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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 19:29:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 12, location: barn, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Doctor and Remy LeBeau
What: Friendly fight
When: Day 12: 8AM
Where: Forest, nearest landmark, the Barn
Rating: PG

Status: Complete

The Doctor hadn't slept well. The night before he knew was leading into an even numbered day; an experiment day. It was sad that his mind kept on it like that; kept turning with the desire to anticipate and thwart a foe he could not see. Perhaps that was why the Doctor had such a difficult time pushing his eyes open. He didn't want to wake and see his friends snatched up for someone's trivial idea of a game. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. What was once the barn was still cluttered with musty couches and spread out among them were the people he'd come to call friends. Each were dozing quietly.

The Doctor saw his opportunity and he made good on it. Pulling on his trainers and slipping out the door he was headed out into the woods. He hadn't forgotten the plans he'd made for the people in charge. He was going to make good on them. Today. Twigs and brush crumpled beneath him as the Doctor moved quietly through the trees. He didn't want to take the road. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He had a singular focus and not one iota of it included anyone else within the glass bubble. Well, unless that person happened to be the Insider.

 A not so quiet sigh escaped the Doctor. The silence was good company in the sense it didn't make his head hurt any more though also bad as it didn't do anything to still his mind. Wheels kept turning at a furious pace. He needed to go to work on things other than barns. He needed to stop being so attached to the people here, even Jack and Sarah Jane perhaps, and do whatever needed to be done. Would there be collateral damage? How about what he'd do to that 'Insider' when he managed to find them? For a man who didn't like battles or wars or violence the Doctor was finding himself sliding into the darker parts of his mind where things didn't reside in the moral - where they just needed to be done.

Today he would start with the Post Office, he would look through the nooks and crannies there, and then he and his torch would head down into the tunnels where he would find the Insider. He would find the insider and he would find out everything that they knew. He would then continue his search for those working with the insider and force them to return everyone. Following that he would destroy the town and it's bubble so that it would never be used again. Finally, he would deposit those behind it all in a cell on Rigaula Seven where they would never age, never know freedom, and never have any hope for rescue. It was those thoughts that kept cycling through the Time Lord's head. Running through on loop again and again. It was like a mantra. Insider, puppeteers, escape, prison. Those same thoughts caused the distant look in the Doctor's eye and the setting of his jaw. He would have his way.


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 09:13 pm UTC (link)
"Do you really think that's what I want?" The Doctor spat. It was clear in this very moment that Remy didn't know much about the Doctor. To think that he'd torture. He had other methods of persuasion. Luck being a good portion of that. Even still, the Doctor could hardly recall the last time he'd raised a hand in anger toward another, let alone struck them. He didn't need to. He let them implode upon themselves. He let them be the source of their own destruction. He didn't need to beat the Insider, the Insider would do all the hitting himself.

For the most part, the Doctor heard it, he just didn't want to believe it. There was more? As Gambit talked the Doctor's face was cold. He couldn't even look at him.

A hand came out of his pocket and landed on his head, fingers squeezing and scratching and mussing. He didn't know what to do with his... Was it anger? No, it was more like disappointment. To think that Gambit could be so strung along by this. Clearly the Insider already knew what Remy had told him before - that he wanted to be seen and touched. It all made too much sense, the pieces all came together. The Time Lord knew, innately, that there was nothing he could do or say to change Gambit's mind.

"Such a low, low opinion..." The Doctor was walking away a swat of his arm final punctuation. His brain would not believe what his ears had just told him.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 09:21 pm UTC (link)
"Non." That was suddenly snapped and Gambit came after him in a few quick steps, seized his wrist and pulled him back a step. "You ain' gon' walk 'way from me. Wha' you expec' me to do? I'm doin' wha' I t'ink gotta be done, you don' like it, you talk t'me, you don' walk 'way from me." He kept that firm hold, strong but thin fingers refusing to give up their grip.

