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Post by The Seventh Doctor on Aug 31, 2011 17:41:17 GMT -5
"Well, that didn't turn out like I thought it would. Of course I was a dang Fool, pointing a gun to her head was something I should have never done. Now then I should catch her before she gets away I can't let her leave without explaining what I did!" He proceeds to run out of Flynn's TARDIS and after Susan.
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 2, 2011 11:33:27 GMT -5
She’d taken up residency on a bench. Susan brought her knees up to her chin and was idly picking at the raw flesh on her arm. The day hadn’t gone exactly as she’d planned. Of course, after their reunion with Sarah Jane – which had ended badly – she hadn’t expected things to be rainbows and kittens. But if she’d ever expected anyone to abandon her, to run away so quickly from her, it had never been Alec Harrison. Despite the amount of times she’d left him, and nearly buried him in the snow with her icy words, she had a naïve belief that their friendship was stronger than that.
But no.
Alec had run away so quickly, leaving her without so much a ‘goodbye’. The Doctor had at least granted her that small mercy. The Doctor had wished her and David the best – pah, he should have known it was just a little puppy love – before whisking off.
The Doctor’s footsteps stopped beside her bench. She stared up at him, waiting for him to do… anything. To laugh about how Alec had fled, to sneer at her deteriorating mental health, to kill her. “Go away,” she mumbled gruffly into her knees. “Haven’t you done enough tonight?”
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Post by The Seventh Doctor on Sept 3, 2011 19:39:38 GMT -5
"Clearly I have, and yet I have not, I've let you down Susan." He wanders to the waste bask and retrieves his pistol and rearms it with his sonic screwdriver, then loads it with 7 bullets. he hands it to Susan.
"do what you want I'm going to stand right here."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 5, 2011 19:34:26 GMT -5
He didn’t seem to be moving. She looked at him irritably. “Clearly I have, and yet I have not,” he answered. Susan snorted in derision. “I’ve let you down Susan.”
“Just now realizing that?” she asked icily, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Her fingernails dug into her knees, crescent shape cuts digging in. She wouldn’t lash out, she wouldn’t lash out. She was going to control her temper. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, fingers relaxing. At the sound of a gun being reloaded, she opened her eyes once more. A brief look of panic passed by her, heart drumming with outrage.
She was perfectly willing to pretend he never existed, and he was, trying to kill her again?
Oh, she’d really let him have it this time. She’d—
“Do what you want,” he said, cutting off her train of thought by handing her the gun, “I’m going to stand right here.”
The weapon felt cold in her hands. “Get away from here,” she snapped, putting the gun back in the trash.
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Post by The Seventh Doctor on Sept 5, 2011 20:53:23 GMT -5
He doesn't move.
"I told you I’m going to stand right here, I'm not going to make mistake of abandoning you again. I refuse."
His hearts know she isn't going to forgive him now. but he fights and clings to the hope some day she will.
"I'm going to stand right here, I want you to know that."
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Post by Flynn Delta on Sept 6, 2011 12:07:04 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in Flynn's TARDIS...
"Alright! The Tea is ready! Who wants so-" He is greeted by an empty console room and a Blue Police Box "Oh, I guess I'll just leave then."
He goes his console and alters it to leave any other space and time crafts behind, then leaves.
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Post by Susan Foreman on Sept 10, 2011 1:02:48 GMT -5
The mistake of abandoning her? It was true, of course. It was what she had been trying to get across to him for the last four centuries. Leaving him had been one of the worst moments of her life, followed closely by having her husband murdered by her grandfather’s (former) best friend, and outdone by seeing Alex shot by a Dalek. All of her worst memories revolved around those three periods in her time, but… but there were so many things that were hazy. Even recalling her son’s face made her get a migraine. Remembering David’s birthday was an impossible chore. The house they lived in after her grandfather left… surely they had one, she had generic memories. Even the birth of her only child was clouded in her mind. She remembered something alarming about that day. Something that hadn’t gone right.
