If You Meet the Wolf [Milli/Open.]

[Rio Keâts]

He had been nearly twenty eight when Maria had whisked him away to go frolic through time and space. Rio had encountered Daleks, Joan of Arc, and even a freaking genie. He’d seen more planets and civilizations than most humans knew existed. But all good things had to end eventually – and he and the Phantom had decided that he needed to return Earth. It wasn’t that he had gotten homesick – he never considered Earth his home to begin with – but seeing all the distressed people throughout space… it had reminded him that people needed his help on his home planet. He couldn’t help other species without first changing Earth.

Of course, it wasn’t as though humans were screaming out for Rio’s help. Not like they screamed out for the Doctor’s help. That part didn’t matter to him so much. He just wanted anybody to help the poor, the broken, the downtrodden and the meek.

Bright green eyes scanned his surroundings idly, the world appearing upside down. His hair stuck up messily. He held his shirt to keep it from falling off himself. The park seemed to be nearly empty. The Frenchman sighed softly and swung his body, hanging upside-down on the monkey bars. He reached his hands out and drew a smiley-face in the dirt below him.

Leaves crackled behind him. Rio flailed ungracefully, his legs untangling from the monkey bars, and landed with a loud thud on his back. He sat up and squinted into the darkness, pulling himself back on the monkey bars. He sat cross-legged on the top, putting his elbows on his knees and peering at the person.

The park was in a pretty bad part of town. The night had long since fallen, making other humans disappear along with the light. Rio had been around him for a few days, and the only people he’d seen were those who were homeless or those who dealt or bought drugs. He didn’t judge on either case. He himself was homeless, and he maybe he had dabbled in dealing to keep himself busy.

“Hello,” he said, a light French accent sticking to his tongue, “can I help you?”

ooc| Om Du Möter Varg - If You Meet the Wolf.

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[Millicent Blackwood]

Millicent was standing with her arms folded across her chest. Feeling nervous and anxious, hot and breathless as she walked toward the park to find her next fix. She had her sleeves curled up around her fingers, gripping the fabric tightly. She had a corset on with a sweatshirt over it. She sighed and saw the darkness of the park, the light of the stars, and a few street lamps that were on the sidewalks near the park. She pushed her black hair behind her ears and spotted a guy who looked like a dealer. "Can i have some ice please?"

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[Rio Keâts]

Riocard jumped down from the monkey bars, assessing the girl brightly. She seemed like a normal human, but he couldn’t be certain anymore. Maria had seemed normal. The Doctor had seemed normal. Green eyes ran over her, noting every detail of her that he could. She was pale. She was shaking. He frowned slightly, sticking his hands in his pockets as he continued to examine this girl. She was wearing a sweatshirt and some sort of a… a corset… over it. She looked like she was in some sort of trouble. Rio walked closer, picking his messenger bag from the ground.

“Can I have some ice please?” she asked.

Rio quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. Ice? It was obvious what she was referring to, and Rio had to admit that he did look suspicious. A tall, gangly man out in the park at night with a large messenger bag? It was practically screaming ‘addict’.

But that wasn’t him. Not anymore. Or, he’d like to believe that. He looked at his messenger bag guiltily, picking it up and putting it around his shoulder.

“Only if you’ll have dinner with me,” he said innocently, offering her a charming smile. “I’ve got this hankering for chocolate cake. Maybe some hot fudge. Come on. My treat, and then your ice.”

[The Second Doctor]

The Doctor had left his companions, Zoe and Jamie, in Scotland. Despite all the wonders of the universe, everyone needed R & R. So the Doctor, on Zoe's urging, had decided to take a simple walk in a park in the dark.

He wasn't especially pleased to see that there were two others showing up on the scanners, particularly since one had a high rate of cocaine in her blood system. He felt his hand sliding off to choose another park.

But he stopped. Maybe he could help her, he did not know.


The Doctor stepped out the Tardis. He couldn't see the other, his face was hidden by shadows. He stepped forward, feeling a bit brave. He instantly lightened up when he saw the face was very much familiar.