"Maybe you got a sugges'ion? You t'ink I ain' got 'dis, 'den you tell me. You ask to help. You offer to help. You don' walk 'way from me." That last part was more stressed, as it was more strained to say it. He didn't want you walking away, Doctor. He'd attached himself and he was holding on. "I ain' sayin' you wan' not'in'. I'm sayin' wha' I know. An' you ain' givin' me much t'go by, you ain' gon' tor'ure him, 'den you tell me wha' you gon' do. You don' walk away." You'd clearly hit a sore spot there, Time Lord. The Cajun had one too many people walk away from him in his very short lifetime, he wasn't going to let it happen again, if he could help it. And he certainly wasn't going to let it happen while the Doctor was stating he had a low opinion-- Gambit wasn't sure what he had a low opinion of, but he had a twisting feeling that it was him.

"Ain' goin' anywhere. Wha' you wan' me t'do? Wha' been done, been done. I can' change 'dat. It's over. Il est parti et il n'y a aucun besoin de s'étendre ici. So wha' happens nex' time?" Who knew the child-like Cajun could be so adult about something like this? No walking away mad, they were going to talk about it and figure it out.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 09:34 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor had swallowed one too many doses today of Gambit telling him what he could and could not do. "I'm not?!" Voice like venom wrist tried to work away the others hand like it was burning him. The bones of his wrist flung against the weak spot where Gambit's thumb and fingers tried to maintain their hold. Apparently the Doctor was no stranger to fisticuffs.

"It doesn't matter." Hearts were beating triple time, he wanted his arm back and he wanted it now. He wanted his freedom back, his independence, and there would be no question that he would have it. Now.

Gambit, unfortunately, had misinterpreted. It wasn't the Doctor who'd held the mutant in low light. Rather, he was quite certain given accusations of torture that it was the red eyed devil who had some sort of poor opinion of him. Unfortunately, those wires would just have to remain crossed as the Doctor still worked at freeing his wrist.

"You do what you want, Remy LeBeau," his hand freed he rubbed at his wrist, the skin raw and pink. The Doctor didn't want to talk about it. Not for one more minute. One more minute and he thought he might snap.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 09:41 pm UTC (link)
"It matters." He insisted, but when the Doctor jerked so violently, Gambit let go of him, but wouldn't let him get away, he was taking a few quick steps to be even with him, then one to get in front of him, turning to face him. "Jus' wai'. Don'.. I wasn' gon' tell you 'cause I t'ough' you get angry, but I deci'e, you ain' go be 'dat mad. Be happier I tol' ya. I didn' wanna lie. Don' make me wish I ain' tol' you. Ne vous éloignez pas s'il vous plaît." He lifted both hands some, spreading his fingers as if to show he meant no harm.

"Why you so ma', Docteur?" That was a more quiet question. The Cajun was prepared to step to either side and be in the Doctor's way, he wasn't going to let him storm off and fume somewhere. "Don' wan' you t'inkin' bad o' me."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 10:01 pm UTC (link)
"You're like a bloody weeping angel!" He blinked and there Remy was, standing back in front of him when the very last thing in the entire universe he wanted to deal with was him.

Whether or not the Doctor doubted Remy's sincerity was irrelevant. What it came down to was that the Doctor didn't trust the Insider as far as he could throw him (which may or may not be very far) and that the same was clearly manipulating his friend.

That next question of Remy's dropped the Doctor's guard a moment in it's quiet. "Because you're being toyed with and you don't even see it!" Fists opened and closed and he forced himself to look Gambit in the eye. It was all about protectiveness. That's all.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 10:06 pm UTC (link)
"You really t'ink 'dat?" He kept that same quiet tone, and after a few seconds he nodded. "D'accord. I trus' you." It was a plain, simple statement, as if it wasn't something to be thought about. He trusted you, Doctor, and that was that. "I wri'e him, an' I tell him mee' me somewhere, an' you come, an' we grab him, an' you.. talk to him, or guil' him -- you good at gui'in' people, Doct'r." Just so he knew. Really, it hadn't been guilt that had gotten to Remy, but it was the easiest way to explain it right now. It was close enough.

"We grab him an' you get your answers, non?" There. How was that? "Wan' you to trus' more 'den I wan' help him. D'accord?" Cards on the table, it was your turn, Doctor.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 10:18 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor had his mouth open and was ready to spew his next round when Remy actually said he trusted him. Wait, what? Was that all it that it was going to take? For him to say that he thought that? That couldn't be all.

"I don't want anything to do with him. I tell all of you, ignore him. He'll go away. Instead you all give him this power... Turn him into this force..." The Doctor stopped, his attention was off at the treeline, or so he wanted Remy to believe.

