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so_impressive (so_impressive) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-15 20:14:00

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!complete, location: barn, remy lebeau, rose tyler, the doctor (nine)

Who: The Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler (Lil' bit o' Cajun)
What: The Doctor comes looking for The Doctor.
Where: The Barn
When: Day 15, 1:40 p.m.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

He had followed the map in the journal, walked along the (badly) drawn streets past the (out of scale) buildings that he'd seen there and the (scalloped) forest.. but he had eventually found the barn pictured on the strange drawing, indicating that his later self would be staying here in this run-down wooden death trap. He wasn't sure he'd want to stay here, or that he'd want Rose in a place like this. She was here, after all, but he wasn't sure where yet. All he knew was that she was here, and she couldn't escape. Like the rest of them. But The Doctor was sure that he (both of him) would be able to get them out of this mess. At least the French-man that The Doctor (the later Doctor) had been talking to over the journals seemed nice enough, and if he was with Rose, and his later self trusted him, then he was even more thankful for that.

So he was nudging open the door and moving inside the barn, eyebrows lifting as his eyes adjusted to the lower light inside. "Hello? Is anybody home?" He called out into the crickety place, unsure he wanted to go in too much further, if he wasn't home. He was about to turn and head back out when he noticed the bed. Wait. Was it a bed? It almost looked like.. couches? Oh, he'd made himself a bed! He was so clever sometimes. And the smile that spread across his face was a proud one. He'd made himself a bed out of couches. Fantastic.

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so_impressive
2009-07-16 03:35 am UTC (link)

"I sent you away?" He almost looked relieved. He'd sent her away. Oh, he'd sent her away. Thank goodness. That meant she hadn't seen his regeneration begin yet. She hadn't.. then he hadn't kissed her yet. Hadn't taken the time vortex out of her. "I made it back." He agreed, though it was a lie. Sometimes you had to lie to protect the people you l.. cared about.

"The message? Oh, the message was just back up." He broke out into another smile then. "It was just to keep you safe. As you can see, I take care of myself very well." He held out his arms, then lowered them down again, eyebrows raising up into his forehead. "I wouldn't die on you, Rose. Not ever." No.. his body died, it transformed, twisted into another man she'd never seen-- but it was still him. Just with new teeth, new hair, and apparently a new wardrobe. He'd liked his leather jacket.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 03:45 am UTC (link)

She knew he was keeping something from her. No matter how much she cared for him, it was irritating. As long as he'd known her and he thought she couldn't read him? No, something was definitely up. And she'd figure it out. If not then, then later. When things quieted down some, or when he was least suspecting it. Rose was good at prying. He'd probably spilled more to her than he'd ever meant to before.

But Rose was too bloody grateful to see him in this cracked-out place to be too mean. At least, not yet. "Yeah, well... You might not have. And how would I have known, huh? Were you planning on, I dunno, ever coming back for me?" Her words weren't mean any longer, though. Just tired and a little bit hurt. "Do you have any idea what it was like going back there, knowing you were facing death and there was nothing I could do about it?"

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so_impressive
2009-07-16 04:02 am UTC (link)

He stared at her a long moment, not quite sure what to say to her question. Would he have come back for her? He wouldn't have been able to. She had to come for him.. and she did. She had. She'd come back for him and she'd saved him. Then he'd saved her right back. And that was what made all the difference. She would have died, he wouldn't have. He just regenerated. And he wanted so badly to tell her about it now, explain it before it happened, but he knew that he couldn't. He knew it had to happen the way it had happened.

"I would have done anything to keep you safe, Rose. And I did. We need to leave it at that, okay?" He lifted his eyebrows again, expecting her confirmation. He didn't want to keep talking about this, knowing he couldn't talk to her about it. He didn't want to lie to her. Not anymore than he absolutely had to.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 04:08 am UTC (link)

Oh, now she knew something was up. Something major. If he wouldn't even admit to having any urge to return to her... Maybe he hadn't wanted to. Maybe he was actually glad to have the opportunity to be rid of her without coming off looking like the bad guy and now he was caught.

Carefully, she scooted back, untangling herself from Remy's blanket and pulling into herself, her knees to her chest and her arms around them. "Fine, then," she said, refusing to look right at him. "S'all you had to say." Hadn't all the time she'd spent with him meant a damn thing? She'd been starting to think... But no, clearly that was entirely wrong. Besides, there was Mickey to consider. Not here, obviously but...

