(Very) Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo (little_ozzo) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-02-15 16:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | tony dinozzo |
Who: Tony and open to TARDIS residents or narrative
When: The day after valentines, probably
What: Still freaking out, kind of. Maybe.
Where: The TARDIS
He hadn't left the room without Martha in weeks. Which was stupid. He was a grown man, he should be able to leave a room on his own. If Gibbs was here he couldn't imagine what he'd say. His Boss was hardly known for keeping weak people on his team. Martha had gone to see Rose for a while, and that would be the perfect opportunity. He didn't mind her spending time with Rose. She needed her right now too, she was her best friend after all. He just didn't think he could be around a whole lot of other people at the moment. Not went he spent a good deal of time wondering if even Martha was simply lulling him back in to a false sense of security. Again. They all asked if those of them who'd been to the cage thought this was 'real' or not. But he hated that. Because that was a suggestion that the cage hadn't been real. That their experiences there weren't real. Which made their fear fake as well. And if it wasn't real, that was pretty pathetic.
Getting up off the bed, he moved to the door, glancing out in the hallway in both directions. It was empty. And down to the right was the way to the main control room place. Thing. Whatever. He didn't get this place. Stepping out in to the hall, he began the slow walk down the hallway. His goal was the door. He wanted to get outside, and preferably without running in to anyone. Whether it was Martha, which would be his preference if it did happen, or anyone else.
Luck was with him and he got to the door without any run ins. But as soon as it was open, and the open air greeted him, he froze, handle of the door still gripped in his fingers. He felt that familiar panic wash over him. He felt hot, cold and nauseous all at the same time. He couldn't do this. Back in the room, he'd been determined. But now? He couldn't. With Martha beside him, sure. Because he'd just focused on what she'd been talking about, and not their surroundings. Now, the open space and all its possibilities bore down on him until he felt as though his breath were stolen and he had to slam the door shut again, turning and leaning his back against it.
It didn't take him long to decide that was too vulnerable a place to be in, and pushing himself to his feet, he headed down the nearest hallway, which twisted around and led to a staircase, which led him down to another hallway, which twisted and turned its way around as quickly as he was moving, until he ended up at another door, which was opened and shut behind him without thought. Turning slowly to face the room, he frowned. It was a library. He didn't remember seeing the library before? And it was huge. With nowhere to hide. Just a lot of books and chairs and no small places. But at least he was alone. That was how it needed to be right now.
Because he was still weak.