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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-10 10:22:00

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!complete, day 18, location: carnival, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The (Tenth) Doctor
Where: The Carnival
When: Day 18: 1:15PM
What: Remy's looking for his lost Doctor
Rating: R. Oh yes. R.
Status: Complete

Remy's morning had been, well.. bad. He'd found two new arrivals, then he'd found Rose.. then the Doctor, who hadn't even shown any cares that he was alive and well. And then he'd returned that survey to the Management and headed right for the carnival-- since he had looked everywhere else for the Doctor between their argument and turning in the survey. There was only one place left to go, and the Cajun was headed right for those bumper cars inside the carnival, soaking wet and pleased about it, he moved through the metal gate surrounding the giant death trap that was the fun fair, and heading back through the twisted metal to the covered enclosure that housed the bumper cars.

It only took a moment for him to climb up and over, silent feet moving across the slippery surface and leaving wet shoe-prints in his wake, before he came to a stop near that bumper car and the Doctor kneeling next to it. But he didn't say anything. Not yet.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 03:45 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor's jaw fell a little. "What?" His tone wasn't exactly one of disbelief in so much as it was one of mild shock. Wished Remy were Rose? That didn't make any sense at all.

"All of that is irrelevent, Gambit. I don't want it." He was leveling with you, Remy LeBeau. He was talking quietly and he was actually looking you in the eye with that very readable look of his.

"What did you say to Rose," Time Lord's tone was flat in that question; at least it should have been a question. Would have been a question if he didn't already have a pretty good answer of his own.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 03:55 pm UTC (link)

He lifted a gloved hand to wave off the first question. He'd said all he was going to say about that, Doctor. "You don' wan' i', bu' uh chile don' wan' his cough me'cine, nei'ter. Don' mean ain' good for him. Know wha' I t'ink? I t'ink you don' wan' be happy. T'ink you t'ink you don't 'serve it. T'ink you wanna suffer 'cause wha' happen t' you. T'ink you don' wanna love someon 'de way you love' her, 'cause you los' her. An' it hur', don' it? You pushin' me 'way 'cause you t'ink you savin' me from gettin' hur', t'ink you bein' a martyr, sufferin' 'cause you gotta save me from you." He shook his head a little, making red hair drip as he did. "You pushin' me 'way 'cause you don' wanna ge' hur' no more. You pushin' me 'way 'cause you selfish. Bu' you ain' selfish 'nuff t' take 'de t'in's you wan' f' you. You like 'dis big ball o' contra'ic'ions, Docteur. You hurtin' me more by pushin' me 'way 'den you ever gonna hur' me by 'dis t'in' all comin' to an' en'. You ain' bein' cruel t' be kin', Docteur. You jus' bein' cruel." He let out a little breath and turned, swinging his legs to the side of the car so he could push up and stand, towering over the Time Lord now.

"You tryin' t' pu' 'de cat ou' of i's misery, for i's own goo'. Bu' you keep missin' 'de skull, an' you jus' breakin' 'de bones. Not'in' you can do, not'in' you can say, gonna make me go 'way. I wan' you. I nee' you. An' you feel 'de same 'way 'bou' me. When you deny i', you only lyin' t' yourself... but I t'ink you well verse' in 'dat, non?" The Cajun talked a lot.. but today must have been a record for him! Honestly!

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 04:05 pm UTC (link)

"You're not medicine, Remy. There's nothing here to fix. Nothing to heal. What's best for me and you and everyone else is to get out of this place." Everything else he'd said? All those theories about why the Time Lord kept pushing him away? Moot. Totally moot because the Doctor was actively ignoring them.

The Cajun was getting out of the bumper car and hovering above him. Well, he'd just shove his hand back into the mechanisms, then. He'd get back to work the same way he should have been the entire time. Maybe that cat ought to get wise to the fact it's getting hit and take off, John Smith let the thought cross his mind. Except he still wanted an answer to his question.

"What did you say to Rose?" This time it sounded like a question. He didn't look up from the bits and parts, though. He was working on the alternator. That would be an important find.

Wasn't it sort of infuriating he wouldn't react to you, Remy?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 04:14 pm UTC (link)

It was infuriating, but he was carefully keeping himself in check. For now. "I am me'cine, Docteur. An' even doct'rs gotta take 'dere me'cine, non?" That was a light tease, but he was coming closer, when the older man refused to pay him attention, stepping up behind the Time Lord and kneeling down, so he could smooth gloved hands down over his back with firm pressure, as if to ease the tension. Though he knew he'd just create more.

