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revenance_rpg2014-06-29 03:07 am
battleborndr) wrote in revenance_rpg2014-06-29 03:07 am
past the breaking point [closed]
Who: Donna and the metacrisis Doctor.
What: Secrets are harder to keep locked up tight when you're human. Or maybe he's just become incompetent.
When: After Jeeves is noticeably gone.
Where: Traverse Town, home.
Warnings: ANGST. Doctor Who s4 finale major spoilers!
The funny thing about breaking points is that they always exist, even in dreams, even if you try to pretend they're not real.
The Doctor's room is more of a mess than usual. The mess spills out into the hall, and even Harkness doesn't dare enter, just hiding on the fringes, keeping low to the ground and looking as worried as a Dream Eater can manage. Wires, scraps of metal, clock fragments. He's perched at his desk over some awful looking device that might belong in a horror movie, which isn't what it was supposed to be at all--it was supposed to be elegant and lovely and Jeeves would have liked it.
He swipes his arms across the desk and everything crashes to the floor around him. His elbows hit the surface and he holds his head. Regret. He's not new to regret. It hides in a nice home in his mind, sidling along between the lines of anger and happiness.
Jeeves was supposed to be here and they were supposed to talk, but who the hell can the Doctor talk to, now?!
Harkness bolts from his spot outside the hall, too shaken up by his human, and maybe he can find someone that can help, or maybe he'll just hide further away.
What: Secrets are harder to keep locked up tight when you're human. Or maybe he's just become incompetent.
When: After Jeeves is noticeably gone.
Where: Traverse Town, home.
Warnings: ANGST. Doctor Who s4 finale major spoilers!
The funny thing about breaking points is that they always exist, even in dreams, even if you try to pretend they're not real.
The Doctor's room is more of a mess than usual. The mess spills out into the hall, and even Harkness doesn't dare enter, just hiding on the fringes, keeping low to the ground and looking as worried as a Dream Eater can manage. Wires, scraps of metal, clock fragments. He's perched at his desk over some awful looking device that might belong in a horror movie, which isn't what it was supposed to be at all--it was supposed to be elegant and lovely and Jeeves would have liked it.
He swipes his arms across the desk and everything crashes to the floor around him. His elbows hit the surface and he holds his head. Regret. He's not new to regret. It hides in a nice home in his mind, sidling along between the lines of anger and happiness.
Jeeves was supposed to be here and they were supposed to talk, but who the hell can the Doctor talk to, now?!
Harkness bolts from his spot outside the hall, too shaken up by his human, and maybe he can find someone that can help, or maybe he'll just hide further away.
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"Donna... there's something I have to tell you..."
About her future. About things he's not supposed to tell her. He's broken rules before, but this was...
Something he could no longer keep to himself.
He wished more than ever that he told Jeeves.
"It's..." He chewed at his lip and looked around his room. "...Maybe you should sit down."
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"Ok. Go ahead."
This just didn't sound good.
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And yet...
Well. Mostly human, part Time Lord? Interestingly enough he couldn't feel those peculiar threads of Time bowing under the weight he was starting to apply to them.
Maybe that's why he decided to screw the rules, buck up, and tell her. So what if she woke up and remembered? So what if he changed everything? So what if he stopped existing? Maybe Donna would still be Donna! Even the "Davros Problem" could be solved a multitude of different ways, what with Jack and Sarah Jane... There were options. Who cared if the Doctor didn't see them like that.
"I told you I was human, but I didn't say how or why," he started, finally meeting her gaze. "I have you to thank to that, Donna. Well, mostly. I suppose the Doctor inadvertently was involved," his voice dropped lower, and a little snide, "not that he appreciated it."
Ah. No. Stop.
He pushed that down and smiled at her, really smiled. "Donna, you're brilliant. Always. I know you don't think you are special, but you are." He stepped over to her and crouched down, his hands finding one of hers. "You saved reality. All of reality. You--"
He choked up and look down, eyes closed.
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When he choked and stopped talking, looking down, instead of at her, she understood. She did something to create this human Doctor, something that apparently saved reality.
But she got this feeling that something bad happens in the process. She got up and walked over, placing a hand on his arm.
"Doctor. What happens, happens. I'm interested to know...But I also understand I shouldn't know." She was trying to tell him that he didn't need to continue if he didn't want.