Ugh. Her mind was getting away from her. At that moment, she was in a strange man's couch-bed with an angsty Time Lord beside her. Brilliant. Instead of arguing, she pulled out the book she'd received, flipping through it's pages and giving several a quick scan.

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so_impressive
2009-07-16 04:16 am UTC (link)

"Rose." His tone was more firm that time. "I would come for you, if I could. I always will. If I ever can, I'll come for you. Always." It really hadn't answered her question though, had it? But he'd done his best. For now that was all he could do. "And I know you'd come for me." He knew it. He didn't think. He didn't guess. He knew. He knew she could come for him because she already had.

"Together, Rose Tyler," He said her full name to get her attention, and he would watch her until he was sure she was looking at him and completely focused on those pale blue eyes. "Together," He repeated, "We're fantastic. Don't ever forget that." There wasn't much more he could say. He couldn't say the words he wanted. He couldn't tell her what he wanted to say.

Just that.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 04:23 am UTC (link)

Always. Well, it sounded like a promise. But promises were also meant to be broken. And she didn't like the feeling that the person she trusted more than anyone in the world was keeping something from her. What in God's name had happened after she'd left that satellite?

"You don't really need me, though," she reminded him. "It's always you who gets us out of scrapes and all. I'm just a stupid ape, remember?" Still, her voice was slightly teasing, the barest hint of a smile playing on the corners of her lips. "So I guess you're fantastic and I'm a fantastic tag-a-long." But she was okay with that, oddly. Always had been. She'd always loved being caught up in the tide of the Doctor in motion, when he'd take an idea and run with it and get them in to more messes before he got them out. It was perfect. He was perfect. No one could say a word about those ears or that hair without her defending him. She adored this crazy alien for everything he was.

Even if he was being a secret-keeping jerkface.

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so_impressive
2009-07-16 04:41 am UTC (link)

"I do need you." The Doctor insisted, very seriously. Until he broke out into another smile. "To be my cheerleader." He stepped back then, pressing his hands down over his jacket pockets, to feel them, before he pulled out his journal and lifted it up. "Have you figured this out yet? It communicates back and forth." It was time to get on another subject, the Doctor was done making a more curious Rose Tyler, and he was done giving away secrets. It was hard, sometimes, with her. But he was pacing away and heading for the singular couch pressed up against the back of a part of the bed, then he sunk down onto it and stretched his legs out, before sniffing some. He'd certainly made the mildew smell a lot worse just now.

"Is that must? Oh, that's horrible." He made a rather dramatic face and sniffed around, before turning his head to look at her again. "It's the couches. And everything else in here, I think. Does that Frenchman live here? How does he stand this?" Really, you must have gotten used to it. His other self clearly had.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 04:50 am UTC (link)

Rose's face broke into a smile. "You know Remy? He sounded surprised that I knew you." And she hadn't done her own reasoning. Of course Remy would go around saying 'the Doctor'. But she'd chosen to ignore it all together. "He's wonderful. I guess he's been here a few days and they don't exactly have standard beds here. I'm thinking if it comes down to some must or sleeping with your head up against some spike somewhere, you'll deal with the must."

He looked so comfortable over there, stretched out like a cat. It was strange how they'd fit in so quickly. Well...no. No it wasn't. It was the Doctor, after all, and he fit into 18th century Cardiff, he could certainly manage a village of kidnapped patrons.

She looked in the journal again and broke out a smile, scribbling a reply. "Jack's here!" she informed him, her voice cheerful and chipper. "Isn't that brilliant? How... I don't know how we all ended up here, and I don't care so long as nothing happens to any of you."

Only she got the impression that Jack was holding back, too. She didn't like this feeling one bit. "You just write to them and they write back and it's brilliant."

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so_impressive
2009-07-16 04:57 am UTC (link)

"Yes, I met Remy over the journals." Remy. Really? A Frenchman. He'd picked up a Frenchman? Why didn't he have Rose anymore? Had something happened to her? Perhaps she'd just chosen to leave. Perhaps he'd left her behind, like he had Sarah Jane and Jack. Perhaps.. no. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He didn't want to know.

Well. He did. But he wouldn't. He couldn't.

"Jack?" Jack Harkness? He seemed only the smallest bit surprised by that, because he wasn't, really. He'd told himself.

"Yes, you just write them and they write you back, that's some fantastic technology. I've seen something like it before, on Barcelona. Oh, you're going to love Barcelona, Rose." And he'd take her there, some day. He really would.

Some day.

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