Who just was guilting whom here? The wild-eyed mutant made it sound like the Doctor told him he couldn't bring a puppy he'd found into the house. Meanwhile the puppy was a hell hound determined to rip the entire house off of it's foundation.

"I trust you," he said quietly with a slow movement bringing his attention back to Gambit. "It's him I don't trust."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 10:26 pm UTC (link)
"I ain' askin' you to trus' him. But you wan' him before, oui? Maybe he tell us somet'in'? Maybe you get your answers? Docteur.." Gambit was slinking in closer, bringing his body intimately close again. "Even if I ignore him now, he wa'chin' me while I sleep, stan'in' over me. I screwe' up, non? But he ain' gon' jus' go away, now 'dat he foun' somet'in' he like, for wha'ever reason. Je suis désolé que j'aie vissé en haut. I do it a lo'." But those darkly colored eyes were still locked onto the Doctor intently.

"You wan' him, I'm givin' him to you." However, when the Doctor quietly announced that he trusted the mutant, that sudden, bright smile returned. However, it's owner shut it down seconds after it appeared, clearing his throat. "T'anks." It wasn't often people trusted him.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Again with the closeness. A closeness that made the Doctor want to turn and push and flail. He had asked Remy to stop. Told him to stop. Nearly begged him to stop. Yet, here he was again, forcing himself back in as if he lived there the past seven centuries.

"I don't know what you did," the Doctor said quietly. He was blocking and avoiding. Hands buried deep and eyes gone distant. He would have caught the smile if he wasn't so damned caught up in what he was going to do about the Insider. What was he supposed to do? The creature certainly knew something; but, the Doctor wasn't certain how he was going to get it out of him, especially since he wanted Remy out of the equation.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 10:41 pm UTC (link)
When the Doctor wouldn't look up at him, that gloved hand came up, one naked and one covered finger tipping the Doctor's face up so red could meet brown once again. "I screwe' up, 'das wha' I did, mon ami. Now, I'm gon' wri'e him, ask him t'mee' me in 'de tunn'ls, un'er 'de gas sta'ion, 'de one blown up." There was only one, Gambit. You didn't have to explain it to the Doctor.

"You le' me take care o' him, an' you jus' make sure t'be 'dere, oui?" He smiled again, smoothing his hand out over the Doctor's cheek before he suddenly retracted it and pushed it back into the pocket of his jeans. "Look like someone kicke' your kitty, ami." What could he say? He was a cat person. No puppies here.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 10:54 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor had managed to spend the entire morning being man handled. If there was anything his eyes said, and yes he could very aptly communicate with them, it was 'don't.' He didn't want Remy running off to meet the Insider, looking for information or otherwise. He wanted the Insider to fade off into the abyss he'd come from. Was that too much to ask.

Apparently.

There was Gambit's hand running down along his cheek and it was all the Doctor might do to stand his ground. Jaw set, eyes falling down. He didn't like this position. Didn't like it at all. He didn't have control over anything. Not Remy. Not the insider. Not this place. Maybe someone had kicked his puppy.

The Doctor shook his head, stepping backward. If anything was clear it was that he didn't want to be mirrored. Not this time.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 10:58 pm UTC (link)
Gambit would let him back off this time, head tilting slightly to the side as he watched the distance grow between them. "One fif'een." He didn't bother to ask if the Doctor would be there. He knew he'd come. He couldn't not come. Gambit was so sure.

But he'd been wrong before.

"Be wai'in' for ya." The soft assurance from the Cajun, but he wasn't falling back any further. He wasn't going to leave. He was going to stand right there and watch the Doctor, whether the other man chose to speak again, or walk away from Remy (which would eat at the red-head), was completely up to him.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 11:06 pm UTC (link)
The Time Lord didn't nod. He didn't so much as blink to let Gambit know he'd heard him. No, he was turning around and walking away. He was doing it because Remy had tried to tell him that he couldn't.

He wasn't walking in the direction of the barn, no he was headed in the direction toward the wall. He was just too wrapped up for the moment in being upset. He couldn't go and be a hero if he wasn't thinking clearly. He couldn't get them all out of this mess if his head wasn't on straight.

And he sure as hell couldn't protect his friend from the Insider if he didn't get his priorities in order. Now.

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