for magicalskeptic: A trip to the ocean

[rude_not_ginger]

"You wanted an ocean, have I got an ocean for you."

The Doctor darted around the console and scooped his jacket up from where it hung on one of the TARDIS pillars. He absolutely loved this bit. The first trip to an alien world with someone who didn't even believe in other worlds until now. Very little was more exciting.

"Now! We've got breathable atmosphere, low radiation, and a beautiful summer day. The waters of the Greeio Malgoon are purple in the summer, which is when they're the warmest and the safest. I'd have taken you to them in the winter when they're blue, but the water's acid content gets a bit high and ends up spewing out strange creatures with eyes that shoot lasers. Green lasers, they disintegrate you without much warning. Very technicolor world, the Greeo Malgoon."

He shrugged. "Still! In the summer, peak of tourist season, it's the most brilliant place for a visit."

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"More of a revalation," he says. "Figured out who set this up. Because G.M., that stands for Greeio Malgoon, yes, but that's not what people generally call it. The only people who call it that are the locals. The ones who live here all the time."

He nods back down the hall towards the formal---er, the board room.

"And we need to find the outside, I think. If we don't find whoever's still pulling the strings first."

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Morgana squeezes his hand a little, to get his attention. "Are you planning on telling me what it stands for, then?" She asks as they make their way down the hall, but she slows nearing the turret.

"Why is that not firing?"

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"It stands for the planet's name, but it's a local name like..." he chewed on his lip, trying to figure out how to explain it. "Is there something the people of Camelot call Camelot? Just them, nobody else? Because that's what G.M. is. The little girl and her father, they lived here, they were locals, and they were planning something on the beach."

He approached the turret cautiously, but all the lights inside were dark. He tapped the side of it with his foot. "Must've used its energy up powering that room for us. Better keep moving before it wakes up."

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"Camelot is just Camelot, to whoever it may be, locals, foreign dignitaries, and across classes." This might explain her ongoing confusion.

"And of course she lived here, we saw her room, but why is that relevant?"

And Morgana is more than happy to avoid the turret, and starts trying to steer the pair of them towards the stairs -- or, what was a set of stairs and is now a very steep ramp.

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"I think they were trying to make G.M. about the people who lived here, but something went wrong."

He nods and then sits at the top of the stairs. It looks like it'll be quite a fun slide, actually.

He gives her a smile. "Allons-y." And slides.

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She watches the Doctor slide and really wishes she were in fencing clothes, but she isn't and Morgana is nothing without her dignity, so, cautiously, she makes her way down the ramp. She does a pretty good job, at looking steadier than she really is.

Years of court etiquette are certainly not going to be overcome on the first trip, if, at all.

"Something went wrong is an understatement, Doctor." She says, crossing the foyer to the door, and uses her might-be-a-screwdriver to unlock what she thought, earlier was wise to keep locked.

"I think we will feel better once we are outside."

Exiting first, the second she steps out, she hears a hissing, angry voice, witch and she closes her eyes for a second and repeats aloud. "It is not real."

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Whatever Morgana is seeing, the Doctor can't see at all. He reaches for his sonic and holds it out, waving it over the space. "Nothing there, Morgana," he says, firmly, in case she can't believe it. "Whatever is there, it's trying to keep you inside. You just have to remember it's not there."

He doesn't push her, he doesn't pressure, he just waits. She'll go when she's ready. When she believes it's not real. He has that faith.

Doctor--- a voice hisses from behind him. It's the Master's voice. He knows it. He freezes and looks back. There he is, just as the Doctor left him in Elsewhere. Suit, manic grin. But he can't be here. He's not real.

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There's a breath or two, and another accusation, before Morgana's calm enough to believe the truth -- no one from her home is here.

When she does open her eyes, she sees the Doctor look behind him, and she knows, from the stance, and the stare, that he's seeing something, someone important as well. "Doctor," her voice is probably gentler than he's ever heard it. "Now you have to remember whoever it is, is not real."

She puts a hand on the arm holding his jacket. She can wait equally as patiently.

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The Master could be anywhere. He could be. And part of the Doctor doesn't want him to be an illusion. Part of him would rather die than lose the Master again.

He can't dispel it. Inside, he's too desperate for it to be real.

"Just go," he says. "We have to get out of here. Quickly, go, now!"

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Morgana stiffens, slightly. She's seen inside his head and knows exactly who it is to bring out that tone of desperation.

"The both of us, or just me? You sound uncertain. Whatever is happening they want us to separate. Remember that."

And Morgana is not above using low blows to snap him out of this. "Please do not tell me you would be willing to abandon me for an illusion."

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Feisty.

"Leave her alone," the Doctor barks automatically.

You never change. Always playing with Earth girls, the Master says.

No, not the Master, the illusion. It's an illusion. It's not real, no matter how much the Doctor wants it to be.

He opens his eyes, and the Master is gone.

He turns to Morgana and nods to the door. "Quickly."

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Morgana moves aside to let the Doctor through, and they are back out in the street -- no sirens and no ghosts from the past following them either.

For the second time, it's Morgana who chooses to reach for his hand. She says, without irony or even annoyance at the possibility, "Thank you, Doctor, for not leaving me for your illusion."

Something Morgana will never think about -- if there was ever a flesh and blood choice. Her pride's never going to tolerate it.

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"You're far more interesting anyway," he says, just a little flippantly. He reaches back for her hand, only to find she's reaching for his. He gives her a small smile. This can work out, he thinks, the pair of them traveling together.

