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Remy LeBeau ([info]ace_of_clubs) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-26 10:38:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 20, location: museum, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who:  The Tenth Doctor & Remy LeBeau
What:  A little bit of panicking on Remy's part.
Where: The Museum
When: Day 20, 2:55pm
Rating: PG-13
Status: Dropped!

Remy LeBeau had experienced a lot today, a lot of new things. New sensations. Like being eaten alive by birds. Twice. That had been fun, and it was completely new! Never before had he had birds trying to rip the flesh from his bones. At least they were crows, or ravens, or something, instead of birds of prey. Having an eagle trying to tear your flesh off would be much worse than crows pecking at you. Plus, eagles were larger. The smaller black birds ramming into windows didn't do too much damage.. at first. But having an eagle, or even a hawk, ramming into a window? Well, it'd be over and done with. of course, the birds of prey couldn't peck out your eyes with their curved beaks, but they could dig them out as if they were using a spoon, which was just as painful. Maybe he should write a little note to the Management and let them know just how silly it had been to use crows. He could think of tons of other birds he'd rather use! What about seagulls? Not only were they about the same size and weight as crows, but they also had that annoying screaming sort of noise, instead of just a soft cawing one. That would have been loads worse. Yes, he'd definitely have to write them a note.

As he came up on the ladder that led up into the museum, out of the tunnel, the Cajun was thinking about Selene and how she'd licked the blood from his body, how she'd taken a little more than perhaps she should have. His hand came to rest on his neck. Maybe the Doctor would think it was just another bird wound? Hopefully. How else would he explain it? He hoped he wouldn't have to. This conversation would be about the Doctor and the management, if he had any luck left in him. So with a shove, he was pushing open the trap door and hauling himself out of the tunnel. He'd brought the vampire down into the tunnels to keep her safe and had told her she could go with him, or pick her own direction. So she'd picked her own direction, though he knew those tunnels were a big maze, a big circle, and she could very well end up anywhere, even right here. That could be awkward.

Still, he was striding across the tile floor, heading for the Doctor's bedroom, only taking a brief glance up at the young boy who was sitting unmoving on the second floor, staring out over the railing at the window. That was a little creepy... but he dismissed it and tugged open the door to the Doctor's temporary room, before stepping in and lifting his eyebrows. "You gonna stick wit' me, an' we gonna stick wit' ot'er people. 'Dese people gunnin' for you, Docteur, 'dey say 'dey gonna take you t'morrow." Yes, he had conversations with the Management. Everyone did. Right? Right.


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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-27 01:23 am UTC (link)
But he didn't know. Not yet. He just remained still as the Doctor announced that he knew, and as he stayed so silent and still, pressed back against the door. Gambit mimicked him for all of thirty seconds before the Time Lord spoke up again.

'I hate you', he'd said. And the words rung in the Cajun's ears, but not the way the Doctor would have hoped. He'd be able to feel the younger man smile against the skin of his neck and he nodded, just some. "Ha'e you too, Docteur." Well, he'd turned that right around on you, hadn't he? He knew you didn't hate him.. and even if you did, he knew you cared about him, too. More than you hated him.

You might as well have told him you wanted to get married and make little Mutant Time Lord babies, Doctor. Only Remy's twisted mind followed those lines.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-27 01:31 am UTC (link)
His forehead pressed to the Cajun's shoulder as he deflated. The Doctor was right, he knew. That mutant had smiled. Time Lord felt the shift in that mouth as it lingered along his throat, his jaw, his Adam's Apple. And when that sentiment of hatred was returned this Time Lord only sighed.

He could smell the blood all over the Cajun and taste the perspiration that rolled off the Cajun's heated body. He was feverish, the Doctor could feel it. "You need to rest, Remy. You need to get out of here and you need to get rest or you're only going to get more sick." His head pulled away from that shoulder, hand coming up to right that face that was so close to his own. His thumb ran over the Cajun's jawline, tracing it as he looked back and forth between those oddly colored irises opposite his own.

"Go on," he nearly whispered.

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