AU RP for ambitious_woman

[rude_not_ginger]

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!"

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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Their rooms were as always, there rooms.

No, of course that was not true. Her room remained her own of course, but the Doctor had only been in possession of his for the sum of eight months. Day after day collected since she had been unable to send him home. Since then he had busied himself. With the parts of clockwork men, her books, and even making the space adjoining hers, more his own.

But what continued to speak to Reinette most? Was the door. Just as the mental connection they sometimes sought? On some occasions the door stood open, and inviting. And on others, it was firmly shut. A suitable sign that the Doctor needed his own space, and own time. It was something Reinette both respected, and understood.

Today? It was shut.

Which was shy she was startled from her reading to hear her own name, cutting through the carved wood in painful degrees. The novel slid to the floor as she stood, crossing the room and entering the Doctor's own without hesitation.

When she found him on the floor? Something like dear twisted in her gut. As she somehow found a way to pass one of her own lingering illnesses onto him? She knew he did not lend himself to sickness but this --- was their connection somehow at fault.

She dropped to the floor, taking his head in her lap and checking for fever.

"Here," she murmured. "I am here."

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[stolehispurse.livejournal.com]

BEAUTIFUL, the two of you!!! You made me feel the pain and the struggle!!! (Made me want to be helping too) - sorry if I'm posting out of turn, and feel free to delete the comment if you don't want the RP thread cluttered, but... it's too good for me not to speak out my appreciation. You are amazing!

(On another note... I was worndering, on re-thinking Father's Day... could the Doctor eventually resolve his isolation by trying to have the TARDIS materialise using the key? I mean... if for some reason Ten and Reinette need to get out of the 18th century really...)