There's a rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning, strange and alien, above them.

"We need to find the central hub computer," he says.

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Morgana smiles back with the semi-smile she uses when trying not to feel too enthusiastic about something. "I should hope so," she replies with equal flippancy.

She's back to feeling comfortable with the slight temperature difference between them.

She looks up at the sound of thunder. "Is the rain here purple?" It's as much out of curiosity as it is trying to distinguish if the sounds are real.

They make their way back through the street to the steam, which flickers in front of her, and she squints a little, in an automatic response.

"That building is real, is it not?" She's indicating a small, almost shed sized metal building, whose style is jarring with the rest of the architecture.

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"I don't know," the Doctor admits. "But we need to just assume everything is real until we know otherwise."

The steam before them, though, he knows isn't real. He finds himself grinning.

"And they want us to stay away." He squeezes her hand. "I think it's about time we worked on defying what they want properly, don't you?"

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"The last time I defied them, they locked us in a room filled with --" Morgana stops in mid-sentence and her expression turns to one of disgust, as she thinks back to the room without the door -- or -- at least -- they thought did not have a door.

"Everything was a trick. The cold, the door, all of it was created to try and drive us out, or punish us for going inside." As annoyed as she is at being so thoroughly tricked, it causes her to realize something else. "That is a lot of effort to keep us out of one little girl's room."

When he squeezes her hand, she leans in a little, and says, conspiratorially, "I do believe it is time to defy their rules."

With that, the steam, for her, stops flickering and disappears entirely.

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The Doctor closes his eyes and when he reopens them, the steam vanishes, leaving them a clear pathway to the shed. He turns to her and grins.

"I've never been much for rules."

And, in protest, he hears a crumbling sound, followed by the sound of the TARDIS dematerializing in the distance. Things that would frighten him, make him run away.

He nods, and starts towards the shed. "There's more illusion here than reality right now."

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"I am trying to remember that it is the fantastic, not the mundane that our tormentor is using," Thus she's hoping, by that logic, the plain looking metal building in front of them, is completely real.

There's a scream in the distance; it sounds like Gwen, causing Morgana to turn her head quickly to look. It is upsetting to have such things -- personal relationships, fears, and her natural protective instincts, so completely manipulated.

"That was cruel," She comments, without further elaboration. It just makes her more determined to ignore everything, thus she steps slightly ahead and reaches out to open the door to the building as if she expects nothing out of the ordinary.

Except what she gets is a severe shock, so severe, it knocks her off her feet.

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"What they did to the people here was cruel, too," the Doctor says.

And suddenly, Morgana is off her feet. The Doctor rushes over to her and puts his hand to her pulse. It's beating, if irregularly. he looks back to the door handle and zaps it with his sonic. Low level electric field. A trap after the traps.

And he let Morgana walk right into it.

"Morgana," he says, panicked. "Morgana!"

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She doesn't quite lose consciousness, but there is a moment where clarity escapes her for a minute. The feeling -- the shock traveling up her arm, and causing the briefest pain in her chest, makes her cough, a reaction to the momentary tightness.

So watching the Doctor zap the door handle, and calling out to her is as surreal as almost everything else about this trip has been thus far. Slowly she puts her hand to her chest and takes a breath. With an unsteady voice she asks, "Was that real?" She actually hopes it is, as she would hate to think her brain could trick her so severely.

Morgana's giving herself another second or two before she tries to sit up.

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He smiles, because she's alive. She's alive and for the best he can tell right now, she's going to survive this mostly intact. The charge must've been low, the psychic projections eating up most of the city's energy.

He releases her wrist and takes her hand instead.

"I have a feeling from here on out most of them will be," he says.

The shed doesn't look large, but he doesn't expect that it's as it seems, either.

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For half a second, she smiles because he does, still not being entirely with it and all.

Sitting up is not elegantly done. Morgana puts a hand to her chest and winces. Everything is tight, and her heart's rhythm still isn't right. "What was that?" She would like to understand whatever just happened.

She pulls her feet underneath her, and thinks about standing up but thinking is as far as she gets at the moment. "They must want to physically keep us out of there, like with the turret." Perhaps? She hopes she's right, she's just trying to get her thoughts back in order, and her heart to steady.

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"Electric shock," the Doctor explains. "Something you lot will figure out in a few hundred years. But I've switched that one off. There'll probably be more traps, though."

Traps and turrets. More ways for Morgana to die. He considers sending her back to the TARDIS, where she'll be safe. But she doesn't want to be coddled, does she? And traveling with him is never safe.

He reaches for the door and gestures for her to step back.

"Just in case."

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Now unsteadily on her feet, all the Doctor gets for his cautiousness with her is a look akin to and who is going to look out for you? The Doctor may not like it, and Morgana may not admit it, but, of late, he's one of the few people that's earned her stubborn protectiveness. It drives Arthur mad at times, but the Doctor will have to learn to deal with it the way the crown prince did.

So, she takes a step closer, in defiance. "I want to confront whatever is doing this to us as much as you do." Part of how she treats others is always giving another explanation for her behaviour, in case her actual reasoning is unappreciated.

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"Yeah, but I don't want us to confront it by getting shot," he says.

A beat.

"You know. Again."

But the entrance to the shed is quiet, no turrets, no traps. Just a dark, open room. It makes the Doctor massively nervous. This shouldn't be so easy. He knows this shouldn't be so easy.

He takes a cautious step inside.