roleplay for alainn_aislinn

[rude_not_ginger]

At least Byron wouldn't be on the ship long enough to try to shag Rose. Just the idea of that irritated the Doctor in new and interesting ways.

Why was this Byron fellow getting under his skin? Maybe because he was the sort of capable, charming type that could take Rose away from the Doctor if he tried hard enough. Maybe it was because the Doctor had more than a few of Byron's poetry books, and therefore couldn't call the man anything but a genius in the literary sense.

So frustrating.

Not as frustrating, of course, as the TARDIS was being. It kept registering a non-human lifeform within the console room. At first the Doctor figured it was reading Rose (after the Time Vortex incident, she never did show up as fully human according to the TARDIS scanners), but she'd been gone for a good fifteen minutes, now, and the scanner shouldn't have been continually reading her.

Unless...

He looked up and around the console room. Nothing was there...or was it?

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"From time to time," he replied quietly, nodding at the shelves. He pointed up towards the roof, at a bit of off-looking material jutting out of the wall, "See that? The TARDIS is building another floor. Probably be done before the end of the decade, I can start organizing some of the books I've got laying about in my bedroom."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She looked up at it with something like awe. "What sort of books?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Uh," he thought about the variety he had stacked floor to ceiling in his bedroom, "Poetry, couple of history, I picked up a few new biomolecular books, a couple on telebiogenesis I got for Rose after my regeneration, not sure why she found them to be so dull..."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Her head tilted at the unfamiliar word, all curiosity. "Telebiogenesis?"

Then a different sort of curiosity, "What sort of poetry?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Regeneration, my species does it every now and again," he waved his hand dismissively at the subject, moving on to her next question, "Ohhh, various sorts. I've been on a bit of a Traken-romantic-period kick as of late, I think what with my companion mooning about for that fellow it's put my in a right depressive state."

The words were said with no genuine saddness, though, just a gentle shrug.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Her fingers tightened on his, in gentle understanding. "Poetry's good for that, for giving words to the feelings, helping to bleed them out. What is a Traken?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Traken?" he looked over at her, "Oh, it was a very beautiful planet, on the other end of the Andromeda system. Full of ideas, art, wonderful people. Billions of souls on that world."

His eyes took on a wistful look as he remembered how it ended, whose fault it was that it was gone.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She frowned a little, shifting closer to him in concern.

"Was?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nodded, solemnly, "Everything has a time and everything dies."

Back when Nyssa had been the last of her kind, the Doctor didn't understand her pain. He empathized, cared for her, even loved her, but didn't understand. How would she see him now, the last of his kind?

"Still, life goes on."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She nodded a little, eyes far away for a moment. "For some of us."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

He nodded, himself far away from that place for a long moment. Shaking out of it, he plastered on a grin, "I'll have to show you the poetry section one day, I'm sure you'll appreciate it."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She smiled back at him, letting the warmth settle her again.

"I'd like that a lot."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Won't be a problem," the Doctor replied. He gave a quick glance at his watch, "Do you want to stay for Byron and Rose?"

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

There was the panic again, deep and strong, and flaring along both skin and psyche.

"No. I can't..."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"What are you afraid will happen?" he asked, doing his best to be gentle, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She just shook her head. "I have to go..."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Aislinn, wait," he said, moving a little closer to her. He wasn't sure if he could've stopped her from leaving, but he figured that trying couldn't hurt too much. There was so much he didn't know about her or Byron.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She stopped, almost solely because he used her name, because he was so close, and she was used to being obedient, at least occasionally. Her look was expectant, though the hurt and fear were still there, lurking.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to be afraid, not here," he promised, "You don't have to go."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"I do," she insisted quietly. "I can't see him. Please, Doctor. It...it hurts too much, to see him with her..." She was near tears again, almost trembling with the force of whatever emotion was rocketing through her.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm not the biggest fan of seeing that, either," the Doctor admitted, "It's all right, let's let you go on. Meet you back here in, ooooh, twenty minutes or so? Byron'll be gone by then, you can show me 'round your home, I'll loan you a few of my books...it'll be brilliant."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"Twenty minutes?" She gave him a very confused look.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

He motioned to the ship, "The TARDIS travels in time. I'll pop where I promised I'd take Byron, bring him back, and no matter how long he's been gone, only about ten minutes or so will have passed here. Brilliant, isn't it?"

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She nodded a little hesitantly. "It is..." A flash of a smile. "You can go with me then? To visit my home?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Of course," the Doctor beamed, "I never miss up a chance to take a trip somewhere I've never been. I'd go right now, but you know, like you said, have to make sure I've got the time."

As for Rose, well...she'd understand, of course. Might even welconme the thought that she wouldn't have to worry about explaining how long she'd been out with her...with Byron.