ext_61593 ([identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] rude_not_ginger 2009-11-12 09:52 pm (UTC)

The Doctor gripped Jack's hands and struggled to make the muscles in his arms and his aching legs move. Jack would protect him and the Doctor could not give up.

He felt so completely weighed down by everything he'd done. He'd pushed Jack away, he'd gotten them into this situation, he'd abandoned Jack before, it all swirled around his head and kept pushing, pushing, pushing. He needed to focus.

"Whatever they've given us, it's made us single out individual emotions," the Doctor theorized. "Focusing on one feeling only and letting that take us over. Then they get to watch. Like we're elaborate lab rats."

He felt a flash of anger, but there was too much anguish for it to take over. He put a hand to his shoulder. Not broken. So what was that crack?

He looked back. Where the Doctor had hit the wall, a panel and been broken open. A panel with a large number of shiny buttons.

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