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rude_not_ginger) wrote2007-05-21 10:13 pm
rude_not_ginger) wrote2007-05-21 10:13 pm
AU RP for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ambitious_woman
Illness
A Time Lord shouldn't be separated from his TARDIS. He knew this, it was a fairly simple, fairly straightforward rule that every Time Tot was taught back in the nursery. Time Lord and TARDIS were connected, part of a whole, part of a sum and all that. There were horror stories that Ushas used to tell over nightcom about Time Lords who had been without their ship for long periods of time and went insane, or worse. The "worse" was, of course, described in accurate, gruesome details, much to the 'ooooh'ing and 'aaaahhh'ing of those listening in.
The Doctor just never believed he'd be on the end of that sort of experience.
His ship was a lifetime away. More than that, lifetimes away, and he could feel it. He could feel the lack of a ship in his mind and it ached. More than ached, it was as if a large part of him was missing and he'd only just lost the anesthetics keeping the sensation of missing away.
He had meant to do a good deal today, most of which involved bothering the cook into frying chips and rewriting Reinette's library. These were his main plans, and they were good ones.
As it was, he was curled up on the floor of his bedroom, the shakes and stomachache from the night before having finally decided that his lack of response on the matter was unacceptable. He cried out sharply, a noise that only vaguely sounded human, and may have been a name.
"Reinette!"
A Time Lord shouldn't be separated from his TARDIS. He knew this, it was a fairly simple, fairly straightforward rule that every Time Tot was taught back in the nursery. Time Lord and TARDIS were connected, part of a whole, part of a sum and all that. There were horror stories that Ushas used to tell over nightcom about Time Lords who had been without their ship for long periods of time and went insane, or worse. The "worse" was, of course, described in accurate, gruesome details, much to the 'ooooh'ing and 'aaaahhh'ing of those listening in.
The Doctor just never believed he'd be on the end of that sort of experience.
His ship was a lifetime away. More than that, lifetimes away, and he could feel it. He could feel the lack of a ship in his mind and it ached. More than ached, it was as if a large part of him was missing and he'd only just lost the anesthetics keeping the sensation of missing away.
He had meant to do a good deal today, most of which involved bothering the cook into frying chips and rewriting Reinette's library. These were his main plans, and they were good ones.
As it was, he was curled up on the floor of his bedroom, the shakes and stomachache from the night before having finally decided that his lack of response on the matter was unacceptable. He cried out sharply, a noise that only vaguely sounded human, and may have been a name.
"Reinette!"
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Us. The idea seemed foreign. To not be alone, to have a partner, a person he could be an "us" with. It was almost frightening, if not for the fact that it was Reinette who was offering it.
I would like to explore us. To take the slow path with you. It was quite the romantic way of asking, but he couldn't think of a more appropriate one. The path was slow, and more often than not, she was the reason it was tolerable. The reason why, at times, he did not want to be anywhere else.
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With idle, curling fingers she lifted of of them to examine it, holding it between them. If she were not fanciful enough to make a wish on it, than Reinette could at least marvel at the events that allowed it to be there at all.
She loved him, of course. That had not changed in the successive years. And he knew that. She did not need to say the words allowed. She loved him, and they were going to walk together for a while. It was selfish, to be pleased by such, but Reinette knew that some emotions simply could not be controlled.
I have to wonder how much there is left of me to explore. She teased, not so much to hide from herself, but because she was happy. But I am sure we can manage maintain interest.
Until the next book arrived to edit. OR machine needed to be taken apart. Or kitchen stove needed to be repurposed.
But that, of course, only made her love him more.