"Having trouble with guinea pigs, my friend?"

[Millicent Blackwood]

Milli was about to snap in reaction to what he said. About to say that she didn't do that sort of thing for her drugs. She glanced down at herself for a moment, she didn't look like a prostitute did she? No she wasn't dressed provocative or anything. So she kind of doubted that's what he meant. She decided not to say that she was gay, she knew how thin and frail she was looking from her drug use. She was partly anorexic, which is somewhat the reason why she used the meth, that and she liked the way it made her feel. She was hesitant but decided, what the hell, why not? "Okay, sure, why not." she said then saw a somewhat older looking man walk up. She eyed him slightly, then she very much felt nervous, wondering if the guy she had just agreed to go with was a cop.

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[Rio Keâts]

This girl didn’t seem at all amused by his offer. Riocard stared at her, feeling much less confident about himself than he usually did. She looked as though he had just slapped her across the face and demanded she twirl around like a ballerina for him. He took a step back, raising his hands innocently towards her. She looked down at herself, so Rio took it as an invitation to scan her as well. Pretty standard druggie body; too thin, unhealthily pale, and long sleeves. He looked back up at her, puzzled by the way she had reacted. Was it something I said? he wondered timidly.

“Okay, sure, why not,” she said blandly. Riocard tilted his head, not understanding this girl at all. Why did she sound so hesitant to have dinner with him?

Only if you have dinner with me, he reminded himself. Oh God! That’s a classic rape line!

Looking quite scandalized, Riocard stumbled backwards. “No! I didn’t mean like that! I’m not—”

“Having trouble with guinea pigs, my friend?”

Oh, sweet merciful heavens above. Riocard looked at the Doctor, face ashen. On a normal occasion, the cheerful man would have swooped the kindly old man into a tight hug. On this occasion, when he was right in the middle of a transaction with a junkie, he was not quite so happy. Not that he was going to get his chocolate fix – although he was a little sad – but because… he had wanted to change for the Doctor.

Despite how they had patched the rough patch that had happened in their friendship, Rio would never, ever forget the disappointment that dimmed the Doctor’s eyes when the Frenchman let his past slip. And now? If the Doctor even thought that Riocard was slipping back on the same dark path he’d been on before, well… Rio wouldn’t be a very happy man.

“No trouble at all, mon lapin,” he said charmingly, slipping beside the Doctor. “I was about to buy my friend some dinner. Would you care to join us? There will be chocolate.”

He looked back over at the girl and smiled at her. “I’m not going to make you do anything. I… I’m not that way. Get it?” he asked, cheeks burning. He glanced over at the Doctor, praying to whatever deity that was kind enough to listen to him that the alien didn’t understand the implications of that admission and the entire situation.

[The Second Doctor]

“No trouble at all, my rabbit,” Rio said, slipping beside the Doctor.

The Doctor simply smiled.
"The Tardis has a translation unit, French isn't an exception." he reminded the Frenchman.

“I was about to buy my friend some dinner. Would you care to join us? There will be chocolate."

The second incarnation of Thete turned his head to Millicent. He frowned. From his view, she was slightly underfed (except on drugs) and looked as though she needed sleep. He felt sorry for this, as even homeless Rio had managed to stay mostly healthy.

"I wouldn't want to intrude." he stated, his smile dimmiing to a tight-lipped grin.

[The Ninth Doctor]

“No! I didn’t mean like that! I’m not—” He paused,“No trouble at all, mon lapin, I was about to buy my friend some dinner. Would you care to join us? There will be chocolate. I’m not going to make you do anything. I… I’m not that way. Get it?” Millicent nodded slowly. Still slightly nervous that one of them were cops, but she assumed that if she was going to be arrested that the cops would have cuffed her when she asked for ice. "Good, either am I, I like my stuff but I'm not that desperate." She glanced at the other man that was with them. She didn't really care if he came or not, "I'm Milli," she told them, slipping her hands into her pockets, it was a somewhat cold night, but not cold enough to wear a heavy coat, just cool fall night.