But it was all gone. Her memories had shattered right along with the majority of her sanity. But that didn’t make sense either. She was sane, perfectly sane. Bitter, yes, but she was quite certainly all there.
And then some, she reminded herself viciously.
Shut up,[/i] she returned politely.
She licked her lips and looked down at the gun in the trashcan, tempted terribly to pick it back up. To ensure that this never happened again. If she died… if it were herself that she shot, then nobody would mind. Her grandfather would move on. That’s what he did. He moved on. And Alec? He ran away from her. He probably realized she wasn’t worth it. She was just a stupid little girl who couldn’t go through with any of her plans.
“I’m going to stand right here, I want you to know that.”
He was seemingly unaware of her inner battle. She looked up, feeling terribly broken and rather akin to a ragdoll.
When in doubt, fallback to anger.
“I don’t care what you do,” she snarled. “I don’t care about you. I hate you. I couldn’t kill you tonight, Doctor, but do not think I will always grant you that same mercy.”
With that, she set her vortex manipulator and disappeared. Far, far away from her grandfather.[/size][/font]
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 11, 2011 21:49:24 GMT -5
The older TARDIS roared to life and faded away, only to rematerialize in the same spot a few minutes later. The Doctor stepped through the door, dressed the same as always, wearing a wide-brimmed hat with two peacock feathers in it, and a swept-hilt rapier.
"...And that, Ace," he was saying over his shoulder, "is why I tend to avoid fourteenth century Florence. The de'Medici's have no sense of humor. None whatsoever!"
He saw himself staring forlornly at an empty spot on the pavement, and checked his own memories. Nope, no change. He hadn't really expected any, but he had hoped.
"Hey," he called to his younger self, "We screwed it up again, this time around?" Shaking his head sadly, he clapped himself on the shoulder, then perched the flamboyant hat on his head. "Here, you'll need this in a few hundred years. The rapier's in the wardrobe, though."
Then he looked down at the empty spot where he remembered Susan sitting, and he sighed. "Don't worry too much, though. In about a hundred years - and this won't be too much of a spoiler - you'll figure out a way to track someone through the Vortex." He paused. "Well, the Meddler will, anyway. So you'll be able to track her down, by the time you're me. For now, just remember that she's still alive."
He clapped himself on the shoulder. "So don't look too glum. There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea's asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea's getting cold. So buck up. You and Ace still have plenty of work to do."
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Post by Ace on Sept 12, 2011 17:03:44 GMT -5
"is why I tend to avoid fourteenth century Florence. The de'Medici's have no sense of humor. None whatsoever!"
“Well I told you not make a crack about their mother’s, and how their families wool was the equivalent of a burlap sack.” she slapped the arms of her jacket knocking the dust off it and causing her to sneeze. She was starting to rethink switching from her traditional black one to this jean jacket.
She chuckled seeing The Doctor put the flamboyant on his younger self and as he talked about how he would sooner or later figure out how to track someone through the vortex “And you won’t be alone in looking professor.”
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 12, 2011 21:06:40 GMT -5
“And you won’t be alone in looking professor," Ace said.
The Doctor - the older Doctor - forced himself to keep his face pleasant. "No," he said, his voice slightly brittle. "You won't be alone in looking."
He clapped his younger self on the shoulder again. "So get going. I won't ever find her, if you don't start looking!"
He turned away, forcing the pain back into the darkness, where he didn't have to look at it. "Good to've seen you again, Ace," he said with a hollow smile. "Take care of me, would you?"
Hardly seeing where he was going, he closed the TARDIS door behind him. "I won't be alone," he whispered, patting the console. "Right, Sexy? You're with me..."
The memories he had buried threatened to burst forth again, drowning him. His eyes fell on the ancient stuffed panda, perched on one of the railings.
"She said... she said I was always a gruff old bear, and maybe the panda would help me be a little more friendly."
Slumping down on the floor, clutching the ancient bear and suddenly unable to stop thinking of Gallifrey, he found himself wishing he could remember how to cry.
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