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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-15 20:40:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 15, location: barn, remy lebeau, rose tyler, the doctor (nine), the doctor (ten)

Who: The Doctors [Nine & Ten], Rose Tyler & Remy LeBeau
What: Ten comes to the barn and finds Nine, Rose and Remy.
Where: The Barn
When: Day 15, 3:00 p.m.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Remy had returned from his little get-together with the Doctor-- His Doctor-- The.. tenth Doctor?-- about twenty minutes ago. He'd had some errands to run, swinging by the thrift store again and allowing Rose what he thought was more time to sleep. However, when he'd come back, he'd found a big-eared man and had immediately known, through Le Docteur's description, that this had to be L'Autre Docteur. With greetings out of the way, Remy had shoved one of the couches (that wasn't part of his huge bed) away from one of the opposite walls, and had pushed it to sit about three feet from the one couch that was helping hold his bed together. It made for a nice sitting place, with the Cajun on one couch, and L'Autre Docteur and Rose, on the other one. The red-head (though you couldn't tell, with all of his hair hidden beneath the black beanie) had been closely watching their interactions, but hadn't seen anything to indicate that Le Docteur was lying to him. These two seemed like they were very close friends. Amazing friends, really. But he hadn't seen anything particularly romantic. No signals. No kissing. No hand-holding. And the thought made him smile to himself.

You'd be stupid and paranoid, Cajun. The Doctor wouldn't have lied to you. Best friends, he'd said. He and Rose were best friends, that was all.

"So you been trav'lin' 'roun' space wit' 'dis guy?" Remy was prompting to Rose, a grin clear on his features. "In uh telephone box? Savin' worl's an' gettin' int' lor' know wha' kin'a trouble?" He laughed a little and shook his head. "Seem like my kin'a t'in'. You takin' applica'ions, Doct'r?" He had been amazed how easy it had been to fall into calling this man 'Doctor'. He'd never call him Docteur, though. L'Autre Docteur, sure. But there was only one Docteur for him.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 02:24 am UTC (link)

Rose couldn't remember being happier. Oh, sure, she'd been kidnapped to a place where apparently every morsel was a fight for survival and God help you if you wanted something like a real life. But she'd met a friend, a very nice one. And then there was her Doctor. Okay, maybe she'd be happier if she'd met Gambit in London and was sitting around her mum's living room with the pair instead of an old, mildewy barn, but fair enough, she'd take what she could get.

"Don't mind him, he likes to insult others. Makes him feel smarter," she told Gambit, but there wasn't even a hint of malice to her tone. Instead, Rose was beaming up at her companion, her eyes bright as she studied him. He seemed strained somehow, but then considering their current situation, who could blame him? "Gambit could be the best, you don't know! And then what'll you do? Dump me for him?" The tip of her tongue poked through her teeth as she grinned teasingly at the two of them.

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

"Only 'de bes'?" It was like a compliment to the red-head, who broke into a wide smile then began laughing, shaking his head some at his own personal amusement, crossing his arms over his chest to keep the warmth in. Much too cold. Much, much too cold. But if the Doctor only took the best, only worked with the best, only.. well. Then that certainly made Gambit the best, didn't it! He couldn't stop the smile on his face, even as Rose announced that he shouldn't mind the other Doctor's insults.

"Non, no' 'de bes'." He assured with another short laugh, shaking his head and huddling his arms nearer to his body. "Bu' I ain' half ba', an' maybe you change your min' some day, Doctor." He knew he would, eventually because he did, when he was the younger version of himself.. or was it the older? The later but younger. Sure. That worked.

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so_impressive
2009-07-16 05:19 am UTC (link)

"You see? Not the best. You're the best." The Doctor leaned back into the smelly couch and redirected his eyes back onto Gambit. The other man-- Cajun, he would guess. Somewhere.. in the twentieth or twenty-first century. The accent fit those times-- was tall, thin. Definitely built muscularly under those clothes. He was graceful, something easy to tell. But the most important observation The Doctor made about the brash young man on the couch opposite him? He was wearing Ten's trench coat.

He had been warned, of course, that this man would be wearing the brown wool creation, but he hadn't expected to have this reaction when he saw it on that thin body. The only person he'd ever let wear his leather jacket was the girl sitting next to him. Of course, Ten had also told him that it was a duplicate coat and that it wasn't really his. All the same, something seemed to be strange about it. The way the man smiled. There was just something about him.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-16 12:05 pm UTC (link)

Despite her defense of Remy, Rose beamed at the Doctor's praise. There were times she felt like merely a school girl around him, clinging on to every ounce of compliments and learning. For a girl who'd never even gotten her A-levels, she figured she was doing fairly well in the ways of learning. She bet those geniuses back in secondary hadn't seen the planet of Krackz. She had. She was pretty sure that meant she won.

"Takes a lot for him to take in a newbie," she informed Remy, giggling despite herself. "Should've seen it when I picked up this bloke, Adam. The guy was a total prat in the end, only after his own interests. Totally ended up with a hole in his head with a projector in it. Git. Yeah, since then, we're pretty picky about who comes with us." If they ever got the opportunity to do so again. She missed the TARDIS. Even if it didn't work, she'd sat in it, thinking for hours after she'd landed back in London. After she'd been smothered by her mum, she'd gone out and sat in it again, desperate to think of how to get back.

But this? It would do. For the moment.

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