|The Tenth Doctor (dominustemporis) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2011-07-23 15:29:00
|Entry tags:||rose tyler, the doctor (10)|
Who: Rose Tyler and the Tenth Doctor
What: Rose heads out to pick up the Doctor and bring him back to the apartments since he refuses to live with his other self in the TARDIS.
When: Friday night
Where: A gas station somewhere off of the Kansas Turnpike
Warnings: Possible (probable?) angst and a beaten up Doctor.
Status: In progress
The Doctor, in this particular incarnation, had always been the sort of person who had difficulty keeping still. He rarely sat when he could pace, rarely left his hands idle when there was something with which he could fiddle. These habits became more pronounced the more anxious he became, and just at the moment, he was about as anxious as it was possible to be and not have a heart attack. Rose was here. Rose was here and she was coming to get him and oh, was she angry with him. Rightly so, he realized. He'd been an idiot to leave her like that on Bad Wolf Bay, such a fool, and she would be no happier with him now. Not once she found out what he had done, how far he had fallen in the wake of losing her a second time.
He was pacing just inside the doors of the shop to which he'd walked after finding himself stranded just off the road in Kansas, Kansas of all places! The proprietor had yet to kick him out, although the man was watching him closely, and every now and then seemed to make an aborted grab for the phone. The Doctor, fortunately, had had a cell phone on him when he'd arrived, Martha's cell phone, and had quickly discovered and tapped into the communication network that had connected him with other displaced individuals. Now, he was flicking through various entries, trying to get a better idea of what he'd gotten himself into, and filling the time until Rose arrived. He tried to keep his pacing contained to one small corner of the store. The few patrons who came in nevertheless gave him a wide berth. He supposed he would have, too, were he a local. His suit was torn and ragged, and there were still scrapes and cuts and bruises on his hands and face from where he'd fallen through the ceiling to reach the Master.