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[Rio Keâts]

“Good, neither am I, I like my stuff but I’m not that desperate,” she said, putting her hands in her pocket. Rio nodded briefly, a little relieved. Well, he wasn’t relieved that she ‘liked her stuff’ – that was most certainly not a good thing, and not even the Doctor was adorably naïve about the Earth culture to miss that reference – but he was relieved that she didn’t resort to something so petty. “I’m Milli,” she told them, looking over at the Doctor skeptically.

“The Tardis has a translation unit, French isn’t an exception,” the Doctor said, smiling at Rio. The Frenchman stuck out his tongue childishly. He knew firsthand that a TARDIS ruined the adventure of figuring out a language – he’d been rather surprised, in fact, that he could read in other languages, thanks to the circuit. Of course, he still couldn’t write, but it was still enough for him to be able to read.

“I know,” he grumbled, looking disheartened. “But it sounds much more romantic in French, non?” he said, grinning sweetly. Bright green eyes moved back towards Milli, and he bounced closer to her. “I’m Rio, and this is my friend, David!” he chirped brightly.

He glanced over at the Doctor, hoping that the little man would realize that she wouldn’t take kindly to a ‘doctor’ of any kind.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” the Doctor said, his grin fading. Riocard felt his blood chill. He wanted that grin to appear right back on the Doctor’s sweet face, but he knew that the man didn’t enjoy criminals.

So, Rio did what he did whenever he got into an uncomfortable situation.

He acted deliriously happy.

“Come on, David, Milli!” he said cheerfully, skipping out of the park and towards a restaurant.

[The Second Doctor]

The Doctor frowned. She liked her stuff. That wasn't generally a good thing to hear.

“I know,” he grumbled, looking disheartened. “But it sounds much more romantic in French, no?” he said, grinning sweetly. Bright green eyes moved back towards Milli, and he bounced closer to her. “I’m Rio, and this is my friend, David!” he chirped brightly.

'David' smiled as Rio invited him.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” the Doctor said, his grin fading. He looked at Rio with a 'You need better friend's gaze.

Rio began acting ridiculously happy, bouncing around and such.
"Come on, David, Milli!"

The Doctor shrugged. What was the worst that could happen? He would become a crackhead?
"Only if Milli would not mind."

[The Ninth Doctor]

“I know, but it sounds much more romantic in French, oui? I’m Rio, and this is my friend, David!” He paused, “Come on, David, Milli!” Milli chuckled as Rio started to skip off toward the restaurant. Then David said, "Only if Milli would not mind." She glanced at him. "I don't mind," she shrugged. Why would she? Free food. She followed Rio at a somewhat slow pace behind Rio. She pulled her hand out of her pocket and pushed her black hair behind her ears. She was feeling somewhat impatient wanting her next fix, but she could wait... for now.

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[Rio Keâts]

The Doctor fixed him a stare so stern that Rio felt his mouth begin to dry up. He tried to shrug it off by jumping around and acting flamboyantly, but it had struck Rio a bit more deeply than the Frenchman care to admit. Fix her. He stopped jumping down the streets and turned back to them silently, waiting for the pair to catch up with him. Fix her, Rio.

He spent his entire life trying to fix people. His father had tried to turn Rio into a hero. It never worked. Riocard was about as heroic as a peach tree. There were a few instances in his childhood when he tried. When he tried his damndest to be a hero only to have it thrown back in his face. There was the time he tried to help a woman when the doctors wouldn’t. She’d lived, sure, but at what cost? His father hadn’t found her it was too late for them to do anything but cut off her arm. So many other instances from his misguided efforts to save the world. When he killed his friend’s parents to stop her abuse, when he accidentally led a group of children to their death in Russia (he had tried so hard to fix them), and… there was the time he and his father had smuggled a family out of the country only to have them freeze to death in the Russian wilderness.

