paixaorpg | Meanwhile, Back at the TARDIS... [Active]

Character(s): Rose and the Doctor (Tenth)
Content: Hangin' at the TARDIS
Setting: The TARDIS... the Tenth's that is.
Time: Uh... yes.
Warnings: Nada.

The Doctor had gotten them lost. Not on purpose, of course, and it wasn't like there was anyone much to ask directions from in the floor of Spira. The floor was far more expansive than what the Doctor had expected. Neither of the other two floors had been as large. Having to dodge monsters everywhere they went hadn't made the trip much easier, but the Doctor had gotten them back in the end.

Of course, he didn't really considering getting lost an issue even now, despite Rose's jabs at him about it. However, he was glad to be back at the TARDIS.

Leaning against the console, the Doctor made use of his left behind journal to catch up on things. They hadn't missed too much it seemed, but slipping that the TARDIS was here had been an over sight on his part. The TARDIS was somewhat hidden, but now not hidden enough. While he doubted there was much the Master could do with it in it's current low powered, and unable to dematerialize state, he knew better than to underestimate the Master. Especially this incarnation of him.

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Truth be told, Rose still found it weird, being back with the Doctor. Definitely nice, very interesting (especially when it came to the younger-looking older Doctor) and all sorts of other good things, but still odd. It was like its own sort of time travel, returning to the life she'd had years ago, with nothing but the clothes on her back and her memories as evidence of that time apart.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she flopped down on the jump-seat. "Well, at least I didn't wander off this time. That's something, yeah?"

The Time Lord glanced to Rose as she spoke, not particularly disappointed to be distracted from the Master for a moment.

For the Doctor, things felt more as they should be. When he'd first arrived here, he'd only recently lost Rose. It had been a raw wound, that had been quickly patched when she'd appeared here, only to have her vanish again here. Like so many other things about this place, it bothered him. Clearly she'd gone back, but she didn't remember being here before, like many of the others who appeared here again. Why she had, or more to the point, how remained something the Doctor couldn't work out. Or why she couldn't remember, yet others could. He was fairly certain that she was from a later point in her timeline, so it seemed that didn't have anything to do with whether they remembered or not.

It was frustrating that it was easy to narrow down what things weren't, but what the answers actually were, apparently were refusing to reveal themselves.

"I'm sure you thought about it though," the Doctor replied, giving her a knowing, but also somewhat cheeky, look. He knew Rose. The chance that she hadn't thought 'Maybe I'll just nip around the corner for a moment while the Doctor's distracted.' were practically zero. Of course, he expected nothing less from Rose, or, well, any of his companions really. They'd all had a habit of wandering off and getting into trouble.

The truth of the matter was, the Doctor had kept a close eye on Rose. He didn't particularly fancy losing her a third time, after all. Had she tried to wander off, she would have found it much harder than usual. At least, that's what the Doctor had intended.

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Before, it would have been a blatant lie to deny it, but now... Well, now things were different.

Rose stared at the rotor, the Doctor's comment putting a damper on her good mood. She knew he meant it in jest, but it just served to remind her that they couldn't stay here like this forever. For all the fluidity of timelines, she knew this: this Doctor was not the one she was meant to find. Because it wasn't just him that she needed to find, but Donna Noble.

It took her a moment to reply, easily finding a smile in his presence. "Like you haven't? If it's not me endin' up in a boatload of trouble, it's you followin' something shiny off to who-knows-where."

His extra attention hadn't escaped her notice. It reminded her of the months after Canary Wharf, when Mum and everyone that she could convince had watched over Rose like hawks, lest she disappear into a deep dark abyss of depression or run off half-cocked into a dangerous situation (which, to be honest, she still did).

To be honest, it chafed a little. She had been a proud Torchwood agent for years now, fully capable of taking care of herself and those left in her charge. The Doctor had been the first person to really believe in her, and the seeming retraction of that faith still stung.

She understood why, of course. She couldn't think of anything short of another multiversal collapse that would convince her to leave him once she finally found the proper him. Even now, she doubted her ability to give up this.

He opened his mouth to respond, but found it far harder than it should have been to get out a reply. She had him there. Maybe he did sometimes get... distracted, and would suddenly find he'd lost track of his companions, but it wasn't like he did it on purpose. "Yes, well, I didn't go getting distracted by shiny things, now did I?"

It really wasn't that he'd lost faith in her. It wasn't that at all. It was more, perhaps, that he'd lost faith in his ability to keep her safe. She'd just vanished before, just as Donna had too, Rosette, Chrono, and so many others. So many had just vanished and he still had no idea how or why. He still didn't know what was going on here and it bothered him. It had excited him, originally. He liked things he didn't know about, but it wasn't a good thing anymore. He'd been stuck here too long without answers.

He needed to find answers and he needed them soon.

"Not this time, no. Though you'd probably end up gettin' eaten by some of the wildlife if you had." And she'd have had to shoot the thing, and then been forced to explain why she had a gun and where she'd learned to use it and probably suffer one of the Doctor's disapproving lectures on the dangers of firearms on human diplomacy.

They hadn't talked, really, in the month that Rose had been in Paixao. Well, they talked, obviously (they were talking right now, weren't they?), but they hadn't talked talked. And they definitely hadn't talked about life after Canary Wharf. It wasn't like she was surprised; it had never been their way to sit down and have a heart-to-heart(s?), instead always moving from one adventure to another. She knew that, was fine with it and now counted on it to avoid revealing exactly where she was in the timeline compared to him. However, the approach always left her with questions that could only be answered by throwing subtlety out the window.

"Doctor, have many people from our universe showed up here?" She looked down, picking at a loose thread in her sleeve. "'Cause, you know, there's the two of you and that's a little weird. Does that happen a lot, meeting yourself?"

He couldn't really argue with that. There'd been a lot of rather dangerous creatures in that place, that he wasn't sure he could have dealt with by himself.

"Well, it's happened more times than it really should have," the Doctor admitted. He'd bumped into himself quite a few more times than he should have, even. Multiple of himself even. Although, it never was intentional. "I'm not meant to cross my own timeline, but, well, sometimes it can't be helped."

"As for others, well, there's been a few others."

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