"I tol' her I knew Le Docteur. Tol' her Le Docteur was uh time trav'lr' an' maybe he knew me from anot'er time. Tol' her 'dat Le Docteur dance', an' 'dat he was good at i'." He leaned in some, moving his hands and pressing his chest in against the Time Lord's back, to bring his mouth closer to the other man's ear. "Tol' her wasn' gonna give you up. 'Dat Le Docteur love her, 'dat she go' her time wit' him." Don't ever accuse him of lying to you, Time Lord. Because he clearly had no interest in it. He could have, just then. But he didn't. He wanted to be honest. Even if he knew he'd be in trouble for it. He'd take his licks.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Could you feel the Time Lord's muscles moving and shifting as he tried to move away from you, Remy? The way it was almost like he was cringing? He was effectively pinned there between you and the bumper car and there was no forward motion that could be made to get away. You'd left him no choice if it came to it, he'd have to push you backward and away. If it came to that.

His eyes slipped shut, listening intently to every single last word that the Cajun said. Every syllable was processed and categorized and weighed for it's damage. That first bit? It made his stomach turn. That second bit it made the Doctor rage.

"You have no right," He said quietly, playing those words over and over again in his mind. How dare he? There were bits and pieces in there he'd never said to anyone. Things he'd never say to anyone and the Cajun had presumed to say them to her? How could he?

The Time Lord was pushing backward, elbows to the Cajun's ribs and if the Cajun wasn't careful when the Doctor stood up his elbow would clip the Cajun in the jaw as he moved upward, stepping away. So, you'd managed a reaction out of him. You'd got him angry, were you happy now?

"How dare you?" His tone was accusatory, and certainly no longer quiet as he waved an arm in an angry gesture, pounding at the air. "You think this is a game? Is that it? Well, fine, you win. Fine. But her? Why even bring her into this? What are you trying to do? You have no idea.. You have no idea at all. You can't even comprehend..." Can't comprehend what, Doctor? What he was doing to you? What he had done to her? What he had just done? What those words he'd said to her meant? How he'd just robbed you of the one thing you'd ever really wanted for yourself, being able to say those words to Rose Tyler?

Hands instinctively went into his hair, pulling a bit as he walked to the back of the pavillion. Grease and oil made crazy hair even moreso, jutting at angles entirely unnatural. "Go away," he said quietly. "Just leave. Now."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 04:49 pm UTC (link)

When he took that elbow to the ribs he made a small noise and backed away quickly, narrowly avoiding the one that swung near his face, and he was standing up as well, hating being shorter than anyone around him. "Ain' no game, Docteur." He insisted more sharply. "An' I bough' her into 'dis 'cause you won'." He tightened his hands at his sides then. "'Cause you a fuckin' moron when i' comes t' doin' wha' gonna make you happy. An' 'das wha' I'm tryin' t' do. 'Cause maybe you don' wan' me. Maybe I ain' gon' make you happy. Maybe 'de only reason you was wit' me 'cause she wasn' here, an' you t'ink you ain' never gonna see her 'gain." He breathed in deeply and took a step away, one hand smoothing over the place he'd been hit.

"Bu' if she's 'de t'in' gon' make you happy, if i's her, an' ain' me, 'den I wan' you t' have her, even jus' 'dis shor' time. An' you wasn' gonna tell her. You wasn' even gonna tell her you her Doct'r. You was jus' gonna stare at her, every day, an' wish you coul' touch her. Wish you coul' kiss her." His voice was become more strained now. Heated. "You was jus' gonna be miserable everytime you look a' her 'cause she don' know who 'de Hell you are or why 'de hell you look at her 'de way you do! Well now she know how you feel. An' she gonna figure 'de res' ou' all on her own. 'Den you can have her back. An' maybe you gonna finally be fuckin' happy. 'Cause your fake smiles an' your bein' miserable 'roun' here ain' helpin' no one! You lettin' 'dis place bea' you down, you lettin' 'dose bas'ar's win! An' damn if I'm gonna le' you. So fuck you an' your misery, John Smit'. You gonna have to man up. Anyone can be unhappy, takes somet'in' more t' figh' for wha' gonna make you smile, somet'in' you gonna love, an' wha' gonna love you in return." He dropped those red eyes away then, back to the bumper car.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 05:06 pm UTC (link)

No, Remy. He didn't appreciate what you were trying to do. Not one bit. "I don't want anything but to get everyone out of here," he insisted, a little more quietly. "That would make me happy."

