The Doctor (not_your_tardis) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-01-19 18:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon / oracle (new earth), the doctor (tenth) |
Who: The Doctor and Barbara Gordon / oracle
What: Comparing notes and having tea.
Where: The Doctor's Apartment
When: After their discussion on the network
Rating: PG for babbling Time Lords
Status: In progress
Notes:
The Doctor's red sneakers dug in hard against the floor of his kitchen as the Time Lord paced anxiously back and forth. The company of the clever was nothing knew or unbeknownst to him, in fact it was really quite the opposite, but this was no normal circumstance. This was The Doctor, stuck in a parallel dimension (or at least that's what he was pretty sure it was) with no TARDIS, and not a soul in sight anymore that actually knew his face. Sure, there had been Rose, even Martha and Mickey for a short time, and Donna too. There had even been a future him at one point which, despite being unnerving, had actually given him a bit of hope. They were all gone now though. Sure, there was Jack, and Ianto, but both of those situations seemed complicated enough without his bumbling social interference. He wouldn't ignore them, because that simply wasn't his way, but a trapped and lonely Time Lord, who was not entirely convinced this was not some special form of temporal punishment, didn't think he should go stirring up too many nests. It was why he'd shut himself away in his apartment. It was why he'd disassembled nearly every appliance he could think to utilize. It was why there were bits and and pieces of scraps and electronics everywhere. It was why, after his discussion with Barbra (and the subsequent desire to stick his foot in his mouth) he'd taken to cleaning. He knew, better than he cared to admit, that this isolation was not good for him. He was a being that traveled, had adventures, and was almost constantly around people -- and he needed to get back to that. So, he'd cleaned and he'd made sure there was enough room for her chair. He'd set out to make tea, and made sure to leave a collection of his gadgets out for her to examine. He even found himself smiling and feeling rather energetic while waiting for her to knock on the door. It was a good feeling -- a brilliant feeling really -- and it reminded him of who he knew himself to be. Sure, there were prophecies and talks of his death. Sure, there was mysteries and questions he didn't have to answer. That didn't change the fact that there was a whole town of people who probably could have used his help. He was The Doctor. Helping people was exactly what he did. Now, all he had to do was wait. It was time to get serious. |