|The Doctor [Nine] (heisnoone) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-12-28 12:18:00
|Entry tags:||the doctor (9)|
Who:Nine and Martha
Gallifreyans healed faster than the average human. Most of Nine's injuries had already healed, the physical anyway. The mental were still large and in charge. Though he'd become rather silent since the war, he still hovered those he considered his. He'd even begun to adopt Becker. The man was living in his TARDIS, injured and belonged to Jack. Jack was still his even if he was sort of an abomination. Nine wasn't feeling a need to abandon him just yet. Even though he did feel wrong every time he was near and made him twitch. He was trying to cut back on the twitching as much as he were able anyway. He checked on Martha too when he thought she wasn't looking. And then to Roses room where he checked even though he knew she wouldn't be there. He'd lost Rose. The TARDIS was barely even home without her.
He was angry, so very angry and it showed in his eyes. Since he'd arrived he'd ome to realize maybe it would take a little more than sonic and hugs to protect her from this words dangers. To protect all those he considered under his protection. He wasn't doing much today, he couldn't bring himself to move very far from where he'd started. He was tired physically. Not getting a lot of sleep worrying over everyone. He'd never needed much to begin with, but some for basic function would have been great. Unfortunately his dreams were still plagued with nightmares. Mostly of the Bad Wolf. The TARDIS, and his home.
The TARDIS seemed a little petulant at him for even thinking she was less home because Rose was gone. Rose would be back, he could feel the tugging at the back of his min but he didn't feel like paying it any attention. He was still too angry. He'd begun to distance himself from those occupying his ship, only really appeared to check on them and make sure they were still alive and then vanish again without saying word one. Sometimes he made sure they saw him, other times he didn't care. He'd hung around Becker until he was conscious and then went to putter around the main Console room. He didn't feel a need to change it from the last regeneration's console. He was okay with change, in fact it looked a little nice. Bit more put together than what he was used to. He briefly wondered what the other versions of him were like.
He left the center of the TARDIS and went to sit on one of it's many ramps above. Looking down on the room with his head against a rail and feet hanging over the edge he frowned. He was starting to feel more than a little useless in this world. Rose hadn't been wrong when she said this was her turf. He didn't want to admit it out loud but he was more displaced on Earth than he ever felt in space. For the first time, he felt it.