"I haven't let anything beat me down," the Doctor retorted sharply, a growl to his tone that belied the churning of his thoughts. "I can't have her back Remy. It's not my time yet. Not going to be my time again. Ever. You don't get that? And then you go and you steal those words. You steal them. How dare you? How could you?" Those were his words for him to tell her. His words. Words that he could never use again because you'd cheapened them, Remy LeBeau. You'd turned this into third grade where Billy asks if Sally would like to go to the dance with Charlie.

The Doctor stepped forward, closing that gap between him and the Cajun, shoving at his shoulders. "No right, no right at all. You have no idea what you've done... I can't believe.." Another shove, brain working at a million miles a minute. He'd been on slow burn before with those hands in his hair; now he was on a rampage. "So, you leave love and her out of this. Leave you out of this. Let me work on my modulator, let me get us all out of here."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 05:15 pm UTC (link)

He took the first shove, and the second. He'd deserved those. But he was catching himself shortly after and holding his ground, chin lifting a bit. "Your mo'ulat'r? 'Dat ain' gonna work. 'Dese people, 'dey woul'a t'ough' o' 'dat! You ain'--!" But he stopped short of yelling what he wanted to. You weren't going to get them out of here. You weren't going to save them. They were here at these people's mercy, and they would come and go as they saw fit, not until. But he didn't say that. He calmed himself took a breath before speaking again.

"M' sorry, didn' know was gonna mean 'dat much t' you. Woul'n'a sai' not'in' if I knew. Bu' I tell you wha'.. if you do love her, an' you didn' tell her 'fore now, Docteur? Was you really gonna tell her here? Af'er lyin' t' her?" He shook his head just a little. "Be' i's har' t' go t'rough life knowin' how you feel 'bou' someone, bu' no' knowin' how 'dey feel 'bou' you. Be' i' woul' hur', always wai'in' an' never knowin', no' f' sure. I woul'n' wanna go t'rough 'dat. An' i's evil t' make her go t'rough 'dat. Now she knows."

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 05:23 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, it's going to work," he rumbled. He wasn't going to let the Cajun even begin to plant the seed of failure. No, he was going to make it work. It had to work. Had to.

"No, I wasn't going to tell her. And I don't need to ask her because I already know, Gambit. I already know. She told me on this quaint beach called bad wolf bay at the end of it all. She told me. So don't go thinking you've done me or her or anyone else any favors."

If the Cajun had any doubt that he'd just stepped in something he could never hope to get off his shoe he'd have it confirmed in that look of absolute disdain the Doctor was giving him now. Of all the things you could do to him, Remy LeBeau, this was the worst. This was the absolute worst. You could have climbed that clocktower and told the world that he was your lover and he would have taken it better than this.

The Time Lord raised his hand again as if to strike; thinking better he swung at the air, turning on a heel and moving away in the direction of the exit. Running away, always running.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 05:29 pm UTC (link)

Gambit hadn't flinched as the other man had raised his hand. He didn't need to. He knew he wasn't going to hit him. But when the Doctor started walking away, the mutant slowly followed. He was always trailing behind, wasn't he, Doctor? Always right there, even if you didn't want him. "Maybe if you tol' me some o' 'dis, Docteur, I woul'n' be screwin' everyt'in' up, non? You hi'e so much from everyone, how anyone 'ppose' t' keep from steppin' on your toes?" He was sorry, clearly, but he'd already apologized. He wouldn't do it again.

Okay, who was he kidding? He would do it again. He'd do it plenty more.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 05:56 pm UTC (link)

"I didn't tell you because it's none of your business," he said coldly. He was quite used to being followed by the Cajun. Intimately familiar, even.

"So, you've got what you came for. how about you just go on your merry way. Go destroy something else. If you're so sure we're not getting out of here it shouldn't matter anyway."

He wished he had his coat on, he could shove his hands in his pockets then as he stormed out into the rain.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 06:02 pm UTC (link)

"Is my business." He insisted, still following right behind, right out into the rain. "An' I didn' come here for 'dis! Didn' come here t' make you angry, didn' come here t' make you ha'e me, Docteur. Came here t' tell you I ain' gonna le' you push me 'way, ain' gonna le' you walk 'way, 'cause I care too much 'bou' you an' wha' we got 'tween us. Came here t' make up wit' you an' talk." So he hadn't gotten what he'd come out here for. Not at all. Not in the least!

That was why he was still trailing after you, Time Lord.

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