a job? I work on computers. I work for Western Digital and help create new computer products. I also do some computer repair and troubleshooting from time to time at work. And for fun, I basically do anything. I enjoy the beach and I like going to baseball games. I also like to work on cars, but I haven’t been doing that a lot lately - haven’t had time.”
Sometimes he made this sound -- it was a little bit like laughing while he was talking, and it was definitely there now. “Oh, it’s no problem. Mistakes. Everyone makes them. Erring is human or something, yeah?” He glanced down at his menu, gave up on it and decided to charm one of the employees into picking a special for him (he did that), and then shrugged. “You sound like a well rounded sort, Mickey. There’s always time, I’m sure you’ll get around to everything eventually.” Of course there was always time -- for a Time Lord. But hey.
“Well, thanks. That always nice to hear. Better be well rounded than the crazy sounding type,” he commented with a small laugh as he finally picked something off the menu and set it down. He was probably going to go with something that was black tea and he would ask the server what they liked best, “So, what about you? Do you have a job or anything like that?” What exactly did a Time Lord do for a job? Now if John had an answer Mickey was kind of excited to hear it.
John might have been the crazy sounding type. He wasn’t sure. It was possible to be well rounded and a bit crazy at the same time, anyway.
He leaned back into his chair, crossing his legs at the ankles. “Of course I have a job. Can’t really just get away with telling someone I’m from a different planet to pay off rent on a flat, can I?” He was teasing, of course. “I’m a young adult novelist, actually. Writing.” He made a face and sort of bobbed his head this way and that. “Fiction. That hardly seems fictitious these days.”
“I would probably pay good money to watch you try and do that for a rent check. It would be worth it just to see the person’s reaction. I’m sure their head might explode a little. And a novelist? Wicked. I’m obviously not your target market, but I read Hunger Games and that was pretty enjoyable, but are you well known?” that wasn’t what he expected for a response, but it seems to fit him actually. And the fictional part would be easy for him since he had lived 900 years and seen quite a bit. However, he would have to wait a moment to hear his answer because a waitress came over to get their order and Mickey ordered a flight of three different black teas.
And John, as he'd decided earlier, charmed his way through his order by smiling, laughing, asking entirely too many questions and then getting the waitress to just bring him whatever she deemed fit. He liked a bit of a surprise and adventure, obviously.
Once she was on her way, John laughed, leaned his elbows on the table. "Young adult novels aren't just for teens. I think you'd like quite a few, honestly. Well known might be pushing it, but I do well enough. Well enough not to have to get a real job." He winked at that.
“Ha, I would enjoy not having a real job if I could get away with it,” he commented with a conspiratorial smile as he leaned back a little against his chair, “And you should give me a list of books to check out. Feel free to add yours onto the list. I’m always looking for new things to read in the future.” He was amused by the fact that John had managed to charm the waitress into ideas and he was hoping to hear how those tasted.
Probably most people would give up their real jobs if they could arrange it, so John only smiled at that. “I’ll do just that. I’ll email it to you, yeah?” John could charm his way into just about anything -- it was a highly valued personal skill, really. “Martha’s got a copy of my book, I’m sure you could get her to loan it out to you.”
“Sure, definitely do that. And does she? I will have to send her a text later and ask her to give it to me,” he made a mental note about that one so he could ask her later. He should probably talk to her about some other things as well, but the book will remind him to do it sooner. The waitress was pretty quick and soon enough she was back with a bunch of teas for them, “Fantastic! Thank you so much.”
John only waggled his eyebrows at Mickey over that -- hey, he wasn't blind -- and then turned a blinding smile onto the waitress, thanking her profusely before she giggled her way off.
"Cheers!" He said, because obviously that was what you said when you were having tea with someone you were clearly now better friends with.
“Cheers!” He lifted his glass in a toast to the Doctor and hopefully to a great friendship that the two of them could have here. Things may have been a little rocky in his dreams to start with, but this was a chance for a new beginning and he couldn’t help but like the Doctor. It definitely made life more fun.