RP for vote4nathan

[rude_not_ginger]

After this.

"Behave!" The Doctor slammed his fist against the console, and the rickety machine finally settled down its racket, twisting the correct way down the Time Vortex, towards New York, 2007.

Nathan Petrelli's campaign headquarters? He could settle somewhere around there. That would be good, be easy for the other man to find the ship and also get him back without much of a question as to where he'd gone.

He materialized the TARDIS in the alley next to the campaign headquarters and grinned. Perfect landing. Smooth, without fault.

Beep. Beep.

Well, almost no fault.

Time disruption on this planet? Time being folded in on itself? No, that must've just been a computer error. The Doctor shrugged on his coat and stepped out, heading for the front door of the campaign office with a lopsided grin on his face.

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Nathan smirked lightly, an attempt to feign only mild interest. "I'm interested in a lot of things. I mean it's profitable to dabble in a little of everything, right?"

He paused a moment before asking another question. "So that's what makes certain people different? I mean it's a theory... people using all of the brain instead of a small portion of it."

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"Something like that," the Doctor replied, "Basically it's the human race evolving itself in order to stop disasters, save the world, that sort of thing. Fascinating stuff, but I'm not sure if all of it is accurate. After all, my race never had that happen, and we've been through plenty of disasters ourselves."

He gave his head a scratch, "'Course, we also use a lot more of our brains."

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"Cause you're a... Timelord." Nathan nodded concedingly. "If the human race is evolving to stop these... disasters, why isn't everyone evolving. And does that mean that everyone is capable of certain... abilities, they only have to learn to use them, or that part of their brain?" He asked curiously, trying to pick his words wisely and still keep an air of only partial interest even though he knew he wasn't doing very well. He truely wanted these answers though.

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"Well, I could assume that everyone is capable, but only certain brains can respond to it," the Doctor replied, "Brains with the capability of fast evolution. Probably highly creative minds. I'm surprised they don't have more children in there, their creativity could fuel an empire. Just simple human children."

The platform wobbled as a hovercar sped past them.

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Nathan reached out to the side uncertainly as the platform wobbled. "Is this thing stable?" He asked, noting that there was limited railing on the edges.

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"Well, I can't imagine that it wouldn't be----"

Naturally, that was when another hovercar sped a bit too closely, and the railing on which the Doctor was holding got knocked loose. The Doctor tumbled over the side, gripping onto one of the railings above what had become a decent-sized fall.

"Leave it to me to speak to soon!"

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Nathan's eyes narrowed and he knelt down to extend an arm to the Doctor. "Doctor. This isn't safe. And I think I'd need you to get back home." He said, only a hint of worry lacing his voice when he successfully got a hold of the doctor's hand.

Another hovercar hurried past and he let go again to hold himself steady on the track. He bit back a curse and then reached for the Doctor again, only to see the losened railing break free. "Doctor!"

In a split decision, he jumped off and flew towards the Doctor. He wraped his fingers around one wrist, holding him suspeneded in air for a moment and then slowly began descending to the ground.

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Well, to say the Doctor had screamed would've implied he was terrified, which he would never, ever admit. Thus, the 'scream' became more of a dignified yell, in his mind and the minds of anyone he might tell a story of his time in New New York to.

It took him a moment to register why he wasn't falling. Why he wasn't already dead and explaining regeneration to this lovely American senator-wannabe.

"We're flying," the Doctor said, "No, no, gravity's still pulling me down. You! You're flying!"

He grinned madly up at Nathan, "Brilliant!"

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The grin was infectious and turned Nathan's look from worry/fear to an amused grin. The Doctor's feet touched the ground first and then Nathan landed in front of him. Imediately, his gaze darted around to see if anyone had noticed. There were a few people staring but not many.

"Landing is getting better." He said and then looked to the doctor. "Are you alright?"

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"All right? You were flying!" The year 5 billion, hovercars and motorways and the city of New New York above them, and the Doctor was completely and totally ecstatic about the 21st century man in front of him.

"Have you always flew? Are you alien, or just---" he literally bounced a bit, "Yes! Yes! Evolutionary! S'what they were talking about in the seminars, you're a piece of human evolution! Oh, that's fantastic. Fantastic!"

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"Human evolution." Nathan nodded slightly, the corners of his lips still twitching sligtly at the infectious excitement of the Doctor. "You'd be surprised how often I've heard those words lately. It just started this past year... but... what seminars were you attending?"