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Character(s): Mufasa and the Eleventh Doctor
Content: After learning Mufasa is in trouble, the Doctor does what he does best.
Setting: East-ish in the city.
Time: Backdated to week 34, after this post.
Warnings: None.

East, Mufasa had told him. But in a city as large as this, there was a lot of east to look around in, and so the Doctor was rather lost. He knew he was pushing it already, what with the snow and his injuries and Yuna's (infamous, he thought) puppy eyes. He'd probably get them again - and he'd been doing so well lately, too. He hadn't even tried to sneak out for the past few days, resigned to the fact that if he didn't want to upset his rescuer, who'd already done so much for him. But now was different. Now, someone was in trouble, and it wasn't jus tany someone, it was a good someone - someone whose fate the Doctor already knew. Guilt gnawed at him as his train of thought once again circled to the fact that these people weren't characters in a story, as he had thought. These were people, and here he'd been watching their lives as entertainment.

Brushing those thoughts aside, the Doctor took another glance around. "Mufasa!" he yelled, ignoring the startled glances the citizens were giving him. He saw a heap of fur that could only belong to a lion, and rushed to him, feeling for a pulse. It was definitely him, and he was definitely still alive. "Mufasa," the Doctor breathed, giving the lion a worried look. "It's me. I'm here. Can you hear me?"

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It was amazing that Mufasa had been able to talk to him at all. When the Doctor finally found him, he was unconscious and obviously injured. There were gashes in his fur and dried blood congregated around them. It almost looked like something had scratched him with sizable claws.

However, upon hearing the unfamiliar yell, his ears perked up and he began to rouse himself.

"...mm." he rumbled, his golden eyes opening sluggishly, "...Doctor?" he tried to smile, "So you found me."

Oh, no. This was very much in the way of "not good", but the Doctor merely looked over Mufasa's injuries worriedly and tried, gently, to help the great cat get to his feet. "At least you're alive," he told the other. This wasn't the first he'd heard of Heartless, especially in the Pride Lands, though he had yet to go there himself. He'd yet to see any inside the city - or, indeed, at all - perhaps the Heartless were more prevalent outside? That much was obvious, but what were they?

Keeping his thoughts on the subject to himself, the Doctor smiled back. "Of course I did," he told him. "I'm good at finding people."

Despite being injured, Mufasa managed to get to his feet. He felt pain, but he did his best to mask it with a small smile.

"I am lucky." he leaned against the Doctor, exhaling shakily, "So I noticed." his low voice rumbled in amusement before he took his first step gingerly, "Nn." he winced and closed his eyes, willing himself to stay strong, "I hope that your home isn't far."

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't make it.

Oof. Well, at least Mufasa could stand. But the lion was certainly much too heavy for the Doctor to carry all the way back, and so he looked around himself, searching for some way to get Mufasa there in one piece. Luckily for them, a citizen was strolling by with a wheelbarrow, and the Doctor instantly stuck out his foot to impede its path (besides, having his foot run over by those things was never any fun). "Excuse me," he told the little man, "but I need your wheelbarrow." Before the citizen could protest, the Doctor dug around in his pockets, withdrawing some jeweled flower petals and handing them over. Luckily, the people native to this place weren't terribly bright. The Doctor gestured to Mufasa. "It'll be a bit of a squeeze, but this is the best chance we have of getting you back without causing you more injury."

He only hoped he was strong enough to wheel Mufasa back on his own. But he couldn't just leave him here, not with Scar mucking about - not to mention the Organization and Maleficent, of all people.

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