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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The Doctor for the past two weeks had actively been avoiding the museum for so many reasons that if he'd tried to name them all he'd go over his alotment of fingers and toes twice over. The very tiniest of those reasons was Ianto Jones. It wasn't that the Doctor was the sort to commonly avoid confrontation - he was the sort, however, to avoid hurting his friends and that was exactly what would happen if he and the Torchwood man ever wound up speaking in person.

So, when the very active bit at the back of the Doctor's mind realized he was in the museum, the Time Lord blinked a few times. He couldn't stop his own feet. He couldn't keep his hand from turning the knob to a room that had been locked up and ignored since he'd got to this place. He couldn't stop from walking in and he couldn't stop from staring coldly at the Captain in his Great Coat and the object of so much of his admittedly irrational mistrust.

"Upgrading!" The Time Lord said cheekily, stepping around the Time Agent and looking over the apparatus with eyes that clearly did not match his tone. "Always wanted to run one of these. You staying for the show, Captain?" John Smith was pressing his hand to the other man's shoulder. "Always said you'd take anything for a lover. How about a cyberman? Can't see how the anatomical differences can really be a problem."

There was a panel just above Ianto's head - an operations panel. It had switches and dials and all sorts of controls. The Doctor didn't look at it - all he did was try and catch the eye of Ianto Jones below him.

"I'm so very sorry," came the quiet apology. Usually, it was reserved for an enemy who'd pushed him too far - who'd made him do something to harm them. Instead, this was a preemptive phrase - because the Doctor knew that this man had done nothing to deserve this.

Nothing.