And that had led to his father’s demise. The crack of the bullet would haunt him forever. Rio remembered the way the world had flipped over when he saw the bullet enter his father. The bullet sinking into his own stomach hadn’t left nearly as big a scar as the sight of his father being murdered had.

“Come on, guys,” he said with practiced enthusiasm, once the Doctor and Milli were closer.

He remembered waking up inside of a locked room. He remembered throwing the bed he had been sleeping on against the door, his fright giving him an unnatural burst of strength. Rio remembered clawing at the door until his fingers were worn to the bone, slamming himself against it until his bones were cracked. After he got out of that house – the encounter with the old lady that had nursed him back to health didn’t stick with him, but he supposed he ought to have felt grateful – he remembered the long run back to where his father had gotten shot.

The snow had covered the bodies – Rio only remembered murdering the other men in his nightmares – but it hadn’t covered the blood. He remembered unearthing his father, purple and brown from lividity and stiff from rigor mortis.

Fix him, Rio, fix him.

Rio stopped walking again, bringing a hand to his forehead wearily. He didn’t want to make the Doctor worry about him – Milli was probably used to the kind of behavior he was exhibiting – but his thoughts were making him awfully dizzy. He swallowed and shut his eyes, breathing through his nose. “Milli,” he said, tilting his head to look over at her.

“I don’t have what you want, but I do have what you need.”

[The Second Doctor]

The Doctor looked on at Riocard, almost like he was testing him.
Do the right thing, he gaze seemed to say.

“I don’t have what you want, but I do have what you need.”

The Doctor nodded in approval, beaming at the frenchman.
"Shall we be off, then?"

He placed his hands behind his back, still smiling.

But that wasn't going to be the end. This addiction... Would be difficult. It was something he couldn't just sonic away. But he could help... He would help.

[The Ninth Doctor]

Millicent's gaze went from David to Rio. She was wondering what he meant by that. Her eyebrows rose, "What do you mean?" She raised her hand to her mouth, chewing on her thumb nail. She didn't ever chew on any of her other nails, except her thumb. It was an odd habit. But she had the common sores on her face from picking at her skin. Sometimes the meth she took was lined with PCP which causes a bug crawling feeling under the skin. It sometimes can drive people insane. But when it is mixed with meth the picking at the skin gets horrible. It seemed like the two men knew what the other was talking about, what Rio had meant by what he said. She just didn't understand.

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[Rio Keâts]

Riocard had felt quite good about himself. He’d almost forgotten that he’d nearly had a panic attack remembering things from his past he had covered over. His legs didn’t feel quite as shaky, his arms weren’t jell-o at his side, and his heartbeat was returning to normal. The Doctor had given him a sign of approval, and that was really all he needed thus far in his life. Not necessarily the Doctor’s approval, but all of his life he sought to have someone understand why he did the despicable things he had done. He’d tried to have someone give him his approval – not only because they liked him, but because he had earned it. And the Doctor could see past all his flirty smiles, clever lies and cunning smiles. (Which Rio found to be quite the accomplishment, especially since most of the time Rio even had himself well enough fooled.)

But Milli put a damper on his heroic mindset. He paused and turned to her, raising a questioning eyebrow. He shook off the question with a smile and bounced to the nearest store; an ice-cream store that would certainly be enough for the Frenchman’s sweet tooth. He took a seat outside. The waitress hurried over and took their order. Rio had ordered a chocolate milkshake with sprinkles and a chocolate-chip cookie. After the waitress came back with each of their orders, Rio munched on his cookie happily. He brought his knees against his chest and looked at the two over his knees.

“Erm, when I said that I didn’t have what you wanted… I meant that. I don’t have any ice. I don’t do that,” he said, a silent ‘anymore’ tagged on to the end of the sentence. He drummed his fingernails against his kneecaps as he thought about what to say next. “But I wasn’t lying when I said I have what you need. And what you need is help. And, y’know, me. A friend.”

He broke off half of his cookie and held it out to her, smiling charmingly. “Let me help. I know what it’s like.”